After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

The sports meeting is scheduled for mid-April, and the weather is fine and the sun is very strong.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the students of each class in the stands sat in their respective areas, listening to the impassioned speech of the principal on the rostrum.

For most students, the sports meeting is one of the few times when they can chat, talk, and have fun in an aboveboard manner, and everyone is very excited.

After the principal finished his speech, the opening ceremony of the sports meeting began.

The first is a series of performances. After the performances, the head teacher will lead the athletes of each class to circle the field for a circle.In addition, each class also has a fixed flag-bearer who stands at the forefront of the team and leads the way.

The flag-bearer of class two and three in high school was Fu Chenyan. Because he was tall, good-looking and good at studying, in short, he was excellent in all aspects, so he was in charge, and no one in the class objected.

The school song sounded, and Fu Chenyan stood on the runway, holding high the exclusive class flags of the second and third classes. He was wearing a blue and white school uniform, and walked with calm and powerful steps. He was tall, with long legs and straight arms, walking on the orange-red running track. It is a beautiful landscape.

He is good-looking, so wherever he passes by, people are cheering, discussing, discussing whether this little brother has a girlfriend.Fu Chenyan could hear this, but he didn't react. His expression was still stern, and he was not affected by such a loud voice at all.

He seems to always be so arrogant and arrogant.It seems that all the boasting and praise are wind blowing in his ears, passing by in a flash, leaving no trace in his heart.

The opening ceremony was over, the senior high school students reluctantly left the playground, and the sports meeting began.

The 3000-meter event was scheduled for the afternoon. Because there were few participants, there was no preliminaries, and the finals were run directly.

Although the sun in spring is not hot, it is very sunny.While sitting in the stands, he felt his whole body was scorching hot.

"Brother Bian, Brother Bian," Zhang Yueban patted him, "Eat biscuits."

Side glanced back, Strawberry Oreo.

"Don't eat it," he turned his head back, "it's too sweet."

"It's too sweet, then..." Zhang Yue pawed at his snack bag, "This is not sweet, brother Bian, here it is!"

A box of soda crackers.

Bian Cong took it, tore open the package and took a piece, "Thanks."

"No thank you."

"Here we come!" Suddenly someone shouted, "Song Zihao come on!!"

Everyone in the class suddenly shouted: "Come on, come on!!"

Bian Cong was stunned for a second, then followed everyone and shouted: "Come on, come on!"

Throughout the first half, he was like a ruthless refueling machine, as long as the people around shouted, he followed.

When someone came, he shouted.When people left, he ate biscuits one by one.Click, click, like a little mouse.

so boring.

Click click.

Halfway through eating, a hand stretched out beside him, holding a bottle of water.

"Why?" Bian Cong was a little confused, turning his head to look at him.

"Don't you want to drink?" Fu Chenyan looked at him.

"..."

Biancong stared at him, blinking twice.

what happened?This Fu Chenyan has been so courteous lately.

"What do you want?" Bian Cong wiped the biscuit crumbs from his mouth, and looked at him cautiously, "Did you take drugs?"

"..."

Fu Chenyan was speechless and took the water back.

baffling.Bian Cong took another biscuit, click...

Broken, a little choked, very dry, want to drink water.

He turned his head to look at Fu Chenyan, who was drinking water.

While watching helplessly, he swallowed silently.

Fu Chenyan couldn't help laughing, he knew that Bian Cong was looking at him, he slowly screwed on the bottle cap, and turned his head, "What are you doing?"

"I want to drink!"

The words were quite stiff, Fu Chenyan hooked the corners of his lips, and said deliberately: "I've given the medicine."

"..."

"Cut, cut, cut, stop drinking!" Bian Cong turned his head back.

Two seconds later, a bottle of water was handed over.

"Newly opened, neither drink nor medicine."

While taking it from the awkward place, he unscrewed it and took a sip, "Thank you."

Fu Chenyan hummed, and didn't speak any more.

He looked casually at the playground, and after a while, a box of biscuits suddenly appeared in his sight.

Fu Chenyan was stunned for a second, then went to look at the side.

Bian Cong raised his chin, his expression a little arrogant.

"Eat or not, I'll return your water."

Fu Chenyan smiled inaudibly and took a piece.

