Good brother, your design is broken

Blood was already oozing from the little toe of Ling Lang's right foot, especially on the white socks.

Everyone around took a deep breath, fixed their eyes on the dazzling red, clenched their fists, and showed sullen expressions.

Only Ling Lang focused on Chi Yang's expression.

The corners of Chi Yang's lips were still slightly curled up, but now they are directly flattened into a line. In the direction that only he can see clearly, the brows are rarely frowned, and the gray-green eyes become rich and indescribably deep.

He finds it very novel, because he rarely sees such a complex expression on Chi Yang's always gentle and always breezy face.

Chi Yang held Ling Lang's ankle, and slowly took off Ling Lang's socks. When the cloth and the wound were peeled off, Ling Lang was so shocked that he came back to his senses, and his Adam's apple moved rapidly.

Chi Yang stroked his ankle with his thumb: "Does it hurt?"

"A little bit, I got used to it."

Chi Yang glanced at Ling Lang, with an expression of "So you still know it hurts": "I'll take you to the infirmary."

Ling Lang: "It's just worn out, no need."

Chi Yang: "You sit here, I'll bring you some medicine to disinfect."

"The iodine is here and the Band-Aid is here!" As soon as Chi Yang finished speaking, Xu Tu rushed up to the stands with a bag of medicine.

Doctors from the school infirmary are guarding the sports field all around, and all the commonly used medicines are well prepared, so I'm afraid that these bastards will get hot-blooded and make a little bump.

Ling Lang asked Xu Tu: "How much is it, I will transfer it to you."

Xu Tu waved his hand: "What are you doing, just treat me as a tribute to Brother Lang."

The squad leader said displeasedly: "Don't worry about eating alone at a time like this. Brother Lang's injuries for class 8 will of course be charged to the class fee."

Qin Ye just finished arranging the contestants for the next event. He heard the words and came over to propose: "Brother Lang, in order to protect the honor of our eighth class, was injured and still ran such a good result, why don't we use the class fee to buy some for Brother Lang?" Prizes!"

Xue Jie clapped her hands: "Good idea, let's follow the champion's standard."

Seeing that everyone started to agree, Ling Lang stopped immediately: "No need, it's not necessary."

"Why isn't it necessary?" He Bo pushed his glasses and said earnestly like an old cadre, "You can still keep running down when you are injured. This kind of perseverance and spirit is worth learning, and it is what our eighth class has acquired in the past two years The first sports meeting ranking is of great significance, and it is not too much to celebrate."

Ling Lang: "It's really unnecessary..."

Because he asked himself that he really didn't deserve too much praise.

Just like what the player from class 2 said, since he has this strength, why didn't he participate in the sports meeting earlier, so that the aggrieved class 8 can feel proud?

However, no one paid attention to him, and everyone was still discussing around him, what gift to buy for the champion in their hearts.

Maybe it happened that the sky was cloudless and the sun was unscrupulous. Ling Lang's face was a little hot, and his back was numb, like a long-lost embarrassment.

He looked at Chi Yang at a loss as he was unpacking the iodine cotton swabs, and the other party also looked up at him, and didn't intend to help him speak out.

Ye Lingling was careful, and saw that Ling Lang seemed a little embarrassed. She thought that boys are afraid of being seen as weak, so she organized everyone to go back to their seats first.

Chi Yang dipped a cotton swab in iodine: "Disinfection, it hurts."

Ling Lang let out an "oh".

When the cotton swab touched the wound, except for the initial stimulation, there was only an itching feeling, which penetrated into the bottom of his heart from the toes.

He thought again of the moment when he was about to reach the finish line, the fleeting strange feeling in his heart, but it was a pity that he couldn't grasp it until the end.

Ling Lang pursed his lips, and suddenly remembered that he had hands, and he was not a toddler who couldn't take care of himself.

He pressed Chi Yang's hand: "I'll do it myself."

Chi Yang didn't insist, handed him both the cotton swab and the potion, then stood up, folded his arms and looked into the distance.

Ling Lang then raised his head and looked at Chi Yang for a while: "Are you angry?"

Chi Yang lowered his head, facing Ling Lang's sweaty face, his slightly flushed cheeks after strenuous exercise were still as pale as usual, but his eyes were a little more cautious and tentative.

I didn't expect the little wolf cub to grow up so fast that he could even see human emotions.

Chi Yang stared at Ling Lang for a few seconds, caught his gaze, and asked in a deep voice, "Why do you have such thoughts?"

Ling Lang was stunned, and hurriedly said, "I guessed randomly."

Chi Yang: "I mean, why do you have the idea that I would praise you for your perseverance when I saw you running with an injury?"

Even greater embarrassment swept over, Ling Lang's cheeks were hot, he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "I heard that from other people."

