Fast travel: the 101st be

Ling Ye found that his role to Cheng Yuan was not only in "free bodyguard", but also in many other aspects.

Coming out of the equipment room, the stinky boy who doesn't like to wear school uniforms is wearing a cool black sweater and overalls, half sitting and half leaning on the railing of the bench, with his hands in his pockets casually looking at the high jump field, with a root in his mouth. Lollipop, with the red sunset behind him at the most appropriate position, just like a handsome senior who is waiting for his elementary school girls to come home from school.

Ling Ye always felt that this person was looking for a coquettish angle on purpose.

Someone did take the bait.

It was the class flower of the sixth class. Ling Ye had the impression that she probably pulled the two little sisters to embolden her, and stood in front of them shyly.

Ling Ye just approached.

"Yes, Lingye."

Then Lingye witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of Banhua's face turning pale in shock to feeling that she had been humiliated and played with and left with resentment.

"Aren't you afraid to turn your back on you and trouble you again?"

Cheng Yuan turned around and found that the person waiting had come out, his eyes lit up suddenly, he jumped off the railing and landed right in front of him, and handed a freshly peeled lollipop to his mouth.

Lime flavor, Lingye's favorite.

Ling Ye looked at it for a while, and finally lowered his head and took the lollipop in his mouth.

"Otherwise, we really fell in love with her early, we Xueba, we don't do these things."

Speaking of puppy love, Ling Ye wanted to say that now the whole school really thinks we are a couple.

Thanks to this idiot who haunts people day after day, he and Cheng Yuan almost go in and out together every day, and the rumors of wearing a pair of pants are solid, and because of no less than twenty times of "Sorry, I like Lingye" ", it seemed that his affair with Cheng Yuan had become real.

At that time, this kind of thing was not so popular, and people were more surprised, wait-and-see, and even disgusted. The concept of txl pathology is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but there are already a small number of people with very advanced concepts and rich imaginations who have begun to write articles on yy up.

Ling Ye was even lucky enough to see...

The content is very...

The only thing to be thankful for is that he is still the man in that blushing incident...

"Huh? Why are you in a daze?" Cheng Yuan waved a hand in front of him.

Ling Ye regained his senses, "Don't say such nonsense in the future."

"I know, I know."

Ling Ye sighed, 'Got it' in Cheng Yuan, which means he will say that again next time.

"Do you want to eat?"

"eat."

"Are you going to run 3000 tomorrow?"

Ling Ye hummed dispensably.

"Are you good at long-distance running?"

"generally."

"It's strange that you can report it."

"The sports committee couldn't find anyone, so they almost knelt down and cried."

Cheng Yuan chuckled, "Our class sports committee threatened to chop off his head and kick him, but no one paid any attention to him. In the end, he did it himself."

"He has quite a few projects of his own."

Cheng Yuan turned his head to look at him, and only smiled, "Our bad student Ling Ye, we can't always be so soft-hearted."

Ling Ye sometimes finds it unbelievable. He read a lot of miscellaneous books when he was learning to be a back row student. The protagonist always said that he was seen through by someone. Bit, can always say a lot, he can't answer the words.

One is that there is no need to answer, and the other is that the answer is self-evident.

"But it's not a big problem. I'll cheer for you tomorrow. Be strong and get the first place, Ling Ye! Let Yu Jing cook delicious food for you."

"..."

Ling Ye wanted to say please don't, but he just went with the mentality of making up for it.

He thought so until the first few laps of the next day.

His physical fitness is actually good. After all, he is always going through the wind and rain, and he didn't run seriously. After six laps, he still has enough energy. The surrounding track is full of encouragement and cheering.

"Jiang Zhengqi! Come on!" "Jiang Gao Jiang Gao!" "Crane one crane one, always number one!"...

Ling Ye didn't hear anything other than noisy and funny.

until--

"Lingye!! Come on!! Go!!"

Ling Ye almost fell over.

The key is that this guy didn't know which physical education teacher got a big speaker, and the electronic sound directly pierced all other shouts.

