[Tutorial] Butterfly Effect

After the battle for the ring was over, Qing went back and found that the manga had been filled to the end of the battle, which confirmed her idea was correct.

Of course, she also proved another thing at the same time. After inheriting the ring of the witness, she no longer needs to worry about jumping back and forth between the worlds.This ring inherits her will.When she wanted to go back, she only had to think about the ring.

This made Ah Qing very happy that he had a magic tool for opening and hanging.

——I have never won a lottery, and I have won a big prize.

Bing Sheng finally entered late autumn.

The bright yellow dead leaves fluttered across this bleak season.The cool breeze made the earth quiet.

With Lan Bo's discharge from the hospital, Bi Yangqi also resumed her duties as a tutor, performing physical training and simple reaction tests on Ah Qing every day.

It was also that near-miss battle in the sky that made Ah Qing unwilling to be a standby, unwilling to be a burden that could only be rescued by others.

"Ah—it's so beautiful to have a quiet day." Ah Qing stretched her waist while looking at the scenery outside the classroom.

In the clear blue sky of Jiqiu, groups of migratory birds soar across the sky.

"Ah Qing~" Jingzi and Xiaohua smiled and walked to Ah Qing's side.

"Huh?" She was infected by the crisp autumn weather, and also brought a trace of calm.

"It's going to be the sports meeting soon. Have you decided what event to take part in?"

Ah Qing suddenly felt that she couldn't stretch her half-stretched waist anymore.

Recalling the unbearable past in the sports meeting when she was in middle school, she felt a headache.

For example, the 100 meters are left far behind, for example, the left foot stumbles and the right foot falls into the mud, for example, the shot put is not thrown, but the body is unbalanced and falls backward, for example, people run in the relay race The stick is still in place...

After going through all kinds of setbacks, she became a member of the Games who did not participate in any events.Just cheer for the participating students at the right time, and then nibble on snacks and write the actual report of the sports meeting.

"Uh... well." She scratched her hair in trouble.

However, under Biyangqi's training these days, she already feels that her physical fitness has improved a lot.After exercising a lot outdoors, even his pale complexion has improved, at least he no longer looks haggard, and his cheeks are also stained with faint blush.

Just because her physical foundation has improved, she also feels that getting up early has become easier recently.

It's just... the sports meeting is her shadow-especially the long-distance running.

"The teacher said that everyone should have a project." Jingzi's words were like a merciless redemption.

"...Don't group projects count?" Ah Qing hastily clasped his palms together and asked a little beggingly.

The other party shook his head and looked at Ah Qing with some distress.

……what the hell.Ah Qing pouted childishly.

"In that case, let's choose a project that can be completed quickly." Ah Qing thought of a way to die early and be reborn sooner.If you have to choose, sprint is the quickest. ... shot put is also good?But there should be no shot put competition here.

In short, it’s not just long-distance running—Ah Qing thought so happily, but the reality ruthlessly shattered her dream.

"Sorry...we only have women's long-distance running left in our class."

"Why so fast..." She murmured unacceptably.

"That... because Qing has never made a decision, everyone picked out all the simple projects." Kyoko seemed a little apologetic.

"But I'm really not good at long-distance running..." Ah Qing covered her cheeks with a sad face, "I'm going to die..."

Long-distance running has always been a topic that girls avoid talking about.In Ah Qing's memory, every time the girls said they would test the 800 meters, they would find all kinds of reasons to shirk. Measuring—and so on and on.

Under the coercion and lure of the sports committee, Ah Qing could only choose to participate in the long-distance running like trying to catch a duck to the shelves.This is really difficult.

She was practically counting the days on her fingers and praying that the sports would come slowly and slowly—of course it would be better not to come.

However, as the most solemn festival of Bingsheng Middle School in late autumn is the sports meeting, with the good wish of exercising to promote friendship, even Chairman Skylark acquiesced in such a large-scale gathering behavior, and he supported it with both hands.

"Kyoko—I really don't want to run..." Ah Qing, who was about to die, still hugged Kyoko's arm tightly and howled bitterly.

