When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling had no choice but to follow Yan Zekai and walk slowly towards the playground.

The warm sunlight shines on the lead gray concrete floor, as if the air is filled with sweat and the smell of camphor planted on both sides of the campus.

what.

He hates gym class the most.

Qian Ling narrowed her eyes, feeling her exposed skin itchy from the sun.

If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the studio to hide.

When he was in middle school, he hardly participated in formal outdoor classes, and spent most of his time in the studio, painting still life portraits.

The experience, while new, was anything but wonderful.

Qian Ling and Yan Zekai walked to the team of their class one after the other.

Two classes happen to bump into the same class.

Yan Zekai reported with a cold face, and the physical education teacher waved him away, as if he was used to his lateness.

Qianling took a sneak peek.

Yan Zekai was tall, so he stood in the last row of the team as a matter of course, taller than the second-to-last boy in the corner.

Coupled with the outstanding appearance and temperament, you can see it at a glance.

When Qianling quietly approached the team, she was stopped by the physical education teacher, "This classmate, are you from this class? Where are you running? You only come after class? Come out and make a penalty lap."

All eyes turned to follow his voice.

The atmosphere in the team seemed to be a lot hotter, and there were ups and downs in whispered discussions.

"Shouldn't the school belle be in the studio?"

"So it's true. I just heard Wang Xiaoming say that Qianling is coming, and I thought it was a random fabrication."

"Wooooow, Qianling's wife looks great in sportswear!"

Qianling stopped in his tracks, turned around and was a little at a loss, his cheeks blushed as he had never been late before.

"Excuse me, teacher, how many laps do I have to run?"

The physical education teacher was stunned after Qianling turned around. He originally thought that he was catching a student who was fishing in troubled waters, but he didn't expect it to be a well-behaved student.

He coughed, "For the sake of your first mistake, go back to the team."

"Thank you, teacher!"

Qian Ling hurried to the end of the line to avoid disturbing the progress of the class.

He stood in this position purely because he had never been to a physical education class, so naturally there was no place for him, so he could only pick the last vacant seat.

But Qian Ling's stature is not considered tall, and she looks even smaller against the backdrop of the boy next to her.

He sighed lightly.

"Student Qianling, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The one who was talking was standing next to him was the tallest boy in the class.

He has healthy, wheat-colored muscles and is wearing the same red and white basketball uniform. Unlike the boys who are developing, he looks like a very professional sports player.

Qian Ling shook his head and shook his head.

Then I heard a voice from far away, "Your class's physical education representative—is Song Yuanbai, right? Come up and do exercises."

Song Yuanbai was the boy standing next to Qianling, smiled at him, and then quickly ran to the front of the class, "All students, spread out one meter to the left and right."

The shade space is limited, and the two classes are crowded on the same school road.

After this dispersed, Qian Ling retreated and retreated, almost blending into the next class, until a hand supported his shoulder.

"What are you doing so close?"

Qian Ling raised her head and met Yan Zekai's gaze, who had a smile in his eyes, "You are so short, what team are you standing at the end of?"

"You're short!"

Qian Ling took a step back angrily, only feeling that the sun on her body seemed to be getting hotter.

Before the physical education class, there were some simple warm-up exercises. Qian Ling stumbled and did it, as if he hadn't discussed it with his limbs.

There was another short laugh from the side.

Yan Zekai, who was paddling for exercise, looked at him with a smile in his deep eyes.

Laugh, laugh, laugh!

Just know how to laugh!

Qian Ling gave him a hard look, "Why are you laughing!"

Yan Zekai lowered his head, but he didn't hide the curvature of his mouth. After a few seconds, he raised his head again and pointed to the classmates in front of him.

"I laugh at you for being too stupid. Everyone else has done chest expansion exercises."

Breast enlargement?

Qian Ling looked in the direction he pointed, and then realized that it was the next section.

He hurriedly imitated the classmates in front of him and adjusted his posture.

Suddenly his wrist was held by a strong hand and pulled back.

Yan Zekai didn't know when he was standing behind him.

"Stand up straight."

Qian Ling stood up straight obediently when he called her, and felt a little ashamed after realizing it, her ears were red and she was about to raise her head to refute.

But it happened to meet Yan Zekai's face.

The long and slender eyelashes covered half of those cold eyes, which somehow looked soft and...gentle?

He really had such an idea because his brain was sunburned!

