Good brother, your design is broken

The next day, the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly, and the North High Spring Games were held as scheduled.

When Lin Meng entered the classroom carrying big and small bags of snacks, everyone was shocked and drove him into the encirclement.

"Damn it, Lin Meng, your family runs a wholesale market!"

"Mom, let me see what's delicious."

Lin Meng grabbed the snacks, and shouted loudly: "Give it to Dad!! This is for Brother Ye, brother Ye has four items today, you little weak chickens who only have one item, don't deserve it, have it! ,have!!"

Everyone: "..."

As a sports committee, Qin Yebao's projects are all group projects that everyone chooses leftovers or lack of people. In two days, there are a total of eight projects, and they shoulder heavy responsibilities. It's no wonder that Lin Meng, who is a fan boy, is so arrogant.

In fact, not only Lin Meng, but most of them stuffed their schoolbags full of snacks for the sports meeting, and when they went downstairs together, it was a scene of disaster.

People from various classes gathered on the stairs, and everyone wanted to get to the sports field early, but the final result was a mess, and it was almost impossible to walk.

Wang Mei rolled his eyes and howled, "Yu Zhirui, your bag will crush you!"

"What are you shouting for? I'm also devastated!" Yu Zhirui blushed and moved to the side.

Finally got fresh air, Wang Mei squeezed forward with the bag, stepped on a piece of soft fabric, and the next second, he screamed: "Ah-my skirt, you pervert!"

Wang Mei was shocked: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

The girl held up the skirt that was almost trampled off: "Please stay away, old lady!"

……

After finally getting out of the stairwell, everyone's clothes were messy and they had no image. Standing in the sun, it was a little hard to find out the north, south, east, and west.

Looking at Ling Lang who was not far away, he was neither fast nor slow, dressed lightly, and didn't even carry a bag on his back, he was so chic.

The entrance ceremony is held in the open-air sports field, with the class as the unit, one team of athletes and one team of spectators, and they circle the field for half a circle according to the serial number of the class.

When the first few classes were in formation, Xue Jie groaned angrily in the team: "Did you see that other classes have uniform uniforms, but our class does not."

Yu Zhirui disdained: "Who can't do superficial skills? Let them see the inner cohesion of our class 8 on the field today!"

"Hmm! Working together to win the last count is also a kind of strong cohesion in a sense!" Wang Mei, who didn't know when he got into the team of athletes, said quietly.

Yu Zhirui squinted at Wang Mei: "Please stay away from me as a retreating drum player, I'm afraid that the light of my victory will knock off your drum hammer."

"The next ones coming to us are the athletes from Class 8, Grade [-] and their support team..."

Squad leader He Bo: "Hush! Be quiet, it's our turn."

The gossiper shut up instantly, raised their chests and raised their heads, yelling slogans, and followed Qin Ye, who was holding the class flag, striding past the rostrum.

Even if you can't win the game, you must deter your opponent in terms of momentum.

The girl who read the opening words on the rostrum slowed down her speech according to the speed of the team, and when she glanced over, she almost forgot her words in shock.

At the end of the 8th class athlete team, Ling Lang plugged in his earphones, put his hands in his pockets, and walked forward slowly. Although he didn't shout slogans along with him, his indifferent eyes and calm posture were enough to instantly kill everyone present.

When people from other classes saw Ling Lang, they also started commotion.

What's going on this year in Class 8, Grade [-]?

Even the giant Buddha of the school bully has moved out!Could it be Wang Zang who was suppressed after kneeling three times in a row?

After the lively entrance ceremony ended, it was already ten o'clock. The first thing to do was a few small warm-up events, including Chi Yangbao's shot put throwing. Ling Lang went to watch it. final group.

Before the afternoon game started, the runway and bunkers were vacated, and the real blood competition officially started.

The sports ground of Beigao is very large, and the stands are distributed around. The viewing area reserved for parents by Class 8 is next to the student area. It was not very full at first, but in the blink of an eye, there were suddenly a lot of people.

Everyone took a closer look, good guy, no wonder Yu Zhirui wanted to ask about the number of family members in the group yesterday, he actually brought all his parents, sisters, grandparents, grandparents, grandpa and grandma, to the extent that he could have a New Year's Eve dinner directly with another Eight Immortals table .

Yu Zhirui was about to go to the competition, and Yu's father patted him on the shoulder: "Son, come on later, dad running No.1 will take you to a big meal!"

Yu Zhirui: "Only the first one has a big meal?"

His mother smiled and said: "Silly son, if you run to the first place, your father will invite you. If you can't, of course your mother will invite you."

Yu Zhirui: "Then I'd better try to get my dad to treat me, and try to get the whole family to give him a good fortune!"

The four-year-old sister nestled in Zhirui's arms and giggled: "Brother, I will cheer for you!"

……

Chi Yang was called by the class monitor to help fetch water, and he didn't come back for a long time. Ling Lang sat alone at the edge of the class in a daze, surrounded by the laughter of Yu Zhirui's family.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice suddenly.