After he finished taking it, Bian Cong put the biscuits back, looked at him, and said suddenly: "Fu Chenyan, are you planning something big recently?"

"what?"

"Otherwise, why would you be courteous when you have nothing to do, and you are both receiving water and delivering water. You are probably trying to hold back a big trick to punish me."

Fu Chenyan smiled, and said lightly: "Can't it just be nice to you?"

Bian Cong doubted his ears a bit: "What the hell?"

"It's nothing."

"..."

"Neuropathy!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sports meeting will continue.

The time for the 3000-meter run is at three o'clock. At this moment, I am waiting in line at the inspection office for inspection.

There were not many people in line, and Fu Chenyan stood in front of him.He changed into sports shorts in the afternoon, revealing a section of his calf. He wore a dark long-sleeved jacket over his top, and a pair of black and white running shoes on his feet.Although it is simple to wear, it is inexplicably beautiful.

"It's your turn." A voice suddenly came from the front.

"Ah? Oh." Bian Cong hurriedly withdrew his gaze.

After the check-in, a group of people went to the waiting area to wait.

Bian Cong was holding the number plate and two pins in his hand. He wanted to pin it to the back, but he couldn't do it.

"Hey, classmate, can you hold me back?" Bian Cong asked a classmate next to him for help.

"Ah, yes." The classmate agreed, but before reaching out to take the thing, another student cut it off.

Fu Chenyan cut it off, took Bian Cong's name tag, and didn't forget to say thank you to that classmate just now.

"..."

While asking questions in my head, after thinking about it, I said in my heart, forget it, it's the same for everyone.

"Turn around."

Bian Cong turned around.

"pin."

Bian Cong turned his back to him, handed the needle over, and said worriedly: "Don't stab me on purpose."

"will not."

Fu Chenyan picked up a piece of his clothes and carefully passed the pin through. When doing this, his hand would inadvertently rub against the butterfly bone of the side servant.

Bian Cong could clearly feel that he moved his body uncomfortably, and urged, "Is it alright?"

"immediately."

"Hey, Fu Chenyan, are you doing something tricky for me with such ink stains," he said while turning his head to look back, "I'm telling you, don't try to harm me."

"Don't move."

Fu Chenyan fastened the last pin, and then gently pulled it down to make sure it was secure, then let it go, "Okay."

"You didn't scribble on it, write something to scold me."

"..."

"Eat more in the future." Fu Chenyan walked around him and walked in front of him.

"what?"

Fu Chenyan didn't answer, but gave him his name tag.

"what?"

"Help me get off."

"..."

I knew it!How could this bastard be so kind!

"Needle!"

Fu Chenyan handed it to him, Bian never reluctantly took it, and pinned it on him.

"Don't move around, or you won't be responsible if you stab yourself to death."

Hang up the name tag, and the game is about to start.They walked to the field and took their stand on the track.

Bian Cong was standing at the back. Before the game started, he was doing stretching exercises, stretched his arms, and moved his wrists and ankles.

At this time, he saw Fu Chenyan walking towards him, and started warming up after standing on the track next to him.

"..." Bian Cong wondered, "What are you doing?"

Fu Chenyan looked at him, "What are you doing?"

"Why are you standing here?"

Bian Cong saw Fu Chenyan blinked a few times, and then said: "I like to run in the outer circle."

"..."

3000 meters running the outer circle, awesome you.

A few minutes later, a shot was fired and the game began.

The distance of 3000 meters is very long, and it is a test of endurance, so in the first few laps, everyone did not exert any strength and ran at their own speed.

The same is true for Bian Cong. He is not fast but very rhythmic, and his ranking is probably in the middle.

Fu Chenyan was on the runway next to him, and he ran at his own pace, taking his time.

Halfway through the run, Bian Cong was a little tired, and his breathing gradually became heavier.In fact, he has never been good at running, and he only passed the running part of the physical examination in the high school entrance examination.And the reason why he ran three thousand this time was because he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Fu Chenyan.

When they ran to their own class, Bian Cong heard a large group of people in the stands cheering them on.

Especially the little fat man and Wuyou, who shouted extra hard.

"Brother Bian! Come on! Brother Bian! Come on!"

