Dressed as a villain's brother

Because it is the last day of the sports meeting, the atmosphere on the playground is far less lively than the first day.

When He Jin arrived, the white waves of clouds were finally blown away by the autumn wind, and the gaps were opened, revealing a dazzling golden light.

The autumn wind rolled up the fallen leaves, which were quickly covered in the shadow of the trees that suddenly appeared.

The games that were divided into small sections on the playground were still hot, and with the bang of the starting gun, even if you were just watching from the sidelines, you couldn't help the adrenaline soaring and goosebumps all over your body.

He Jin looked around, the athletes were actively warming up and running around, but the audience pulled up their parasols in time.

On the playground, there are small flowers holding umbrella ribs, like mushrooms in the grass.

He Jin arrived early, half an hour before the 4x400 in the morning.

Just as He Jin walked to the edge of the playground, he glanced at the boys in the sandpit who were standing for the triple jump.

The autumn wind wrinkled the grass and trees, lifted the skirts of the flying and jumping people, whispering the youthful and frivolous spirit.

The boy's core strength was well controlled, and after a brief stay in the air, he suddenly charged up and made a long jump, and there was a burst of applause and exclamation from around.

He Jin looked at it for a while, and without rushing to warm up, found a shade under a tree and sat down.

He originally thought that he would never have the opportunity to participate in the school sports meeting again in this life, but he didn't expect that he could stay in the vigorous youth for a few more years if he accidentally wore a book.

The laurel branches above the head are fragrant and drift in the wind.

A piece of A3 paper suddenly rolled up and fell in front of He Jin.

He Jin picked it up subconsciously, glanced at the words on the paper, and looked in the direction of the float.

A boy with a crew-shaven head hurried over holding a pen in a panic. His complexion was honey-colored, he was wearing a gray sweater, and his thick eyebrows looked heroic and sunny.

"Sorry." The boy walked up to He Jin, "This is mine, it was blown over by the wind."

He Jin handed it back to him, and seeing that he looked familiar, she added, "You also engage in math competitions?"

The boy was taken aback and nodded.

He Jin frowned, looked at the flimsy paper and said, "I have also done the thing of typing math drafts with pencils on chemistry papers."

The boy's eyes lit up, "You too?"

He sat down, "I just finished my run, and I was waiting for my classmates. I was bored and wanted to write two questions. I found that I didn't bring a draft book, so I took a paper and drafted it."

"My name is Peng Liang, and I'm a freshman in high school." He said, "The math competition almost broke me, and I wanted to give up. I couldn't listen to the class during this time."

He Jin crossed her legs, propped her head on one hand, and squinted her eyes, "Actually, I haven't passed the exam, but I know a lot... May I tell you?"

Xiao Mingce found He Jin by making a phone call. He found the stone steps next to the playground and saw He Jin who was about to get up from the shade of the trees.

He Jin supported the tree trunk and stood up, lowered his head and said to Peng Liang, "Remember not to skip example questions, and the algebra will start to adjust violent operations... You are only a freshman, it doesn't matter if you don't do well in the league, you can continue to take the exam in the second and third years, don't Anxiety, state of mind is very important."

He Jin felt that at least he had entered the provincial team and passed the national second exam, and the knowledge system in this world is similar, so he said a few more words.

He almost gave up at the beginning, and he has a deep understanding of this.

The teacher only talks about skills in class, and the experience and encouragement of others are actually very important.

Peng Liang looked excited and grateful, and after waving goodbye, he threw himself into the math competition again like chicken blood.

He Jin trotted to Xiao Mingce's side, "Why did you come so early? Aren't you also 4x400?"

He was the one who brought it together.

Xiao Mingce pointed to Liang Hong who was sitting under an umbrella not far away, "He has a 100-meter sprint, so I came over earlier to chat with him to relieve boredom. Fortunately, I came earlier. He suddenly had a stomachache and couldn't run, so I just substitute."

"Let's go, we have to run 400 in a while." Xiao Mingce walked in front and said, he paused for two seconds, then suddenly looked back at He Jin, frowned unhappily, "Du Gaoyi and those two days in the office I just heard rumors here, so don’t worry about it... about your brother, it’s not your fault, just deal with the rebellious kid later.”