Kyoko comforted her by patting her head and shoulders like coaxing a child.

But what can I do, the number plates are already pinned behind my back, and retreating at this time will only make me look like a human being inside and out.Even Gang was sent to jump and dance in the competition, even though he was making a fool of himself.

She looked at Yamamoto, who was shining brilliantly on the baseball field with a telescope, and could only secretly envy him for his well-developed motor nerves.The radio stations praised Yamamoto one after another, and most of them were the little thoughts of girls.

Ah Qing looked at Ji Si, who was doing warm-up exercises on the side of the track. His hair, which was usually down, was also braided at this time, looking energetic.

As the two great monsters of class A-1... oh not the two big signs, Yamamoto and Kikuji are surrounded by many cheering girls.They are already standing in a row holding towels and mineral water bottles, and they will rush forward to offer their little thoughts just after the game is over.

Ah Qing's eyes moved to Ah Gang again, without the support of the dead air bullet, Ah Gang is still a sports waste, only the fate of falling and being hit by the ball.

I always feel that no matter how I look at it, there is a feeling of sympathy for each other...

The sports field was full of laughter, and the sound of the starting gun and whistle combined into endless motivation for the athletes.Even if it is a fall, even if it is a mistake, everyone's face is full of unwillingness to admit defeat.

The autumn wind brought melodious sonatas to the enthusiastic arena, and the sports meeting of Bingsheng Middle School this year was also going on smoothly in full swing.Migratory birds migrating from afar also hovered over the sports field because of this enthusiasm, nostalgic for the hustle and bustle of late autumn.

Ah Qing sighed deeply again, always feeling that there is no motivation for being alone.

After reluctantly saying goodbye to Kyoko and Xiaohua, she walked to the playground.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Ah Qing secretly cheered herself up, and she who was nervous before every long-distance run in middle school also seemed extremely cramped at the moment.She spread out her palm and wrote three Chinese characters on it, then opened her mouth and swallowed it.

It shouldn't be so stressful...

"Are you that nervous?" Ah Qing walked to the edge of the arena and bumped into the person in front of him.

Today's prison temple is wearing a white sweatshirt and red sports trousers that make his legs look extremely slender. He tied his coat loosely around his waist, looking very casual.

At this time, he had just finished the sprint competition, and there was no doubt that his super athletic nerves made him far ahead.

Gokuji brushed the hair that was scattered around his ears behind his ears, showing more masculine strength than usual.

"D-Of course—!" This is a long-distance race...!Girls must be nervous...

The young man in front of him gave her a sideways look, as if he was very dismissive, "Tch. Sure enough, a woman is a woman."

"..." Ah Qing couldn't say anything to refute this time.

"Ju, Yusi Lord... Please take my towel..." A girl with a strange face trotted all the way to the edge of the prison temple. The silent prison temple beside him.

She seemed to be very nervous, her hands holding the towel trembled a little, but her face was deeply buried, but Ah Qing could still see that her blushing face was almost dripping with blood.

"Pfft—" Ah Qing suddenly felt in a good mood.

There are still many girls who like the rotten prison temple. Even though they usually have a fierce look that rejects people thousands of miles away, girls will still like this deep face that is different from orientals.

Well.But listen carefully to the good news from the radio station, and there are quite a few people cheering for the prison temple.

However, the prison temple walked away without saying a word, not even taking a look at the girl beside him.

The girl who mustered up her courage looked very disappointed, and her hand holding the towel dropped.

"Hey you--"

It's fine to decline anyway.How to treat people like this.

"What are you doing!" He looked impatient when he turned his head.

"People say that, even if you don't want to say it..." Ah Qing suddenly felt sorry for the child who stood there dumbstruck, "You are not cute at all..."

"Why are you so wordy, woman." Prison Temple's expression also became more impetuous, "Take care of your long-distance running!"

After saying this, he walked away—to find his beloved Judaime who was still working hard.

Like this guy who is stinky and likes to be brave, he might as well like the nervous but very kind Yamamoto.Ah Qing made a grimace at the back of the prison temple.

