Suppress me, mark me [rebirth]

The next day, the Hengbei playground was full of voices.

Today's clouds are thick, covering most of the sun, the sky is mild, the weather is beautiful, and there is even a breeze blowing from nowhere, touching the face, comfortable and soft, it is the most suitable weather for long-distance running.

Lu Chaosheng was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, and was stretching on the side of the runway.

The long legs are stretched, the muscles are straightened, the bare arms and ankles are refreshing and clean, and the youthful atmosphere is strong.

Because of Wen Yanwan's publicity on the flag-raising platform on Monday, the whole school knew that Lu Chaosheng was going to run 5000 meters.

At this time, the auditorium was full of voices and crowds, and dark figures crowded together, many of whom were born towards Lu Chao.

Li Ruiyuan didn't know what he saw, and suddenly burst into a burst of crazy laughter: "Fuck, hahahahaha! Brother Yan, Chaosheng, look at the auditorium!"

Wen Yanwan raised her eyes as she said, and was immediately amused.

In the center of the auditorium, there was a huge banner with yellow characters on a red background, and it said

[Chao Sheng flies bravely, the waves follow forever]

Obvious, and shameful.

Seeing that Lu Chaosheng looked over, the waves danced even more vigorously. A bright red banner flew up like a real wave.

Lu Chaosheng: "..."

Li Ruiyuan: "Hahahahaha, this is the idea of ​​some kind of god, it's too funny!"

Lu Chaosheng glanced at him.

The tails of the eyes are slender, and the light in the eyes is slightly cool, like a walking air-conditioning release machine.

"..."

Li Ruiyuan stuffed the smile back into his throat in a second.

The blockage was too fast, and I didn't let out the last few breaths, and I couldn't help making a fart-like "puff" sound.

Looking at this scene, Wen Yanwan couldn't help laughing, and leaned over, the two brothers seemed to hold his shoulders, comforting him: "Oh, don't be angry, you see how much he likes you, and even paid for it You set up a banner, which means you are very popular! If you don’t believe me, look at the one next to you.”

He pointed in a certain direction, and a familiar figure was squatting on the ground: "Except for his little brother, there is not even a classmate who came to cheer. Tsk, it's pitiful enough to be mixed up like this."

He Yicheng who was waiting beside the runway: "..."

It's stupid, this dog just picks up men, why does he always cue him if he has nothing to do! Cue is cue, and you have to poke him with a knife every time!Did He Yicheng provoke him?

Isn't it because he accidentally spread rumors about him for a few days?As for being so small-minded and holding grudges until now?He had already been beaten up by Lu Chaosheng!He was also beaten by his father!Last week, he was beaten up by his father again for making trouble with Lu Haiyi!

Isn't that enough? !

The more He Yicheng thought about it, the angrier he became, but he didn't dare to trouble those two dogs, so he could only bite his teeth and swallow it by himself.

Glaring Wen Yanwan angrily, He Yicheng greeted his younger brother and squatted directly across the track.

Not long after, the referee's voice sounded not far away: "Those who are going to run 5000 meters, hurry up and check! It's about to start!"

Wen Yanwan sent Lu Chaosheng to the inspection point, watching him swipe his campus card and put on his sportswear.

Taking the campus card from Lu Chaosheng's hand naturally, and stuffing it into her pocket, Wen Yanwan smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes one by one with gentle movements.

Lu Chaosheng lowered his eyes.

From his angle, he could see the thick eyelashes, the high bridge of the nose, the smooth and neat curvature of the jawbone, and the thin lips that had been inserted into his own lips countless times.

Wen Yanwan looked up.

Lu Chaosheng looked away.

Wen Yanwan didn't say much, just put her fist against his shoulder bone lightly, as a friend.

"come on."

The corners of the mouth were raised slightly, and there was a slight smile at the end of the eyes. In those deep and dark eyes, there was obvious support and trust.

Lu Chaosheng stared at him fixedly, and after a while, he lowered his eyes: "Well, I will."

After saying that, he turned around straight away, the corner of his clothes drew an arc in the air, his back was thin, and his steps were calm.

Wen Yanwan watched his back, unconsciously touched her lips with the back of her hand, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

For some reason, at that moment just now, he always had the illusion that the other party was expecting him to kiss her.

But soon, Wen Yanwan didn't have time to think about it.At the start of the runway, all athletes are ready.

"Bang!" The gunshot rang out, and enthusiastic cheers broke out in the auditorium.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the sky, a cheering voice that was incompatible with others resounded warmly and distinctly in my ears

"Chaosheng Chaosheng, you fly bravely, and the waves and waves will always follow you! Lu Chaosheng, class 1, senior three, come on!

Li Ruiyuan: "Hahahahaha!"

Wen Yanwan: "...Pfft!"

Lu Chaosheng's footsteps immediately staggered, almost falling directly on the ground.

Wen Yanwan held back her laughter and shouted towards the runway: "Chaosheng, run! You're going to fall behind!"

Lu Chaosheng came to his senses and immediately stepped up to chase after him.

On the runway, the crowd that had gathered together gradually dispersed, clinging to the inside of the runway, and finally pulled into a long and narrow line.

Lu Chaosheng was stuck at a certain point, running unhurriedly with the large army.

"Hurry up, hurry up, give me the manuscript as soon as it's finished, and I'll take it to the rostrum to read to them!" Seeing this, Shi Xuerong urged the classmates.

In the auditorium, all the students in Class 1 ([-]) of senior high school were writing vigorously, and the pen and ink flew up. After writing a sheet, it was immediately handed over to Shi Xuerong. Thinking, walking in a hurry, is the fiery soul that is burning.

