Good brother, your design is broken

A wild cat with fried fur suddenly ran across the track.

Ling Lang suddenly narrowed his steps.

The player next door who was a full lap behind Ling Lang was already exhausted, but this time he was even more caught off guard. In order to avoid the wild cat, he bumped into Ling Lang and was supported by Ling Lang so that he did not fall to the ground.

At the same time, the sports student took the opportunity to "swish" past Ling Lang, including the third, fourth, and fifth behind him...

Everything happened so fast that the onlookers were all stunned.

The first Class 8 student who reacted was surprised: "I saw it, it was Ma Qingyu who let it go!"

The crowd suddenly set off one after another "fucking trough".

"It's him, I saw it too, no wonder he has been sneaking around in the crowd."

"Does he still want to lose face? It's fine to ask foreign aid to cheat, but he's playing dirty tricks!"

The students in class 8 were shocked and angry, and even lost and at a loss for a moment.

In broad daylight, the male god was murdered, and Xue Jie was so angry that her face turned red. She threw off the burden of being a literary talent and rushed to the front to cheer for Ling Lang.

The others followed suit, rushing forward, staggering a certain teacher next to him who was playing with his mobile phone while bowing his head.

The teacher rescued a pair of glasses that had slipped off, and when he looked back, the place he was standing just now was filled with students in an instant.

... What happened to these kids?I'm not so excited to watch the Olympics.

The teacher who didn't understand why shook his head.

On the track, the first looseness finally appeared on Ling Lang's even and steady face. The looseness was like a crack, and soon spread from the slightly wrinkled brows to the temples, and beads of sweat rolled down.

When the person bumped into him just now, he stepped on his foot. After a short period of numbness, his little toe felt a sharp pain, and the blood on his lips faded instantly.

"Brother Lang hold on!"

"Good job! Brother Lang rush!!"

"come on!!"

……

Passing by Class 8 again, the shout of encouragement was like a whistling wind, passing by his ears, but the word "Xiaolang" hidden in it turned into an echo and remained in his chest to stir back and forth.

Both gentle and powerful.

As the race entered the last lap, Ling Lang and the sports student kept a distance of about seven meters, with two people in between.

This distance is not too far in terms of visual effects, but for Ling Lang whose physical strength has reached its limit, it is almost impossible to catch up.

The smell of rust spread from his throat, the wind turned into a knife, and the scarlet runway twisted into a rugged mountain road, rising and falling in front of his eyes...

Chen Feng and Liu Feiran got a bag of small colorful flags from nowhere, and handed out one to each of the 8th class: "Quick, wave them all to Brother Wolf!"

Everyone didn't care that they were from Squad 17, one of the enemies, so they picked up the small flag and waved it wildly above their heads.

The nature of Xu Tu's number one "Lang Chui" was even more exposed at this moment. He held seven small flags of different colors, stood on a chair he moved from nowhere and sang loudly: "You are electricity, you are light, You are the only myth! I only love you, youaremysuper brother wolf!!"

"..."

He stood tall and yelled loudly, and the crowd around him were about to be molested by him. He was afraid that Ling Lang would also be molested by him, so he overwhelmed his loud voice with louder cheering sounds.

But in fact, Ling Lang on the track could no longer hear anything. The sound of wind, panting and heartbeat occupied all his auditory nerves.

He can only watch.

He saw Xu Tu standing tallest, dozens of colorful flags, many figures waving excitedly, and the most eye-catching silhouette like a ray of light, which was even taller than the contestants in front of him. far away.

By the way, Chi Yang still has half a sentence waiting for him at the finish line.

Sweat kept dripping from his forehead, stinging his eyes, as if the world had been split into two.

Ahead is a fuzzy but clear end.

The one chasing after him was not his relentless opponent, but two years ago, on that thunderstorm night——

On Ling Jin's desperate face, there was only hope for the future, and he held his brother's hand, as if grasping the last straw. The 16-year-old boy is passionate and reckless, thinking that he is the only one in the world who can save his sister from the fire.

When reckless kindness finally turned into irreparable harm, he began to be afraid of being asked for help, afraid of being expected, afraid of doing wrong things, afraid of being responsible...even if it is just a look of hope, it will remind him of his sister's last words... His expression, ruthlessly reminding him of the big mistake he once made, made him breathless.

But this time, despite carrying the expectations of dozens of people, he miraculously didn't feel heavy at all.

On the contrary, it seems that he has a pair of wings on his back, supporting his heavy body to fly in the sun.

But he couldn't take it anymore.

His temples were throbbing, and in his chaotic mind, the conversation between the two students from the other class before the game could be heard vaguely. One of them said solemnly, "If you can't do it, you can't do it, there is no way to save it."

No way is no way.

why not?

Who can't?

The finish line was so close that it could be clearly seen, Ling Lang opened his eyes wide which were blurred by some unknown liquid.

At the finish line, Chi Yang stood in the crowd of people waving flags and shouting, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water in his hand, and smiled quietly at him, that smile was similar to the past, but slightly different, especially those gray-green eyes There seems to be something written in it.

