phantom hand

Li Chuang had the habit of doing morning exercises before, especially when preparing for the school sports meeting, almost rain or shine.Now even though I said I had changed my body, my spirit was still alive, so I got up from the bed without using my mobile phone to alarm the next morning.

Five thirty-five.

Song Hongqing was in the shape of a big character, and the quilt was kicked away, revealing her hairy jade legs.

Wang Han could only see a human-shaped quilt on the bed, and he didn't know if he had slept soundly in such an oxygen-deficient environment all night.

Shao Xiaodong was the only one who was keen. When he sensed someone getting up, he moaned twice, then turned over and continued whistling.

Li Chuang's face was full of black lines, and he was full of anger that hated iron and steel. He walked over to look at this and then that, and finally chose the little fat man first.

pat on the face.

Grilled Grilled Eyes.

Twist directly and pinch faster.

After Li Chuang's whole set of calling methods, Shao Xiaodong's clothes were all put on.

The remaining two also got up one after another, and 10 minutes later, all members of 807 rushed to the playground under someone's coercion, as if they were going to the execution ground.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, but after experiencing the initial pains, the benefits of exercise are revealed. Let alone whether the sports performance has improved, at least a few people died and waited for the elevator to go up to the eighth floor from the fire escape in one breath. Struggle.The only one who persistently resists exercise should be Shao Xiaodong. This gentleman will yell once a day: woo woo woo, why don’t you run? They reported shot put...

Li Chuang only realized after exercising that Zhao Qingyu's small body really made people tangled.There is not one or two lean meats all over the body. It is either streaky or tender. In short, slice it on a baking tray and it will melt in your mouth, and your endurance is not enough. Let alone [-], just run [-]. Out of breath like dying.Every time Li Chuang looked back on the scene when he blew up the old-fashioned spirometry instrument when he entered high school, he couldn't help crying.

But there are also happy things, such as when Song Hongqing ordered takeaway at noon one day, he changed three servings to four servings.

In this way, at the sports meeting, Shao Xiaodong broke the record of the sports meeting with an amazing shot. Wang Han's [-] almost surpassed his senior's three consecutive championships. Although Song Hongqing's [-] was only fourth, but Compared with last year's first round of preliminary rounds, it can be regarded as a great leap forward.But brother Chuang, in the end, did not resist the objective law.

Supporting Zhao Xiaoyu's body to finish the first half of the run, and fighting Li Dachuang's spirit to finish the second half.

During the last lap, Li Chuang felt that all tangible objects in the world had disappeared, and everything he could see was a vast expanse of whiteness. Only the ringing bell that reminded him of the last lap was clear and sweet, like an oasis in the Taklamakan.

As for how he crossed the finish line, Li Chuang had no memory of it at all, so he might have staggered past that thing, and after confirming that he had finished the journey, he plopped down on the lawn and enjoyed the rest of his life.

It was at that time that Han Mukun called.

Of course, no matter how bad Brother Chuang is, it is impossible for him to run [-] meters with a phone in his pocket. The phone was sent by the head of the Logistics Department of the Temporary Committee of their Class Sports Meeting. The little girl also brought a coat and threw it away. The next sentence "don't catch cold", ran away shyly.

The heart was still beating at a high speed, and the breathing continued to be rapid and disordered. Fortunately, the fishy smell in his throat had almost dissipated. Li Chuang looked at the screen of the phone that had been singing, thinking that this person might be calling in time.

"Why, didn't you answer the phone for a long time?" Han Mukun's good mood was revealed in his slightly raised tone.

In the bliss of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, Li Chuang was also rare: "Look at God, do you want to come over together?"

A man's deep laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Does it look good, look good, I'll go over."

"Well, it looks good." Li Chuang stretched out his palm and opened it, letting the sun cast mottled shadows on his face. "There are blue ones and white ones. It depends on whether you like gentleness or purity."

Han Mukun thought for a while, and then told Li Chuang: "I like naughty ones."

The blue curtain bottom, white clouds, clear sea water, the sky of Shenzhen.The flowers and trees are still lush, and the autumn here is as bright as spring.

"What are you doing over there, it's making a lot of noise."

"School Games."

"Yo, then you didn't sign up and also participated in the competition?"

"5 meters, just crossed the finish line [-] minutes ago."

"...Then what are you doing now?"

"Lying on the football field talking to an idiot who can't pick the time to call."

"..."