The announcer's passionate and sweet voice came out from the microphone: "5000 meters is the starting point of life, 5000 meters is the sprint of life, and 5000 meters is the glory of victory! Lu Chaosheng, class three (1) of high school, go, victory is coming! The front is waving to you! Go beyond yourself and never give up! May you use your sweat to add an eternal stroke to the glory of the sun!"

Hearing the words on the speaker, Li Ruiyuan immediately sighed: "I'll go, Shi Xuerong and the others are doing their best!"

Wen Yanwan glanced at Lu Chaosheng who was on the runway not far away, then turned to look at the rostrum.

Thinking of something, the brows suddenly raised, and he walked towards the rostrum.

Li Ruiyuan shouted at his back: "Hey, Brother Yan, why are you going?"

Wen Yanwan waved the back of his hand without turning his head: "Go and cheer for Chao Sheng."

On the rostrum, the female announcer was reading a manuscript passionately, when she suddenly felt someone tap her shoulder twice, she turned her head, and then met Wen Yanwan's deep, black eyes.

"Excuse me," Wen Yanwan's eyebrows and eyes were gently curved, and the arcs at the end of the eyes were narrow and beautiful, "Can I borrow the microphone?"

The boy has a handsome face, extremely dark eyes, and deep and beautiful eyelids. When he stares at each other seriously, it seems that the sky is full of starlight, full of affection.

It was the first time to see such a face up close, and the shock was a bit big, and the female announcer's face turned red instantly.

The male announcer frowned slightly: "No..."

Before he finished speaking, the female announcer quickly covered her mouth with sharp eyes and hands.

She stared at Wen Yanwan's face, and smiled sweetly: "Of course, you can use it as you like."

Male announcer: "..."

woohoo? ? ?

A few seconds later, Wen Yanwan's deep, magnetic and affectionate voice came from the speaker: "The wind, youth with its own wind..."

Lu Chaosheng was running on the track when he suddenly heard Wen Yanwan's voice, his foot slipped and he almost fell.

On the rostrum, Wen Yanwan kept talking, and his deep and affectionate voice was faithfully transmitted to every corner of the playground through the sound system: "The wind, the youth with the wind; the sail, the soul with the sail. In the hot summer, we I caught a glimpse of a thin and tall figure on the playground, and since then, I have been sleepless all night. Ah, who is in the dream, blowing my shy youth? Who is at sea, stirring up my youthful affection? It is you, Lu Chaosheng!"

Lu Chaosheng: "..."

"When the wind blows away the ends of your hair, I am simply obsessed: in the gleaming slightly hanging soft hair, between the slender eyebrows that fade into the temples, in the light-colored eyes dripping with clear water... you are actually So beautiful! Damn!"

The entire auditorium has gone crazy with laughter:

"Hahahahaha what an idiot!"

"It's too shameful, it's too shameful, my mother!"

"The last 'hateful' is too spiritual hahahahaha!"

It happened that a fellow student passed by. The man seemed to be smiling a little bit. At this time, he was out of breath from laughing and fell directly on the playground.

A logistics team stepped forward immediately, took the man's arms, and dragged him away from the track to avoid a stampede.

The man was dragging his legs on the ground, laughing and not forgetting to complain: "Hahahahahaha, the god Nima is beautiful and lovely, which goddamn man wrote this, it's so fucking awesome, damn it hahahahaha Ha ha!"

Lu Chaosheng: "..."

He chose to overtake the opponent silently, and when he passed the rostrum, his footsteps were slightly hurried, as if he wanted to stay away from a certain psychopath.

Keenly noticing the situation on the field, Da Jinwen pondered for a while, and suddenly realized: "I know, Wen Yanwan did this on purpose! The purpose is to disturb the enemy's mind, and help Lu Chaosheng defeat the opponent psychologically!"

"...Damn, awesome!" Lan Jingyun was stunned, "No wonder he is so smart, so the way of thinking is different from ordinary people like us!"

Shi Xuerong reacted, and immediately greeted the students in the class: "Hurry up, come on, team, change your strategy immediately, write me rainbow farts! The more farts, the better!"

So a few minutes later, Wen Yanwan received the kind help from the friends behind the scenes.

Seeing the note in his hand, Wen Yanwan raised his eyebrows slightly, took the microphone, and curled his lips: "Chaosheng's legs, not legs, are spring water on the banks of the Seine, Chaosheng's back, not back, are Bulgarian roses, Chaosheng Sheng's skin is from the East China Plain, supple and youthful, and Chao Sheng's eyes are stars in the night sky, sparkling and captivating.

"Chao Sheng's voice is a black hole, I am light, I can't escape the gravity of sound, Chao Sheng's abdominal muscles are hills, I accidentally fell into my arms, Chao Sheng's fingers are anesthesia needles, touch it, and you will be intoxicated... ..."

On the arena, the athletes were already laughing like crazy, and they fell down several times one after another, making the plot of Class 1 of Senior Three ([-]) completely successful.

Wen Yanwan held back her laughter, thinking, what the hell are these lines, it's so disgusting.

Throwing the note aside casually, he leaned towards the microphone slowly, his eyes fixed on the eye-catching and beautiful figures of Lu Chaosheng in the distance, unconsciously, a trace of tender affection overflowed from the brow.

He spoke with a hoarse voice, seemingly false: "I am willing to be attracted by your black hole, touched by your fingers, and paralyzed by sweet pheromones, please let me just like this, drunk in your arms, until dawn time."