It was important, but he couldn't see it clearly.

His heart trembled, and an extremely urgent thought suddenly burst out——

He wanted to get closer to Chi Yang, a little closer.

Just under this continuous tremor, the pain in his right foot became numb again, he miraculously accelerated his speed, and rushed to the finish line amidst the crowd.

20 m.

10 m.

5 m.

The moment he came into Chi Yang's sight, Ling Lang's heart jumped into his throat, and something strange seemed to grow out of his chest.

He didn't have time to catch it, and tried his best to pursue the fleeting feeling, like a clumsy and stubborn young eagle.

He didn't even know that he caught up with No.3, surpassed No.2, and finally won the 1-meter runner-up with a slight gap of 3000 second.

It wasn't until his classmates surrounded him, hugged him and shook him violently, that he realized belatedly that he had reached the finish line, and the pair of eyes he wanted to see was right in front of him, separated by many people.

"My God, it's No.2! Brother Lang, you are so handsome!!"

"Who said that, it is clearly the first!"

"That's right, there's a sports student foreign aid on the court. Chi Yang didn't tell you because he was afraid of your psychological burden. Brother Lang, you don't even know how awesome you are!"

"My little heart is about to pop out."

"The wind is so strong, why does it feel like there is sand in my eyes..."

Beigao has two sports games a year. This is the first place Class 8 won after three consecutive sports games with zero medals.

Ling Lang just stood there, standing in the most repulsive noise he had ever seen, panting heavily, nodding slightly to the classmates who were hugging him around him, his face with sticky hair and blushing was more vivid than ever.

Seeing the surprised gazes from the students in other classes, everyone came to their senses belatedly——

help!My hands actually hugged the school bully? !

Squad leader He Bo held Ling Lang's shoulders, raised his head and said, "Brother Lang, as the squad leader, I have to say something, you are amazing in Class 8!"

Ling Lang opened his mouth and said "thank you", he really didn't know how to respond to so many praises.

Activities with a fighting nature can best stimulate the fighting spirit of young people. This is also the meaning of the existence of the sports meeting.

Especially after experiencing the counterattack of turning a corner, the hero embraced the honor and sent it to everyone in front of everyone.Some students with well-developed lacrimal glands even cried.

That is tough, cohesive, unfoolable youth.

Seeing this passionate scene, Lao Liu, who also guarded the whole course, let go of his sweaty palms, couldn't hold back, and broke his defense.

In order to hide his emotions, he stepped forward, cleared his throat, and said to Ling Lang who was surrounded in the middle: "It's rare, one day, you will be able to win glory for Class 8 once."

Ling Lang: "..."

classmates:"……"

Lao Liu touched his nose: "I mean, you're doing great today."

Lao Liu has always spoken poorly, but he can't say that he has any bad intentions. Everyone in class 8 knows this, so everyone forgives his indiscretion for the time being, and continues to blow rainbow farts to the heroes of class 8.

Ling Lang always thought that he had no feelings for Class 8, but the feeling of winning honor for the class this time was surprisingly good.

At the end of 3000 meters, the onlookers beside the runway gradually dispersed, and only the students of Class 8 were still immersed in joy.

Chi Yang always stood apart from the crowd, and reserved this moment completely for Ling Lang.

This is the time that belongs to the little wolf cub alone, and should not be disturbed by anyone, including him, although he really wants to go over and hug that sweaty head.

But Ling Lang pushed aside the crowd in the next second, and walked towards him on his own initiative.

Chi Yang handed the unscrewed mineral water to Ling Lang: "It's wonderful."

Ling Lang took the water.

He was still wondering if this bottle of water was for him. He really wanted to verify this, but he felt that he was too self-indulgent.

Chi Yang covered the top of Ling Lang's head with his hands, and looked at the sun that was almost directly overhead: "It's too hot here, let's go back to the stands first."

When walking towards the stands, Ling Lang was still followed by a large number of people, and there were many students from other classes above the stands looking in his direction. After all, the moment he hit No. There was another school grass by his side, who seemed to be shielding him from the sun.

Sure enough, the handsome guys really cherish each other.

After the running, the numbness of Ling Lang's wound also ended, and he could bear it with willpower when walking on flat ground, but he couldn't pretend at all when he went up the steps.

Seeing Ling Lang's limping movements, Chi Yang's eyesight became sharp for an instant: "Your foot is injured, why don't you stop?"

Ling Lang looked away inexplicably guilty: "I thought you would praise me for my perseverance."

Very good, the little wolf cub has learned to hold the bar, which is really rapid progress.

Chi Yang's lips curled into a brief arc, and a dangerous light flashed behind his glasses. In full view of everyone, he pushed Ling Lang to sit on the chair, and took off his shoes forcefully.

Ling Lang: "..."

The author says:

How could he have the heart to abuse a wolf cub? It doesn't exist, but it still hurts to be stepped on! !Anyway, I leave it to you, Lao Yang T^T