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After the new guns were delivered, the competition started quickly.

There were crowds of people on both sides of the track. Apart from the referees, spectators, and support staff, there were more crowds of onlookers. Before it was their turn, the groups were scattered and scattered on the other side to warm up. Xiao Shuai stood behind them, watching from behind. The students in the school are more or less restrained so as not to push and shove, so Yu Jinle and the others can be regarded as occupying a treasure of geomantic omen, avoiding the pain of being crowded with others.

Thinking about putting on the spikes and doing stretching on the sidelines, he glanced at them and made a "1" to the sky with his index finger.

This X pretended to be too stupid, Lu Jing hissed appallingly, pointed at him and said unceremoniously: "Look at his snarky energy, just don't wait until he hits the street halfway."

"I don't know about Pubu Pujie, but he is quite beyond our expectations." Xiao Shuai continued with a smile behind him, "His body type is not the most suitable for sprinting, but your class doesn't have it now. A few can outrun him."

Then he subconsciously glanced at Yu Jinle: "You too."

Yu Jinle's project was unexpectedly easy to understand, but running while thinking about it was hard to understand.

It was also the first time they heard the saying that running requires different body types, so Lu Jing turned around and asked Xiao Shuai, "Is this still tall?"

Cheng Shuo slowly pushed the mirror frame beside him, and replied instead of Xiao Shuai: "He is too tall, there is resistance."

Xueba even answers differently from others.

Xiao Shuai smiled, and shook his head helplessly: "You have done too many physics problems."

Lu Jing stared at Cheng Shuo, you are the only one who can talk!

"In fact, resistance also has a certain relationship, but the most important thing is that sprinting requires explosive power, and the degree of muscular development of the contestants is the key. I think the figure is good, but it is far from the level of explosive power and anaerobic energy supply—— "

Xiao Shuai pointed to one of the muscular players who just ran past them and said, "In terms of appearance, we will be more inclined to train this kind."

A few people were in a cloud of confusion, none of them were particularly good at sports, and they didn't expect extra points for sports specialties in the college entrance examination. If they could grasp the three or four meanings of Xiao Shuai's words, their comprehension was astonishing!

In the end, Lu Jing shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "Probably he was an enemy defeated by his mind!"

Xiao Shuai laughed, "The cardiopulmonary function is still very strong while thinking about it."

Otherwise, Li Qin would not have thought of filling in his name in all the running events.

When thinking about running, Yu Jinle was not a few meters away from him.

When his vigorous figure jumped out with the sound of the gun, he was bathed in the west-slanting sunlight, showing a neat yet beautiful line. Facing the golden light, Yu Jinle squinted his eyes. With both eyes, it seemed to see an agile and fierce leopard in the fast and furious.

passionate.

He felt that his heart was beating at an extraordinary frequency, and the beating drove the blood, which was pumped into his head, forming a hot current that slammed around.

A feeling of dizziness swept over him in an instant.

Although he couldn't express that liking, he still couldn't help secretly delighting in his heart.

See, this is the one he has on his mind.

Where the sun is, it is his world, with natural self-confidence, free and easy, relentless pursuit of goals, tenacity and unyielding persistence of beliefs, responsibility, daring to love and hate.

What this person has is exactly what he dreams of, he is the perfect phantom reflected in the mirror.

The finish line is right in front of you, and many logistics staff are already in place to welcome the arrival of the contestants. When you want to be the first to cross the finish line and run towards Jinle with open arms, the vigorous momentum swept across like a bamboo shoot. After hitting him, Yu Jinle took a big step back by his impact, and then stabilized his lower body to support him.

The sudden relaxation after the physical explosion made Bianxiang a little weak. When he threw himself on Yu Jinle, the tip of his nose was scratched by his fragmentary hair, it was itchy, and there was a faint scent of shampoo, and then he was like The big cat was made comfortable with it, and for no reason was hooked with an urge to act like a baby.

Just like that, he leaned on Jin Le with his whole body, and the heavy panting sound hit Jin Le's ear, and soon a redness began to appear from the tip of that ear, from appearance to spread, before and after the blink of an eye moment.

"Is it okay?" Seeing his exhausted appearance, Yu Jinle couldn't care less about blushing, the mineral water took up one of his hands, leaving only the other hand free to pat him Back said, "Come on, don't stop, walk and rest, I will support you."

Compared with the items he was thinking about, his medicine ball was just like playing.

While trying to put most of the weight on Jin Le, it looks like he has been overworked by exercise and can't even stand up straight. Yu Jinle, who was half a head shorter than himself, was more than enough.

Simple support and the person putting most of the weight on the upper body are completely different things. The runway is full of voices. Yu Jinle has to pay attention not to step on people, but also bear the weight of thinking to ensure that he does not go from violent to violent. The movement jumped to the recovery period and led him to walk slowly to restore his state, so the situation became a little difficult. Some students passing by saw it and were afraid that Yu Jinle would not be able to hold on. Want to wave and refuse.

He lay down on Yu Jinle for a while, and after recovering his anger, he got up with his arms akimbo. Accompanied by Yu Jinle, he walked to the referee to confirm the result.