He Jin froze for a moment, then quickly lowered his eyes again.

"He Jin?"

"Huh?" He Jin quickly took two steps forward, "...what did they say about me?"

Xiao Mingce didn't say anything, but He Jin soon knew the answer.

Men's 4x400 class three, besides the two of them, also had Li Chang who ran the first bat, and Kong Wenhao who ran the last bat.

He Jin took the third shot.

When he finished warming up and walked to the start of the track, He Jin saw Zhou Zhou and Du Gaoyi sitting aside talking.

He remembered that the two of them signed up for a sprint run and a long-distance run, probably not long after the run.

Zhou Zhou noticed his gaze, snorted inexplicably, and sighed at Du Gaoyi, "There are everyone in our class."

"I heard that he is not good at sports, why come to drag our class back..."

He didn't speak loudly, and He Jin couldn't hear him clearly, but he could tell from his tone that it wasn't a good thing.

As soon as the starting gun was fired, a new round of fighting began on the track. The whole audience was soon infected by the tense atmosphere when the baton was handed over, and the sound wave reached a peak for a while.

The first two bats of the third class were quite satisfactory, and Xiao Mingce passed the next class in the last 50-meter sprint. At this time, two classes had already passed the second bat and rushed out.

He Jin was ready to fight, and as soon as he received the stick with his backhand, he raised his legs and sprinted.

His stamina and speed can only be considered above average. Whether the 400 meters is long or short, he has to take advantage of the fact that everyone has not started sprinting, and shorten the distance between the top two by using large strides and high stride frequency.

He did.

The people around held their breath for a moment.

Peng Liang, who had stopped writing early and led his classmates to watch, opened his eyes wide, and couldn't help but tugged at the cuffs of the boy next to him, "He's so good!"

The boy clapped his hands away, looked at the black figure on the runway, and gave a faint "hmm".

He Jin's control of the center of gravity was good, and he couldn't increase his speed when cornering, but he didn't slow down, and soon he was parallel to the second.

Kong Wenhao, who took the last shot, was waiting at the starting point, sweat on his scorched forehead and palms.

He Jin quickly approached him, still feeling nervous in his heart, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he handed over the baton.

However, as soon as the breath came out of his throat, he stopped in place.

Kong Wenhao's arm muscles were tense. I don't know if it was because of being too nervous. He missed the baton twice when he took over the baton.

Two seconds had passed, and the people behind had already caught up.

He Jin hastily raised his wrist, from the downward pressure to the upward thrust, matching the angle of his force.

Kong Wenhao finally took the baton, but there was already a person beside him, and his psychological pressure suddenly doubled.

Not long after, class seven reached the finish line first, and the onlookers cheered.

Kong Wenhao only finished fifth because of his panic.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As soon as the finish line was reached, Kong Wenhao bowed his head and apologized to He Jin and the others with a pale face, "I was too nervous at the time, I..."

"What apologies!" Zhou Zhou came over with a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him, glanced at He Jin, and said in a bad tone, "I saw it with my own eyes just now, his hand is so low, you are not normal enough, it's not you wrong."

"No, no..." Kong Wenhao waved his hands repeatedly.

Du Gaoyi also walked over two steps slowly, putting his arm on Kong Wenhao's shoulder, "Don't be too kind, Wen Hao, he made it clear that he deliberately didn't let you continue the stick. You usually get close to us, so he probably didn't like you a long time ago. gone."

"It's not that you guys are talking nonsense here, who would do such a thing that affects the honor of the class, can you stop talking nonsense?" Xiao Mingce stepped forward and said.

"Who would do that?" Du Gaoyi glanced at He Jin, "My brother is a street bastard who does all kinds of evil. It's not that the family doesn't enter the house. How can a brother be a good person?"

Kong Wenhao paused when he wanted to explain, and choked back in his throat.

"It's also possible to find fault." He Jin tilted his head and looked at Du Gaoyi, "I ran too fast and made you jealous?"

Du Gaoyi raised his eyebrows, "You run fast? I just ran 1500 and won a silver medal. Am I jealous of you?"