In fact, he didn't know which muscle he didn't get right just now, but he actually forced Chi Yang to praise him, it's just too stupid.

"Other people?" Chi Yang sat down again, moved closer to Ling Lang's ear, and lowered his voice further, "Do you regard me as someone else?"

The hot air hit the base of the ears and the pit of the neck, Ling Lang moved his neck and decided to keep silent.

Because he found that in front of Chi Yang today, he said many mistakes, and today's Chi Yang is also a bit unreasonable.

When tearing off the Band-Aids to bandage his toes, Ling Lang lowered his head and couldn't help leaning his chest forward, trying to get as close to his thighs as possible, retracting into its shell like a snail.

Chi Yang watched the little wolf cub put on his socks and put on his shoes silently. After a long time, he just didn't answer the most critical question just now, and the seam of his lips was tighter than glue.

Chi Yang's temples twitched a few times.

Obviously he was the one who was asking Ling Lang a question, but at some point the dominance was secretly switched, causing him to be led away by Ling Lang, even if it was just a wink or a shallow breath from the other party.

This feeling is very unbearable, and my heart is itchy.

In the end, the atmosphere of silence was broken by Chi Yang: "Thirsty?"

Ling Lang wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, and said "um", just as he turned his head, his lower lip was pressed against the mouth of the plastic bottle, and the mouth of the bottle easily pried open his tightly pressed lips.

He froze for a moment, raised his neck in a mysterious way, and drank a small half bottle of water from Chi Yang's hand.

Hou Sijie, as Brother Lang's younger brother, was also unfortunately packed away by Ye Lingling. He looked around boredly, trying to find Xu Tu, but found that Lian Xuelu was sitting alone at the top of the stand, and she supported her with one hand. With his chin down, he was staring at the two tall figures sitting together not far below in a daze.

Hou Sijie walked to the top of the stands and sat beside her.

She had a bottle of mineral water by her hand, it was full, and the cap hadn't been opened yet, so she obviously didn't intend to drink it by herself.

Hou Sijie asked Lian Xuelu, "Why didn't you bring water to Brother Lang?"

Lian Xuelu raised his chin: "Someone brought water and fed it, didn't you see it with your long eyes?"

Hou Sijie: "I see, but sisters are different from brothers."

"The layout is too small." Lian Xuelu retracted his gaze and glanced at Hou Sijie, "Men will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword."

Unable to understand Lian Xuelu's mind, Hou Sijie scratched his head clumsily, sat quietly beside her for a while, finally mustered up the courage, and said tentatively: "Well, I have a javelin project later, your bottle of water Can you..."

Just at this time, a missing person announcement came from the radio: "Call Lian Xuelu, call Lian Xuelu, come to the radio station to read the manuscript!"

"Oops! It's time for me to change the radio station!"

Even Xuelu stood up and hurried to the radio station, leaving the mineral water where it was, but couldn't see Hou Sijie's dejected expression.

At eleven o'clock, all the competitions in the morning were completed, and the awards began.

"The next ones to be awarded are the men's 3000m medals in the second grade, No. 1, Ma Qingyu, Class 12, No. 2, Ling Lang, Class 8, and No. 3, Li Fang, Class 1. Please come as soon as possible rostrum."

"Hurry up, Brother Lang, it's your turn!"

Qin Ye was afraid that Ling Lang would be too absorbed in talking with Chi Yang, so he didn't hear the radio, so he ran to him to urge him.

Ling Lang wasn't in a hurry at first, but when Qin Ye urged him, he hurriedly stood up, took a step forward and realized that his foot was hurt, and it hurt deeply when he rubbed it against it.I cherish one tuan one exchange.

Chi Yang stretched out his hand: "Come here, help me."

Ling Lang gritted his teeth, tried to maintain a calm expression, and took Chi Yang's arm.

Ling Lang walked down the steps slowly while sticking to the other's thin unlined clothing, and suddenly realized that the arm muscles under Chi Yang's fabric seemed to be very hard, as if there was something unknown hidden, a kind of incongruity. sense of solidity.

He approached calmly, tried, and slowly hung more than half of his body weight on Chi Yang's forearm. The other party was still very stable, not even shaking at all, not even trembling, but his muscles were tense.

Ling Lang resumed the posture of half supporting Chi Yang, and said, "You are stronger than I imagined."

No wonder the little wolf cub suddenly took the initiative to post the stickers. It turned out that he was secretly testing his arm strength.

Chi Yang smiled, not in the slightest panic of being exposed by Ling Lang, he turned his head and said: "I don't need to try my best, what if I knock you down? You are a baby now."

The last two words have a slightly raised ending

Ling Lang was startled: "What... what baby?"

Chi Yang: "Baby from Class 8."

Ling Lang let out an "oh", nodded after a while.

The author says:

- what baby

-Chi Yang's big baby!