Yan Zekai caught his distraction and rubbed it on his wrist, "If you're clumsy and don't concentrate well, what am I doing?"

"Who, who looked at you," Qian Ling looked away in a panic, and the villain complained first, "If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

Yan Zekai laughed, "Are you a primary school student? You're so childish."

Qianling: "..."

After finally getting through the warm-up exercise, the team started running around the playground.

Jog, three laps.

Qian Ling mixed in the team, and was able to keep up with the rhythm at first, but fell to the end after running.

Tired, hot and uncomfortable to breathe.

"Student Qianling, don't be discouraged," Song Yuanbai ran up energetically, and stood side by side with him. He was full of breath when talking, without panting at all, "I'll run with you."

"Thank you, you are such a nice person."

Qianling wiped the sweat that was running down her cheeks, and a figure jumped out from the left side of the runway.

Yan Zekai just clung to Qianling's side in such a leisurely manner, and glanced coldly at Song Yuanbai next to him.

Qian Ling couldn't help but said, "Are you falling behind too?"

"Falling behind?" Yan Zekai said, "This is my third lap."

"..."

This person is actually a full lap ahead of him, and he isn't tired at all? !

"If you can't run away, don't run away, so as not to have to be taken care of later."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his speed and left Qian Ling behind.

Qian Ling was rekindled to be competitive.

He said he couldn't run, but he insisted on running!

After all the students reached the finish line, they found water to drink.

And Qianling was still half a circle away, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, sticking to his snow-white skin, his lips, which were pink due to the heat, were half-opened, like ripe berries.

The boys standing at the finish line looked straight.

"Why are they all human? Some people can look so good-looking even when they are too tired to run?"

"I'm so sorry, I only brought a bottle of water!"

"Song Yuanbai is too good at running with the school belle. I didn't expect him to be so male-minded all the time, so jealous. Why didn't I think of it earlier?"

……

Qian Lingquan ran to the finish line with perseverance, propped up on her knees, and her legs were shaking.

He subconsciously went to Yan Zekai, but he was surrounded by classmates who came to deliver water, but he couldn't find the person he wanted.

Humph.

I also want to get to know him better.

At this moment, he saw Yan Zekai approaching from a distance, also holding a bottle of drink in his hand.

Qian Ling apologized to the surrounding classmates, squeezed out from the crowd, and stood in front of Yan Zekai, "Who said I can't run, I've already run."

Yan Zekai sized him up from head to toe, then glanced not far away, and said oh.

Qianling also followed his gaze.

Song Yuanbai was pulling up his clothes to wipe sweat, and a few solid pieces were piled on his abdomen.

"?"

So Yan Zekai also likes to watch this kind of stuff?

Qianling turned her head again, and found that Yan Zekai was staring at him for a moment, not letting go of every expression on his face, "Does it look good?"

"……Well enough?"

Yan Zekai sneered, and lifted the can with one hand.

There was only the sound of tingling, and the faint peach smell wafted out of the soda can with a coldness.

Only then did Qian Ling notice that the can of drink in his hand looked familiar.

Peach flavor.

He remembered, in the first memory, outside the auditorium, Yan Zekai stuffed it for him.

It's just that he sent it back last time, and he didn't try how it tasted.

Qian Ling pursed her lips, suddenly feeling thirsty.

Yan Zekai raised his hand, brought the drink closer, stopped when he was about to drink it, and stuffed the drink into Qian Ling's hand.

"Ok?"

Feeling a comfortable coldness in the palm of his hand, Qian Ling said: "You gave it to me? Then what do you drink? How about we drink it together?"

"..." Yan Zekai turned sideways and whispered, "I bought it for you."

"Thank you! You are such a nice person!"

Yan Zekai heard this somewhat familiar sentence, and said, "What's your relationship with that person?"

"Who?"

"The one who ran next to you just now."

"The sports committee member of our class is just an ordinary classmate relationship, otherwise what else would it matter?"

Yan Zekai's expression softened a little.

Qian Ling took a sip, the taste of the drink was very sweet, with a faint peach oolong flavor, it was better than enough ice.

His eyes brightened, and he passed the drink forward.

"Try it too, I didn't touch the top of the bottle, it's very clean."

taste?

Yan Zekai looked past the drink in his hand and landed on Qian Ling's lips.

Ruddy, shiny, indeed very clean.