"That, that...is that student Renjian?" The girl next to her finally came to her senses, and choked out a word for a long time.

"Huh? That's right." I clearly remembered that there was no such person in the class, could it be that he was from the class next door?

"Do you have a good relationship with Lord Prison..." She seemed even more disappointed.

Ah Qing felt that she heard a big joke.If he had a good relationship, he wouldn't put on a bad face every day, but to be honest, this person is quite nice occasionally...

"so so."

"But I often see you talking to him..." Her fingers intertwined, and she continued to ask nervously.

"That person has a bad temper. It's a pity to like him." Ah Qing shrugged, looking at the figure who went away with some regret.

"...However, since you like it, you must persevere in chasing it." She patted the girl on the shoulder with some encouragement.It was also very funny to think about seeing that kid deflated.

She couldn't help but gloat a little.Oops - what an old woman's bad taste.

"Thank you, thank you." The other party seemed a little flattered, and ran away in a hurry after reporting his name.

Kikuchi Meiko... What a cute name.

After this incident, Ah Qing also felt that his mood had stabilized a lot.She looked at the long-distance runners who had begun to slowly gather not far away, and walked away.

"Kyoko Tanaka, Yui Ayanokōji, Megumin Oe... Kiyoshi Hasumi..."

After confirming all the names, the referee assigned all the participating girls to their respective tracks.

Ah Qing looked up at Kyoko and Xiaohua who were cheering for her in the audience, and made a "V" for no need to worry.

"Then—on your marks—"

Ah Qing rolled up the legs of the sweatpants and took a deep breath.

"boom--"

The moment the starting gun fired, Ah Qing's inner anxiety was also swept away.Only when you are truly in it will you forget all the negative emotions.

Just like the beginning of countless long-distance running tests in middle school, Ah Qing just ran slowly among the crowd in the middle.She glanced at the few contestants who were impatiently rushing to the front when the starting gun started, and felt that it was a pity.

Exhausting all your strength now, how can you stay ahead for a while?

She shook her head, and continued to follow the middle position unhurriedly with casual steps.

To be honest, Biyangqi's training is really effective.After a few days of morning exercise and physical training, her reaction speed when giving orders is also much faster.I used to be out of breath as long as I went around the field, and now I can do it with ease.

Sure enough, everything depends on accumulation.

Watching some of the exhausted players around him gradually slow down and retreat, Ah Qing lightly clenched his fists and decided to speed up slowly.

Ah Qing was a little pleased to find that he had surpassed one after another, and slowly approached the players who remained at the top.

Although she felt that her physical strength was also being drained at an accelerated rate, she gritted her teeth and looked at the approaching figure and decided to work harder.

It's already reached this point, I'm really sorry for not working hard.

She reached out and wiped the sweat left on her forehead indiscriminately, making the final sprint before the finish line.

"Hannami Kiyoshi—the second one."

Although she failed to catch up with the first player who was far ahead, Ah Qing, who had always been at the bottom, also won No.2 after strengthening her physical fitness. She struggled to move her sore legs and sat down on the ground.

It turned out to be No.2——she couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

"Ah Qing! Congratulations!" Kyoko rushed down from the auditorium and ran to Ah Qing's side, handing over a love towel and drinking water.

Kyoko Sasakawa, the school belle of Bingsheng Middle School, personally sent her condolences——Ah Qing suddenly felt a few envious eyes cast on him.

She rolled up the pants that were sticky to her calves due to sweat, and her movements were rough like a girl's.

"Pfft—it looks like Qing is really tired." Kyoko picked up a towel and wiped the sweat dripping from Qing's face.

"Yeah... I said that long-distance running is really too painful..." Ah Qing kicked heavily, fanning the wind with her hands desperately.

"But the final result is very good." Kyoko narrowed her eyes and smiled softly.

As soon as Ah Qing picked up the water and poured it into his mouth, a miraculous report of the sports meeting floated out from the radio station.

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_Sometimes I just want to plant flowers and not send them out.

After all, the relationship between the two should have progressed a bit.

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