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That night, Tan Xianghui had a dream.He rarely dreams, and when he does, he doesn't remember anything when he wakes up.This dream was very different, he remembered every detail clearly.He dreamed that he was sitting in the high stands of the outdoor stadium, surrounded by spectators like him waiting for the game to start.The wind was blowing very hard, and a row of red flags erected along the aisle was blown loudly. He saw six boys around his age standing on the same red plastic track, and they were adjusting the starting blocks. , while the referee in the yellow shirt was watching from the sidelines, holding a gun in his hand.This kind of scene is really familiar to him. Before the knee injury, he had participated in more than 20 competitions, big and small. At the best time, he could stand on the top of the podium. Leave with regret.He likes to run, because when he starts to run, he will have such a momentary illusion that he is like a bird in the sky, and his body and mind are free.However, this feeling is always very short-lived, and only by running fast enough can he catch the slightest bit.

Just as he was in a daze, the starting guns rang out suddenly. Amidst the cheers and applause from the audience, Tan Xianghui finally came to his senses, and his eyes followed the six running figures—it was only at this time that he realized that the first And the second players are Deng Kai and He Yinrong respectively.

This realization shocked him a lot. Just as he was about to stand up to see clearly, the person running in the second lane suddenly fell to the ground.Shouts erupted from the crowd, and Tan Xianghui felt that the sound made his scalp tremble. Before he could distinguish whether it was a dream or reality, someone behind him suddenly patted the top of his head... No, he was already He has grown to 1.8 meters five, how can someone touch the top of his head easily?Tan Xianghui turned his head, only to vaguely see a familiar smile on the face of the person behind him, and then his body was pushed off the stands vigorously. Then he woke up.

The room was dark, only the curtains were still lit by a little street light from outside. Tan Xianghui raised his hand and touched his forehead, which was covered with a thin layer of cold sweat.

How could he have such a dream...

In the next three hours, he fell asleep for a while in a daze. The alarm clock rang at 06:30 on time. He didn't think about staying in bed. He quickly got up, dressed, and washed, as if the abnormality before happened before.

When the sports committee handed over the registration form to the head teacher, he was full of pride—every item was fully registered, and he was credited for his persuasion. The head teacher should praise him no matter what.What surprised the head teacher was not only the rare phenomenon of "full registration", but also Tan Xianghui's name in the column of 10×200 relay.He frowned and asked the sports committee member, "Did you add Tan Xianghui's name yourself?"

"No, no, he volunteered." Why should he be wronged for no reason.

Why did this Tan Xianghui change his mind suddenly?But it's good to apply, there are more possibilities to improve the comprehensive test score.Thinking of this, the head teacher smiled, and said to the nervous sports committee member: "Good job, let's go back to the classroom."

The monitor posted the list on the courseware behind the bulletin board, and a large group of men and women crowded there, chattering.He Yinrong got out of the crowd with difficulty, and walked back to his seat with a look of shock on his face - Tan Xianghui was sitting beside him in a daze.He cleared his throat, and then asked tentatively, "Chen Zhiming reported your name?"

Chen Zhiming is the sports committee member of their class.Hearing this, Tan Xianghui shook his head and said calmly, "I reported it myself."

"Aren't you hurt?" As he spoke, He Yinrong couldn't help scolding himself in his heart.He was the one who wanted to push Tan Xianghui to participate in the competition before, but now he is willing to go, and he feels that it is inappropriate again.But Tan Xianghui didn't care about his capriciousness, but explained in a good voice: "Just pay attention to protection."

He Yinrong tilted his head, pulled his stool over, and sat down, staring at Tan Xianghui's calm face with a pair of dark eyes.When he spoke, the surprise and bewilderment were gone in his voice, but there was more joking: "It seems that you still have a sense of collective honor."

"What project did you apply for?" Tan Xianghui changed the topic.There were so many people crowded on the bulletin board, he didn't go over to read it.

"I didn't report anything." He Yinrong raised his right hand, pointed to his left chest with his index finger, and said nonchalantly, "I have a heart problem, congenital."

Now it was Tan Xianghui's turn to be shocked, but he had never heard anyone mention it.However, he didn't have much interaction with his classmates, so who would talk to him about this?Inexplicably, he thought of the schoolgirl who was learning hammer again. At the party, in front of a large group of team members, she said word by word, "I'm not afraid of whom?"

He was belatedly frustrated by it.

"I will watch your races, especially the relay race, and the whole class will watch it." He Yinrong smiled, stretched out his right hand, and patted Tan Xianghui on the shoulder.It was a long time later that he learned from Li Siyan that he seldom smiled like this, but now he has no awareness of this kind of expression that only appears in front of Tan Xianghui.Tan Xianghui did not reject such physical contact, and nodded his head as a response.