Cai Luyang, who was standing next to Cheng Yuan, had just finished calling Jiang Zhengqi to cheer up, "??"

"Brother Cheng, where are you from?"

Cheng Yuan yelled a few more times, "Hahaha, didn't you guys yell for Qiqi? Come on Ling Ye!!"

The ear-piercing "Come on Lingye" was mixed with "Come on Jiang Zhengqi", which directly overwhelmed the latter.

The people in the first class of the experiment were generally dumbfounded, Cai Luyang stepped forward and kicked Cheng Yuan out of the first class.

Cheng Yuan jumps up and down, shouts and yells, and gets mixed up with Ling Ye's seventh class.

In fact, student Ling Ye didn't have a good relationship with Ling Ye. At first, he didn't know whether to shout or not. After all, he was afraid that if he shouted, he might not be happy. They didn't realize until now that no one in the class seemed to play with Ling Ye. Well, none of them even knew him even remotely.

He is always alone.

Seeing that this was a good time, the sports committee of the seventh class yelled together, and pulled a few lively and capable ones.

Perhaps the charm of group activities during the student days lies in this. With fresh enthusiasm, you can follow the crowd to do things that you would not normally dare to do.

So "Ling Ye, come on" suddenly sprang up, especially when seeing Ling Ye overtaking one by one, twice as fast as others, the shouting became more and more deafening.

Ling Ye had already scolded Cheng Yuan's ancestor several rounds in his heart.

This idiot.

As long as a person has a little expectation from others, even if it is the most rubbish, he will not dare to perfunctory. This is true for ordinary people, especially for those who are already on the fringes of the crowd.

Last lap.

Cheng Yuan bounced and jumped to the finish line again.

"Run faster, run faster! It's third! It's third! One more and one more!"

Lingye's legs are no longer his own.

"Go, go, go!"

Don't call me mentally retarded!

"Second! Hurry up! Number one! No number one! Don't go to bed tonight!"

Ling Ye was thankful that he basically had no intention of caring about the reactions of the people around him.

He didn't hear or see the unanimous "Wow~~" booing sounds, crazy screams of cp knocking, as well as the stern-faced teacher who was timing the time and the referee who shot the gun at the finish line and turned their heads and laughed.

"The first!!"

The only thing he saw was Cheng Yuan who opened his arms and tried to catch him.

go away!

Weak chicken, you can catch a fart!

Ling Ye felt his eyes darken for a while, and when he opened them again, he heard the laughing voice of the man next to his ear.

"Catch it."

"You fucking..."

"Really number one, you are so awesome, hahaha, I just yelled casually. What the hell, Lingye, you are number one, number one among three thousand!"

Ling Ye had no strength to scold anymore.

Half of his body was paralyzed on the person, his eyes were still a little blurred, and when he was panting and looking at it calmly, he saw a section of neck in front of him, because he was thin, he could see the obvious skinny feeling, and there was a very tiny mole in the socket of the neck.

He is very familiar with the smell on his body, because he sleeps together almost every day, but he has never smelled so clearly like today.

Many absurd scenes that he had seen suddenly flashed through Ling Ye's mind.

Perhaps because of the different camps of the classes, Cheng Yuan would not find anyone to share his joy with, so he could only dance and show off with the referee teacher he just met.

"Number one, number one, my friend is number one!"

The teacher smiled, "The cowhide is broken, take him to rest quickly, your friend looks almost exhausted."

"Hahaha, yes, are you tired? Go for a walk and find a place where I can rub your legs." Cheng Yuan raised his head and supported Ling Ye with his body.

Ling Ye retracted his arms calmly, and buried his cheeks further into the dimple of his neck.

"Ah."

He is mentally handicapped, doesn't know anything, doesn't know anything, let him hug, let him rub, still laughing, just a stupid rabbit who broke into the wolf's den and wanted to make friends with Mr. Wolf.

[The author has something to say: For the time being, I will update it every other day, I am too useless (T_T)]