Ling Lang quickly regained his senses, took out his phone, and on the screen was an advertisement for chatting with beautiful women.

He stared blankly at the big-breasted cute girl in the ad for a long time, then frowned and quit.

He clicked on the address book, hovered his thumb over the cell phone number marked as "Mom" for a while, and finally quit without doing anything.

Spring is cloudy and rainy, but today is a rare good weather. The sun above the head is so strong that the sunshade can't block it. Ling Lang put away his mobile phone, took off his coat and covered his head, and saw that there were more straight lines in front of him. With long legs, he raised his head and met Chi Yang who had just come up.

Chi Yang threw a bottle of water into Ling Lang's arms: "I have something to do, I have to leave early this afternoon."

Ling Lang: "Did you ask Lao Liu for approval?"

"Approved." Chi Yang took out the slip from his pocket and shook it.

No wonder it took so long to come back.

Ling Lang let out an "oh" and shrank back into his coat.

After Chi Yang sat down, uncharacteristically, he didn't talk to him, but took out his mobile phone and fiddled with him for a long time.

Ling Lang propped his chin, secretly glanced at Chi Yang's cell phone screen under his jacket, and found that Chi Yang was searching for the way to take a bus from Beigao to Chenxi Road.

He lifted the corner of his coat, revealing half of his eyes: "There is no subway to Chenxi Road, and the bus is very convenient, but don't take the 234, it will be stuck in traffic, take the 421 or 320, although there are many stops, the actual time is the shortest."

Chi Yang was planning to use the software to reserve a private car, and he didn't intend to take the bus or subway. He just accidentally cut the wrong interface, but he still listened to Ling Lang's experienced directions.

He was surprised: "You know all this?"

Ling Lang nodded: "I have taken half of the buses in the urban area, from the starting station to the final station."

The wind blowing through every stop sign, seeing the scenery of every stop sign, just go forward without paying attention to which stop to stop at.

If you want to ask a high school student where he spends so much time on the road, the answer is self-evident.

It turned out that Ling Lang's skipping class was not, as Wang Mei said, going to find Ligao Hunzi to do justice for the heavens, but to observe the world for God.

Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for many years, the kid not only mutated violent genes, but also evolved such artistic cells.

Chi Yang focused on this cute little hobby in his heart, and planned to go back to the dormitory and record it in "Little Wolf Cub Observation Diary".

"Okay, then I'll check the route you mentioned."

He suddenly changed his mind and decided to take the transport that the cub loves.

"Ah."

Ling Lang put down the lifted corner, and wrapped his whole head in the coat again, like a pineapple head without emotion.

Chi Yang thought it was amused, and pulled the coat on Ling Lang's head with his hands: "Is there any space below you? The sun is too high, and I almost can't see the phone screen clearly."

After he asked, he waited for a while, but there was no movement under the coat.

Looks like there's no room left.

Chi Yang smiled, stopped teasing the little wolf cub, he looked at the sprint track not far away, Yu Zhirui desperately got No.4, and punched himself in frustration.

Suddenly, the people around him moved, opened their coats, and said calmly, "Come in."

The men's 3000 meters in the second year of senior high school is the first event on the second day.

In the evening, Chi Yang returned to school after finishing his work, instead of going to Ling Lang's dormitory to study with him, he sent three consecutive voice messages to urge him to go to bed early.

One at nine, one at ten, one at 10:30.

At the back, Ling Lang didn't dare to go back, pretending to be asleep, but listening to those voices reached zero.

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door outside the dormitory, Ling Lang opened the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, and standing outside the door was Chi Yang carrying breakfast.

Ling Lang turned around and ran back to the bathroom, rinsing out the foam from his mouth: "You got up so early?"

Chi Yang put the breakfast on the coffee table: "There are many people in the cafeteria, so you can save time."

Ling Lang came out after washing his face, and opened the delicate packaging box. The buns and pastries inside were warm, just right for his mouth, but the soy milk was still a little hot. Luckily, Chi Yang lifted the lid of the cup while he was washing. Let it go for a while.

Since the beginning of school, Ling Lang almost always eats in the school cafeteria. At first, he was forced to go there by Chi Yang, but I don't know when, he gradually got used to the noise around him, although he felt surrounded by people when eating. It still annoys him a bit, but overall, it's not unbearable.

Moreover, the food in the Beigao cafeteria was better than he had imagined.

In contrast, the various restaurants outside the campus have lost their original appeal, not only that, but they also need to climb an extra wall.

Chi Yang has already eaten, and now he has nothing to do, so he peeled a boiled egg and gave it to Ling Lang: "Did you sleep well yesterday?"

"Very good." After Ling Lang finished speaking, he took a sip of soy milk guiltily.

After breakfast, Ling Lang went back to his room to change, and just as he took out a pure black top from the closet, he heard Chi Yang behind him say, "Put that on."

When Ling Lang turned his head, Chi Yang was looking at his wardrobe.

He followed Chi Yang's gaze, and finally landed on the beige sweater.

