looking back inadvertently

Zhao Zhuoyang's initiative to make friends was already very frightening, but at the sports meeting the next day, Liang He saw an even more horrifying scene - Wen Hao and Zhao Zhuoyang hooked up shoulder to shoulder, chatting and laughing like old acquaintances.It is not known who took the wrong script.

"Men are more fickle than women?" Dong Mingpeng followed Liang He's gaze and found the two muttering outside the playground, "Didn't he scold Zhao Zhuoyang a few days ago?"

Referring to the conversation with Zhao Zhuoyang the afternoon before, Liang He felt that he was either trying to show his favor, or there was another conspiracy.That kid Wen Hao is too careless, and he can't let it go completely.

Zhao Zhuoyang was in class 5, and he returned to his class not long after, about ten meters away from them.Liang He came to Wen Hao's side and patted his shoulder: "What's the matter with you two?"

"Who?" Wen Hao glanced back.

"Who are you talking about?" Liang He pointed at Class 5, "Wasn't that Zhao Zhuoyang just now?"

"Oh," Wen Hao said flatly, "You two have become good buddies, why should I be awkward."

"Me and him?" Liang He frowned, "Who told you that he and I are buddies?"

"No? He said he also helped you feed the cat," Wen Hao asked hesitantly, "Did you settle down?"

It would not be unreasonable for yesterday's incident to clear up the suspicion, although Liang He didn't want to have any connection with Zhao Zhuoyang at all.

"Anyway, you don't have to talk to him anymore." He said in a muffled voice.

"That's fine," Wen Hao heaved a sigh of relief, "The matter between him and Zhu Yan, it's over—"

"He got dumped?"

"No, how could it be?" Wen Hao sneered, "I can't tell that that guy is really an infatuation, I explained it clearly, and said a few nice things about him in front of Zhu Yan, and they reconciled."

"What's your expression like?"

Wen Hao had a bright smile on his face, as if he had just played a prank on someone: "When I think of dragging [-] million people, and being eaten to death by a girl, I want to laugh."

"It's a low laugh."

"To be honest, I feel a little bit sympathetic to Zhao Zhuoyang now."

Liang He understood, Wen Hao smiled gloatingly.But his mind is very simple, Zhao Zhuoyang don't come to make trouble, no matter how the love scene is, it has nothing to do with them.

"Hey, when will you compete?" Wen Hao himself has no events, and Liang He's 1500 seems to be the first day.

"afternoon."

A circle of colorful flags was planted in the order of red and blue around the playground.A school-level grand event is too easy to fall into madness. Even spectators who do not have competitions can vent their emotions that cannot be found on weekdays by cheering and cheering.

This is the situation in the current sports field. In principle, each class has a fixed position, but after the game officially starts, there are not many sitting honestly, and there are various ways to support.Luo Mingyu, who was dressed in sportswear, no longer stopped the students from shouting, and even made noise along with them.

In the 100-meter and 200-meter track races held in the morning, Dong Mingpeng was second and third. Not long after running down, he went to the rostrum to receive the award sweating, and came back and said to Liang He: "Come on in the afternoon."

Shen Zhe spends most of his time writing manuscripts, but he doesn't have much enthusiasm for the competition itself, and just observes it from a distance.Over the course of the morning, nearly ten of the manuscripts broadcast from the rostrum were all his.

The weather was hot, Liang Hyuk was only wearing sports shorts and a T-shirt, and he didn't need to change clothes during the game. The radio announced the inspection and he went alone.In the twenty classes of the second grade of high school, twenty boys set foot on the brick-red runway together.

Shen Zhe put down his pen, temporarily put the stationery into his bag, and stood up from the auditorium.

"Shen Zhe," Wen Hao walked towards him, "Will you go to Liang He's game?"

"go."

"Hey, where are you going?" After Shen Zhe left the class area, he was about to walk through the green shade in the middle of the playground.Wen Hao stopped him suspiciously.

"I'll go to the finish line," Shen Zhe turned around, "You are at the start point."

"Still divided?" Wen Hao laughed secretly, and Dong Mingpeng and the others were already ready to cheer in the class headquarters, "If he doesn't take a ranking, he will be sorry to the cheerleaders."

"Well," Shen Zhe waved his hand at him, "It should be possible to take it."

In the 1500-meter race, the finish line is 100 meters away from the starting point, and you need to pass here four times to complete the race.When Shen Zhe walked over, Liang He and the others were preparing for the start.

He heard the firing of the starting gun not far away, and vaguely saw a familiar figure in a red jacket mixed with the students rushing out in a hurry.

Every second counts.

The race lasts only a few minutes at most.Liang He practiced running faster than usual today. From the start to the first lap, he seemed to be in a daze.

The scorching sun was shining, and the sky was covered with white light.In Liang He's ears, besides the sound of dense footsteps, there was boundless shouting.Sweat ran down his forehead and into his brows, and the saltiness in the air didn't know whether it was his own or someone else's.

"Liang He!"