"When I started running just now, I heard the result of the medicine ball come out." He wiped his face, signed his name on the 400-meter score sheet, and asked casually: "How is it? It should be good Bar?"

Yu Jinle was a little nervous, his lips were pursed and then released.

While thinking about running, he didn't have the time to pay attention to the radio.

But this state of completely focusing on others and not paying attention to his own situation is very strange in itself, so he can only give a vague "um" as an answer.

After I was about to sign, I looked up at him, "What is 'um'?"

He didn't know what it was, so he pushed the water in his hand aside and stuffed it into his arms, "It's nothing, we will go to the bulletin board together later."

The first day ended peacefully like this. I thought that the preparations in the early stage were busy, and this school sports meeting was generally smooth, but it turned out that I was just about to relax, and there was a small episode on the second day.

The next morning, there was a men's 4X100 relay, and he wanted to be in charge of the sprint position in the fourth leg.

When the third bat of the handover was flying towards him from afar, he was surprised to find that their second class actually fell to the third place in the group.

"Fucking!" He jumped on the spot, made a posture of receiving the baton, and tried to sprint as soon as he got the baton.

The three sticks in front of him are Wang Zhichao, Li Qin and Ji Weihe.

Needless to say, Wang Zhichao and Li Qin, a sports student was born in a sports committee, and the remaining Ji Weihe often hangs out with them on the court. They are usually a tough group. One or at least the second is in the pocket, and I don't know what happened, but the group alone was thrown to the third place.

I really can't even relax...

This is his last event in this year's school sports meeting. After this trip, he can really let himself go. Tomorrow is Sunday, and there is still a whole day of rest. He is very tired for a while, and he plans to rest for a day before talking about other things .

As a result, Squad Leader Bian's ideal is very happy, but the reality is very skinny.

When he took over the baton in the third place in the group, and dropped the first two at the finish line with a slight advantage, Yu Jinle, who was already waiting for him after the finish line, brought him a message——

It turned out that when Wang Zhichao took over the baton from Li Qin, he had too much momentum, and when he handed over the baton, he slammed his foot at the same time, and he was so heroic.

When he heard the news, he thought about it with a blank face.

It turned out that not only the baton was lost, but the ankle was also contributed by this guy.

But what can be done?No matter how angry he was, it was his buddies. When he rushed over to find Wang Zhichao, he had already been carried to the rest area of ​​the class's base camp by several classmates.

Wang Zhichao was wearing a short black T-shirt when he played just now, probably because he fell too hard, half of his clothes were covered with a layer of dust, and the scratches on his elbows were not small, with blood dripping from them , probably because he fell sideways, and there were traces of broken skin and bleeding on half of his face-but these were not the most serious. When he thought about it, he could see his inner red swelling like a pig's hoof. When he touched his ankle, the forehead finally couldn't hold back and twitched violently.

As a sports student, Wang Zhichao has suffered many injuries while playing football and training. He once insisted on being handsome to slam dunk because he was not tall enough. Constantly, it is rare to be able to put yourself in such a mess like this time.

Lin Xinchu, the life committee member, was taking Yunnan Baiyao and spraying it on his ankle. He wanted to squat down, took the medicine, and checked it carefully.

Looking at Wang Zhichao's swollen ankle, he thought that the frown had never been untied.

"Fuck you, can you still twist while running? Are you ashamed of yourself!"

Wang Zhichao was holding his own hoof and screaming. He was very aggrieved when he heard the words. He frowned and yelled while thinking: "There is something wrong with my spikes! The nails are loose. Unsteady, I rolled out immediately, if I didn't rush forward, the people next door would definitely suffer!"

Dare he sacrifice himself?

Thinking about it, he almost laughed angrily, "Are you a pig? What about your brain? Didn't you check your equipment first?"

After finishing speaking, he directly poked at his swollen place, and Wang Zhichao yelled, "Fuck, you are trying to murder! Please, please! It's my fault for not checking the spikes, but you can't sprinkle salt on my wound." ah!"

"Okay!" Thinking of getting up, he gave him a headshot, and said to Lin Xinchu who was still helping him with the wound, "Don't fix it, it's all swollen into a pig's hoof, I'll take him to the hospital directly."

After thinking for a while, he said, "Let's help him deal with those exposed wounds. Just bandage them up. Anyway, we have to deal with them again when we go to the hospital."

With tears in his eyes, Wang Zhichao sat on the spot and hugged him, wanting to let out an astonishing roar: "I knew you were sincere in treating me!"

Thinking of being hugged by him first, and then receiving his lion's roar, goose bumps burst out all over his body, and he almost pushed him away with a conditioned reflex, but he still thought of the duty of not torturing the wounded. , silently recited a spell of pure heart, and then barely stopped the movement.

He hurriedly pushed Wang Octopus Zhichao away, stepped back to a safe distance, and then looked at him with disgust and said, "I'm really afraid that your wound will get infected. On the head, if it is really infected, I am afraid that you will successfully evolve into a fool in the afternoon!"

Lin Xinchu covered her mouth and smiled, and quickly picked up the gauze pad and medical tape to help Wang Zhichao deal with those abrasions.