Li Chuang felt that Han Mukun had made himself more resilient in training, so he didn't drop the phone after beating him up like this.And it's fine if you didn't drop the phone, but you still ask for warmth? !Why did you lie down on the ground after running, don’t turn around and leave any sequelae, why don’t you have a convulsion next time, is the [-] meters run by a human, and you must not drink water, or your lungs can’t stand it, and you will get tired Li Chuang almost thought he had been an athlete.

But one thing Han Mukun said was right, and Li Chuang felt sorry for him: "This [-] meters is really not run by humans."

Unexpectedly, Han Mukun said, "It's not unusual for you to be able to run down."

Li Chuang had no choice but to tell the truth: "Actually, the second half is gone."

Unexpectedly, Han Mukun didn't tease him. Instead, after being silent for a while, he said with emotion: "Actually, this thing is quite similar to a person's whole life. First run, then bump, and finally stop and go. When will it really stop?" Come down, it's over."

Li Chuang thought for a while, and it seems that this is the case, but life is always more complicated than long-distance running: "You can run with all your heart, as long as you have a firm goal, you can always move forward if you grit your teeth, but you can't fly out halfway. A TV, microwave, etc. gave you Game Over, but you can’t do it in your life, and there are many disasters, and you may be hit by a brick on your head..."

"Well, that's the reason," Han Mukun suppressed a smile: "It means that you have been patronized by Brick?"

Li Chuang looked at his fair and slender fingers, sighed, and gave Han Mukun a hard time: "It's not a brick, it's a meteorite, and even the heat and momentum hit my forehead hard."

After talking on the phone with Han Mukun for about ten minutes, Li Chuang was still a little bit unfinished. Recently, the depth of their nonsense has been unknowingly strengthened. From that time when they broke down in the field to the present, they have made several phone calls, big and small, all while chatting. After some useful talk, Li Chuang got a glimpse of Han Mukun's other side besides being wretched.For example, it turns out that this person can calm down and barely chat. Another example is that this person has really walked through more bridges than the roads he has walked.

Perhaps, this person can be a friend.

When this idea appeared, Li Chuang suddenly thought of Zhao Qingyu.He found that since the soul exchange, unless he mentioned it, Zhao Qingyu didn't seem to ask the surname Han.Uh...he mustn't have forgotten his boyfriend.Li Chuang recalled calling Ms. Song two days ago, who said that Zhao Qingyu and Ai Gang were buddies now, they were doing very well, and they were inseparable day by day, making her, a woman, feel like a light bulb.Li Chuang didn't care about it at the time, he just felt that Zhao Qingyu's taste in making friends was really different from his own, but now that he thought about it again, he was a little worried about that idiot Gang.For the first time, Li Chuang began to wonder whether to give Comrade Baigang a hand when he stepped into the vortex of the world of men and women based on humanitarian spirit.

Li Chuang's incoherent thoughts ended in the sports committee's yelling. The man rushed over and picked him up from the ground and even turned him around twice. The scene was like a successful marriage proposal. Li Chuang had already prepared He made a left uppercut, but the man grabbed his hand first: "Why are you still in a daze, go to the rostrum to receive the award!"

As the only warrior who crossed the finish line in the School of Chemistry, Li Chuang received warm hugs and handshakes from the leaders of the school, as well as a patriot MP3.While lamenting the uneven economic distribution of the motherland, Li Chuang finally understood why the School of Chemistry will always belong to the last legion at the campus meeting.

That night, 807 chose a large hot pot restaurant in the city center to celebrate their success. The four of them drank and poured five dozen beers. When Li Chuang couldn't see his watch clearly, Shao Xiaodong would come to Bai Bai.If it wasn't for the fact that the stools were not picked up tightly, Li Chuang would have slipped away from the table, and Li Chuang's Northeast heart was beaten to pieces.

But he is happy.

Li Chuang liked these roommates, so he lost his temper for no reason.They have one thing to say one thing, another thing to say two things, they are polite and harmonious, they don't know nothing but they are so awesome that they are so annoying to watch.

At that time, Zhao Qingyu was staying up all night with five roommates who "didn't understand anything but were so awesome that they made [-] to [-] yuan" to discuss the next day's group speech—whether suicide is redemption or destruction.Some people are in favor of redemption, some people are in favor of destruction, and some people think it should be argued from two aspects. After all, there are no absolutes but relatives.

For a moment, the atmosphere needs to be as warm as it is warm, and as loving as it is necessary. If a cartoonist were to copy the scene at this time, then he would definitely paste dotted paper with countless brilliant flowers on the background.