Shen Zhe in Liang He's field of vision did not stand among the classmates, but ran to a position close to the finish line alone, waved to him, and ran along with him.

how fast can you runLiang He laughed and complained in his heart, but he didn't care about chatting, and he didn't bother to raise his arms. He just nodded slightly and ran to the front.Shen Zhe didn't follow, and waited for the other party to come over in the next lap.

After two laps, there was a slight gap between him and the first few people, but he also left the people behind.The chest began to swell, as if a lead weight had fallen, heavy and stuffy.

The students in the class were full of enthusiasm, and every time they passed by, they could hear a burst of shouting. Even Cao Lei, his quiet deskmate, mixed in with a few girls to help him cheer. Wen Hao was near the starting point, and Shen Zhe was at the finish line. side.

In this atmosphere, the mental excitement overcame the inertia of the body and brought a strong momentum. Liang He always followed the end of the first camp, and even started sprinting in the last 200 meters, surpassing one person.

It's just that as soon as he passed the finish line, he relaxed, his legs suddenly fell into paralysis, and he lost control to the point where he could hardly stand up.Someone braced his arms in time to keep him from kneeling.

"How is it?" Shen Zhe grabbed him, "Can I still go?"

"I can't." Even if he immediately lay down without image, he didn't want to move half a step.

"Come on," Shen Zhe squatted down in front of him unexpectedly, "I'll carry you on my back."

Liang He's mind was not confused, but he was still dazed for a while.

"What are you kidding?"

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhe said, "Hurry up, don't talk nonsense."

"Can you carry me on your back?" He wasn't that delicate, but was aroused by a sense of curiosity, and always felt that Shen Zhe was bragging, but in fact, he couldn't carry a person at all.

"Then try it."

The wind at the end of April brought the heat of early summer, and it almost immediately dried the sweat on Liang He's head, taking away the last trace of dampness and itching.After Shen Zhe repeated "Come on", he wrapped his arms around the other's neck from behind.

Except for the moment when he got up was a bit difficult, Shen Zhe could really walk in the shaded field with him on his back.

Liang He immediately regretted it.Although they are far away from the class, there are so many people in the field, even if they are stared at by unfamiliar students from the same school, it is a shameful thing.

Moreover, Shen Zhe was thin, and even felt a little tight behind him, and Liang He felt even more difficult.

"Aren't you tired?" He said weakly, "Put me down."

"Actually, you're not too heavy." After a few steps, Shen Zhe walked a little more smoothly, "Didn't you carry me like this back then?"

Liang He was stunned, forgetting to shout again.He was talking about the military training, right?

"So you remember?"

"How can I not remember?"

"You recognized me from the very beginning?" Liang He asked in surprise.

"I didn't have it when I went to the canteen, but I probably remembered it at the video store," Shen Zhe said with a smile, "Hey, did I say thank you to you the day you carried me back?"

"Forgot," Liang He was very tired, and bowed his head, "No way, you looked frustrated at that moment."

Shen Zhe stabilized his feet, supported his thighs, and weighed his body upwards: "Just like your current frustration?"

Liang He finally remembered that he was still trapped in an unsightly posture.

"Put me down quickly..."

"Don't worry, what's the rush?"

Liang He had already seen Wen Hao, and after talking to others, he came straight towards them.

"I'd better go by myself." With a little force, he broke free from Shen Zhe's back, but his legs were still sore and he couldn't stand at all, so he could only grab the other's shoulders and walk half leaning on him.

"Are you running, or going to war?" Wen Hao stomped his feet with a smile when he saw his posture.

"shut up."

"Now we are broadcasting the 1500-meter results of the second-year high school boys..." The sound of the broadcast came from the direction of the rostrum, and the three people listened carefully, "...No.5, Class 3 ([-]), Liang He ..." There are two sports students in front of him, his grades are considered outstanding among ordinary students, more than ten seconds faster than the best level in practice, no wonder the body load is exceeded.

"Fuck," Wen Hao exclaimed, "You really have a place!"

"Nonsense, didn't you see it?" There was no grouping in the 1500-meter race, and Liang Hyuk probably knew his ranking when he reached the finish line.

"I'm late."

"Then can I go to accept the award?" Shen Zhe asked.

"Let's go," Wen Hao looked more excited than Liang He, "return to work after receiving the award."

"Can you move around?" Shen Zhe glanced at him, then made a look at Wen Hao, "Shall we carry you, Emperor Liang?"

Liang He's eyes darkened: "Can you stop mentioning that?"

"Okay." Wen Hao automatically stood on the other side of Liang He, holding his arms like Shen Zhe, and Liang He turned his arms on the shoulders of the people on the left and right, walking like a seriously injured patient.

It doesn't look better than lying on someone's back.

Before he got under the rostrum, he got used to the soreness in his legs, and waved away the two people holding his hand: "Okay, do you really think I'm disabled?"

Liang He walked slowly, while the two friends beside him laughed and slowed down.

The prize was an extremely ordinary notebook with a rose on the cover and wrapped in plastic.After he took it home, he put it in the drawer of his desk and never opened it until he went to America.

The author says:

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