"..."

But don't shout, the oil is all gone.

Entering the last two and a half laps, everyone started to accelerate.Bian Cong's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his throat became more and more dry.

He turned his head to look at Fu Chenyan. The other party was still running at his own pace. His breathing was steady, and he didn't look very tired.

"..."

Can't be ashamed!

Gritting his teeth, he began to accelerate.As soon as he accelerated, Fu Chenyan also accelerated.

What's the situation?Just follow me, right?

Bian Cong gritted his teeth again, and picked up the speed again.Fu Chenyan followed again.

Bian Cong couldn't bear it anymore, and panted and scolded him: "You are crazy!"

"Don't talk," Fu Chenyan looked forward, "don't breathe through your mouth."

"You leave me alone!"

Bian Cong gasped for breath and ran out again.

After running another half lap, there was still one and a half laps away from the finish line, and I felt that my breathing became more and more urgent, and the sound of panting became heavier, my throat was so dry that it seemed to be smoking, and there was even a trace of blood.

He licked his parched lips, and when he was about to accelerate again, he felt a pain in his abdomen.

"Fuck!" Bian Cong cursed in a low voice, "Don't be so fucking unlucky."

The pain became more and more obvious. I slowed down and pressed my abdomen with my hands. The pain eased a little, but I could speed up again, and the pain came again.

There was only one lap left, and Fu Chenyan had already run far away, panting and looking up, he was no longer in sight.

The people behind are catching up one by one, and they are getting more and more tired. They feel like their legs are filled with lead, and every step takes a lot of effort.

The panting became heavier and heavier, his eyes became more and more blurred, and the surrounding voices could not be heard clearly. He staggered and felt that he was about to fall in a second.

At this moment, a big warm hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him up.

While looking up from Xuxu, it was Fu Chenyan.

His brows were furrowed, and there was sweat on his brow.

"Why are you back?" Bian Cong had no strength and spoke in a very low voice.

"What's going on?" Fu Chenyan slowed down.

"Probably out of breath."

"Can I still run?" Fu Chenyan asked.

Bian Cong nodded, "Yes."

"Then follow me well," Fu Chenyan grasped his hand tightly, "I'll accompany you."

While a question mark popped out of his head, he raised his head vigorously, looked at Fu Chenyan, and roared out with the sound of breathing and panting: "You are crazy, leave me alone, you run quickly."

Bian Cong wanted to break free from his hand, but Fu Chenyan didn't let go.

"Fu Chenyan, that's enough for you. Why are you getting nervous? It's enough for our class to have me as the bottom one. Come on, run quickly, and try to get a ranking for our class."

Fu Chenyan looked at him without saying a word.

"Hurry up, it's only half a circle, you run quickly."

Fu Chenyan raised his head to look at the finish line, then squeezed the hand of the servant below, and said in a low voice, "Wait for me."

After speaking, he rushed out like an arrow that left the string.

Bian Cong looked at the name tag fluttering in the wind behind him, with three big characters in square and square.

Fu Chenyan.

"It's pretty fast." Bian Cong smiled.

Fu Chenyan rushed forward with all his strength, and the wind in his ears mixed with the sound of cheering in the stands turned into the motivation for him to move forward and run.

Fu Chenyan's speed is getting faster and faster.

He surpassed No.4, No.3, No.2, and surpassed No.1 when he finally crossed the line.

"Fuck!! Number one!! Number one!!"

"Ahhhhhh!! Fu Chenyan!!"

The second and third classes of high school are already boiling, and everyone is shouting.

After crossing the finish line, Fu Chenyan breathed a sigh of relief. He ignored the blessings sent by his opponent, turned around and ran back to the arena.

Everyone was surprised and looked in the direction he was running.

I saw that Fu Chenyan passed through the middle of the playground and ran to the last student left on the field. Then, he slowed down and followed him slowly.

Bian Cong's consciousness was a little chaotic, and the surroundings were very noisy and lively.In a daze, he felt his eyes darken, and a cold mint fragrance rushed into his nostrils.

He looked up and saw a hand covering his head.

"Crazy," Bian Cong laughed in a low voice, "Why are you running back again?"

After being quiet for a while, Biancong heard him say three words.

"Come with you."

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