After the evening self-study, He Yinrong rode a bicycle alone, crossed half of the city, and returned to his home.The lights at home were not on, because his parents were always so busy and would go out every now and then, leaving him alone at home.But he doesn't care about these, maybe he cared about it when he was very young, but now he is completely used to it, and he feels relaxed when there is no one at home.

After taking a shower, He Yinrong walked to his room while wiping his hair with a towel.Turning on the computer, he did not log in to the social account, but directly opened the web page, typed "meniscal injury", and pressed Enter.

About the knee injury, Tan Xianghui certainly knew more than He Yinrong. After asking the previous coach, he also felt relieved.As long as you don't use too much force when running and pay attention to the method, there will be no major problems. After all, his race is only 200 meters.In the past, during his training period, he would run at least [-] laps a day, and he would not be out of breath after running.Although he thought so in his heart, he still inevitably became nervous before the start of the game.Chen Zhiming gathered the five male students and five female students who participated in the competition together, and began to discuss the order of succession.A total of ten poles, the starting pole is a girl, and then the men and women alternate, and the pole that crosses the line is a boy.Chen Zhiming showed everyone the sequence he had written long ago, and explained: "I arranged this according to your situation. If you have a better plan, you can tell us and we will adjust it."

The class committee member and more than a dozen other students also came together, and He Yinrong was among them. He glanced at the order of succession arranged by Chen Zhiming—as expected, Tan Xianghui was placed by him in the final sprint. Frowning.Tan Xianghui's injury did not allow him to run this club. If the previous nine clubs gave their class a big lead, then it would be okay. If not, wouldn't Tan Xianghui try to catch up with the players in front?He almost squeezed into the crowd and talked directly to Chen Zhiming, but the ten students who participated in the competition talked with each other for a few words, and unanimously agreed to Chen Zhiming's arrangement.Even Tan Xianghui, although there was no expression on his face, he could still see a bit of firmness from between his brows.

He Yinrong's words were blocked back in his stomach by the firmness that he had never seen on Tan Xianghui's face.

The track and field are preparing for the competition, but the auditorium is full of discussions.Fu Lili managed to slip into the outdoor gymnasium, stood on the top of the stands, and saw Tan Xianghui from a distance.With a relaxed smile, she took off the backpack on her back—it contained a towel, a T-shirt and a sports drink she had prepared long ago.After Tan Xianghui finished the competition, she would go to find him again. She skipped class and came here just to surprise him.

When the starting gun rang, the entire arena erupted into cheers and cheers.He Yinrong was standing in the open space next to the plastic runway, and the girls were yelling "Come on ×××". The excitement level was not as bad as that of the players who were competing on the track. Most of the boys were like him. They didn't speak, but just crossed their arms. , watching the game intently.When the fourth bat was handed in, their class was already about ten meters faster than No.2. He Yinrong was watching with concentration when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. When he turned around, it was actually Li Siyan who was smiling.

"Your class is very good." Li Siyan pointed to the situation in the track and field with his chin, and continued: "Our class has been dropped to No.3."

He Yinrong nodded perfunctorily, but still did not take his eyes off the track—it was now the sixth baton, and the boy who took the baton ran very fast and opened the distance by a few meters. As usual, they will win of.He was thinking about it, but Li Siyan suddenly yelled strangely, pushed He Yinrong's shoulder, and let him look at the boys waiting to take over at the beginning of the straight. There was a tall boy in an orange sweatshirt, that was Li Siyan's class On... Zhou Yu.

"How long has it been since you broke up with him?" Li Siyan asked lightly, completely ignoring the obvious anger on He Yinrong's face.Facing his disgusting behavior, He Yinrong didn't intend to save any face, and replied coldly, "It's none of your business."

"Just asking..." During the conversation, Zhou Yiyu had already received the baton and started to run vigorously. When he took the baton, he was originally No.3, but he surpassed the class of No.100 with a distance of 2 meters , continue to chase No.1 forward.Li Siyan was so excited that he almost jumped up: "Oh my God, maybe Zhou Yu could run faster than the last baton. How is the order of taking over the baton arranged..."

Fortunately, everyone's race distance is only 200 meters, and He Yinrong's class still has an advantage of three or four meters when the ninth bat is handed over.Looking at the other side of the track and field, Tan Xianghui was about to play, and he felt nervous.At this time, Li Siyan, who had been singing a one-man show all the time, said again: "Why do you always like this kind of athletic people?"

This sentence completely angered him.