"That means the eyeball is missing." He Jin slanted his eyes, "Otherwise, why wouldn't you be able to see it? Most of the other classes also pass the bat by pressing down, so it's not easy to drop the bat. It's understandable for the hand to catch the bat. Isn't it a bit unreasonable to blame the stick?"

"Didn't we discuss how to pass it on?" He looked at Kong Wenhao.

Kong Wenhao finally looked up at him, "...Yes, I was too nervous, so don't blame him."

Du Gaoyi's expression was not very good for a moment.

Zhou Zhou also teased Kong Wenhao from behind, and said in a low voice, "We will help you talk, otherwise you will be scolded to death because of your mistake, you really don't know good people..."

Du Gaoyi paused for two seconds before saying, "I don't know how to pass the stick, so I'll just take it as what you said."

"What do you mean!" Xiao Mingce glared at him.

How to say it seems that they are presumptuous.

Du Gaoyi ignored him, and said: "I heard that you are poor in sports. It's not easy to run like this. It's better not to run in the future. You should study more."

"I'm poor in sports?" He Jin smiled strangely, "I don't like saying that I'm poor before I try my best. Do you want to compare?"

Du Gaoyi's face froze.

Zhou Zhou raised his chin, "Brother Du praised you for letting you go down the steps, what do you mean?"

Du Gaoyi coughed twice, then raised his lips as if thinking of something, "Just compare, we just happen to be going to the basketball court 22 later, take the two of you together, just 3v3, okay?"

He Jin twirled her fingertips, "Okay."

Xiao Mingce frowned, "It's fine if it's nothing."

He turned his head to look at He Jin, and said quickly in a low voice, "Don't try to be brave. I haven't seen you fight before... They often play in the field, and I don't dare to fight them, you..."

He Jin patted him on the back, turned to Du Gaoyi and said, "If you're going to lose, don't talk about my brother anymore, that's my family business, and it's not anyone else's turn to talk about it."

Du Gaoyi sneered, "Okay. If you lose, I won't bully you, just do a hundred push-ups in front of me."

After the conditions were set, Du Gaoyi poked Kong Wenhao, "You go to their team, and Lao Li will keep my team."

Kong Wenhao stroked the palm of his hand with his thumb, and the palm was still sweaty and sticky.

He lowered his head, "I'm not feeling well, I don't want to fight, Brother Du."

Du Gaoyi glanced at him, and smiled at He Jin, "Then what should we do? Today is Saturday, there are not many people here, and all the boys in our class are here. Liang Hong, I know he won't fight."

He glanced at the girls on the edge of the playground, "Why don't you ask them?"

Zhou Zhou laughed mockingly.

"Forget it, you can find another one yourself." Du Gaoyi scratched his neck and beckoned again, "I'll rest for a while, see you on the basketball court in 10 minutes."

He Jin turned around.

Xiao Mingce got angry anxiously, "I'm not going to lie to you, last time I fought with him, he kicked my back and hurt me for two days, his attack is vicious, even if you can hit you, you can't defend against their hands!"

"That's quite exciting." He Jin turned her head to comfort him, "Hurry up and find someone, this time you can help you go back."

Du Gaoyi was right.

There are no boys from class three in the playground right now.

He Jin met people from the liberal arts class that the original owner had been in, but he was afraid of revealing his secrets, so he skipped them all.

He Jin looked around, then walked under the laurel tree where he had been before.

After seeing Peng Liang, He Jin briefly explained his reason for coming.

Peng Liang closed the pen cap, a little embarrassed, "Senior, it's almost eleven o'clock, I promise my mother to go back to eat early."

Peng Liang's voice was rough but sincere, "How about this, I'll let my classmate hit it, he just went to get water."

He added: "He has good basketball skills and is easy to get along with. He will definitely agree to such a small matter!"

"Oh, he's back!" Peng Liang's eyes lit up, and he looked behind He Jin.

As footsteps approached behind him, He Jin suddenly had a very strange and subtle premonition, which made him dare not turn his head.

But when he heard the familiar cold voice of the other party, he had to turn around again.

"What's wrong?" Fu Rongjie asked with a bottle of water between his fingers.

He Jin tilted his head to look at Peng Liang's ruddy face, and finally remembered where he had seen this face before.

He said, why do we always meet people who engage in math competitions.