Sure enough, my feeling was correct.

Student D sat on the steps and asked me, "How is your high jump result?"

"second."

"Excellent!" Student D asked again, "Then what is the total score of our class now?"

"Currently the second overall score."

Student D thought for a while, then looked at me and smiled brightly. He told me excitedly, "Tomorrow is 4x100 meters. Our class is expected to be the first. Maybe we can get a group No.1 this year!"

"Ah."

Then classmate D stopped talking. I wanted to find something to talk about, but he and I seemed to have no other common topics to talk about besides studying. I thought maybe I could complain about a certain teacher with him, but would he think I was talking about it? Show off in disguise?

The atmosphere at that time was so good, I was so close to him for the first time, I could hear his breathing, although we didn't talk but I didn't feel embarrassed, I had to play with the paper cup in my hand, I divided the paper cup into five Divide it into equal parts, tear it along the wall of the cup to the bottom of the bottom circular cup, then fold it one by one, and fold each rectangular piece of paper into the shape of a petal.

Classmate D stretched out his head and leaned over, "Hey, this looks like a little white flower."

"Do you want it? I gave it to you." I stuffed the "white flower" with crooked petals into his hand. Student D took it and studied how it was folded. I watched him bow his head seriously, a few Fiddled with the paper cup in his hand, opened the folded part and put it back together again. Student D's eyelashes were very long and black, and when he blinked, it looked like a crow's feathers were shaking.

After studying how to fold it, he showed an expression of sudden realization, and then he was about to stuff the "flower" into my hand, and I turned sideways to avoid it.

I didn't want it, and there is absolutely no reason to take back what I gave away.

"Sent you off." I emphasized again.

Student D frowned and thought for a while, then said to me: "Do you want me to help you take out the trash?"

Ah, he's not that stupid.

"How come?" I said with a smile, "You are the first in the long-distance running, I will reward you with a flower. Although it is not red, you can dye it with red ink when you go home."

"No, I won't throw it away, you can throw the flowers you made."

Classmate D wanted to put the "white flower into my hand" desperately. I kept hiding, but I just refused to pick it up. The "white flower" fell to the ground several times. I admit that we are very naive now, but we are also really happy.

After falling on the ground for the last time, I picked up the "white flower". Classmate D thought that I had finally surrendered and decided to throw out the trash by myself, but in fact, when I was chatting with him later, I quietly stuffed the "white flower" into him school uniform hat.When I put my hand behind his back, he asked me suspiciously what I did.

I started to laugh, sorry but couldn't help it, because student D asked too seriously.

He is so cute.

I said, "Guess."

Student D started to take out his hat, and finally held a "white flower" in shock. I know that there is a limit to teasing cats. If I continue to play like this, I may piss off the other party, so I said: "I don't tease cats." You are gone, give me the flowers, I will throw them away later."

I stretched out my hand to him, but he glanced at the somewhat deformed white flower that was ravaged by us, and then at my palm, and didn't hand over the "white flower" to me. Classmate D stuffed the flower into his pocket, "Don't throw it away. , This flower is very interesting to make, I will study it at home and teach my sister how to do it.”

Later, after moving all the desks and chairs from the class base back to the classroom, I bought a few packs of Weilong for classmate D as an apology for teasing him.

I was really happy on the day of the sports meeting.

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