It was the one that Chi Yang insisted on buying when we went to the mall together at the beginning of the month.

Wrapped in all dark clothes, it stands out and is lonely.

Ling Lang directly refused: "I don't want to wear it."

"The sun is hot today, wearing dark clothes absorbs heat, and it will affect the performance at that time." Chi Yang said as he walked behind him, "White is cool and eye-catching, so it is convenient for everyone to see you."

Ling Lang's hand for picking clothes suddenly paused: "Brother Yang."

Chi Yang: "Huh?"

Ling Lang plucked at the cabinet door with his fingertips, and turned around: "Have you misunderstood something?"

"Misunderstanding?" Chi Yang raised his eyebrows.

Ling Lang let out a "hmm", but didn't continue.

With Chi Yang's IQ, it wouldn't have been so long, and he still can't see how bad his popularity in school is. Even if he forgot it for a while, after his reminder, he should have come to his senses.

But Chi Yang still has a puzzled look on his face right now, so probably from the very beginning, Chi Yang was deliberately making fun of him.

"Forget it." Ling Lang lowered his eyes slightly, "Anyway, they don't want to see me that much."

Looking at the gloomy little wolf cub in front of him, Chi Yang's eyebrows twitched slightly, he was fine just now, why did he suddenly give up on himself again?

In the end, Ling Lang still wore the beige sweater that he disliked.

Because brother Chi Yang always has a hundred ways to deal with stubborn children.

When the two arrived at the sports field, there were already many people gathered beside the track, from all classes, the most conspicuous of which was Class 8 standing in a group.

Ling Lang glanced at the students who were waving towards them, and said to Chi Yang, "Go first, they are calling you."

Chi Yang: "Why don't you take a closer look, are they greeting me?"

Ling Lang gave a "hmm" and walked to the place where the competition vest was collected without looking at it.

Chi Yang: "..."

It turned out that the little wolf cub's eyes were not very good.

For a competition in which Ling Lang participated, 2/3 of the people in Class [-] arrived, and even Luo Yiheng, who usually had the least sense of presence, was among the crowd, ready to cheer for Ling Lang.

Everything is obvious enough, except for the protagonist of the story, who always seems to be out of sight.

Chi Yang followed behind, looking thoughtfully at the person in front.

It was still the same cool back, but when he heard the students say his name at close range, he lowered his head slightly, and his footsteps were a little confused and messy.

Chi Yang smiled helplessly, it seems that the little wolf cub is not blind at all, but afraid to see.

"Xiao Lang." Chi Yang called out.

Ling Lang turned around.

A warm velvet off-white hood covers his slender neck, and the sunlight creeps up on his side face, blurring the contours of his skin, making his whole body so white and shiny that it is too dazzling.

Chi Yang smiled: "Forget it, it's nothing."

It is said that half of the lack of great virtue.

Ling Lang didn't intend to let him go, so he frowned and asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Chi Yang smiled inscrutablely: "I'll tell you when I reach the finish line."

Today is the same as yesterday, and the sky is still blue. At 09:30 in the morning, the spring light spreads slowly on the track, and there are already a dozen or so players in vests standing at the starting point, chatting in groups of twos and threes.

"I'm going, why are there so many girls here? There are so many beautiful girls." Class 2 contestants stroked their shiny hairstyle backwards, "Could they all come to see my heroic appearance on the field?"

The contestants from class 9 next to him rolled their eyes and waited: "Come on, you, I'm here to see the male god."

While talking, there was a small commotion behind them, and the two turned their heads, only to see Ling Lang wearing a No. 8 vest walking towards the starting point.

Class 2 players were shocked: "Why is he here? Isn't he a lone wolf who claims to never participate in group activities?"

Class 9 contestant: "...This is the nickname you gave to others, right? Class 8 has shaved his head three times. It seems that he wants to send a capable player to save his reputation."

Class 2 player: "Absolutely impossible. If he had this strength, why would he have gone? How could he be indifferent to seeing his class being crushed so many times? If it doesn't work, it won't work. It won't save anyone else."

……

The two thought they were talking in a low voice, but in fact, not a single word fell into Ling Lang's ears.

As for the discussion, Ling Lang didn't seem to have heard of it, and began to do pre-match exercises calmly.

On the sidelines of the arena, looking at Ling Lang's warm white back under the sun, Lin Meng's bowl-thick nerves became more delicate once in a while: "Do you feel that Brother Lang has become different today."

Ye Lingling also found out: "Really, so what is different?"

"There is only one truth." Wang Mei made a gesture like Conan pushing his glasses, "That is, you have changed, you are handsome!"

Xue Jie was displeased: "Brother Lang was also very handsome yesterday, thank you."

Xu Tu: "The one from the day before yesterday was also handsome, thank you."

"Listen to me! He used to be cool and handsome, but now he is handsome in Bulling Bulling." Wang said and gestured with his ten fingers, "Family, do you understand me?"

The people in front of him looked at him with puzzled faces.

Well, no one understands.

The author says:

Boys, turn back, there is one more chapter, two chapters in a row today~