The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

The first game in the afternoon is the men's 100m preliminaries.

So before one o'clock, the six groups of people neatly occupied one side of the stands.

As 01:30 approached, there were more and more people.

Lei Shuo pushed his glasses, looked at the people sitting around the circle, approached Yan Pu with some uncertainty, and asked, "Brother Yan, is it my illusion? There seem to be a lot of people watching the game this year."

"No," Yan Pu raised his chin, "Look at the first three rows, the school team coaches and players are here."

Yan Pu snorted coldly: "Brother Cheng was framed back then, and those people didn't know what kind of guy Gao Zhanpeng was. After getting along for two years now, anyone with a good brain can guess who was responsible for that incident Yes, they must have long wanted Brother Cheng to return to the school team."

Seeing the athletes entering the arena, Yan Pu immediately concentrated on raising his hands and didn't say anything more.

There are three preliminaries for the men's 100m in the third year of senior high school.

The groups are grouped in class order, so Cheng Daiyi and Gao Zhanpeng are not only in the same group, but also on adjacent tracks in the same group.

Gao Zhanpeng noticed the teammates and coaches sitting in the front row of the stands long before entering the field.

He hasn't achieved particularly good results in the past few years, and his relationship with the team members is getting worse and worse.

But in front of Cheng Daiyi, even if he pretends, he has to pretend to be in harmony with his teammates.

However, when he was about to greet his teammates, he found that none of them even looked at him.

He followed the line of sight of the group of people and saw Cheng Daiyi who was warming up beside him.

The eyes of teammates are, even the eyes of coaches are.

For a moment, Gao Zhanpeng seemed to be back in the first few months of high school.

Before high school, he considered himself a sprint genius, but after high school, he was overwhelmed by Cheng Daiyi everywhere.

Everyone's eyes and the applause that should belong to him were all taken away by Cheng Daiyi.

Gao Zhanpeng's face gradually became distorted. He looked at Cheng Daiyi viciously, but found that Cheng Daiyi, who had not been on the track for more than a year, was still the same as before. Can't see a trace of tension from him.

Gao Zhanpeng was originally full of confidence, but at this moment, the attitude of his teammates and coaches mixed with Cheng Daiyi's relaxed posture, rushing into his lungs and making a mess, as if he would explode in the next second.

He withdrew his gaze and stared at the red plastic track under his feet.

Gotta win... gotta win!

-

Cheng Daiyi is not as relaxed as it seems on the surface.

In the past two years, he has indeed been decadent and struggling, but he has never stopped self-training for a single day.

He believed in his own speed, but after a long absence of a year, he returned to the track.

Familiar and unfamiliar impulses are running wildly in my heart, no matter how strong my psychological quality is, it is impossible to be without tension.

He just knew that Gao Zhanpeng was looking at him, so he deliberately pretended to be relaxed.

Trying to adjust his breathing, he subconsciously searched for Shen Siyang in the stands.

The moment he found Shen Siyang, Shen Siyang suddenly "turned his head" and pointed the back of his head at him.

One could tell at a glance that it was not Shen Siyang's voluntary behavior, but a cheapskate with a jealous head on his head every day.

Cheng Daiyi was instantly laughed out of anger, and his nervousness was diluted by the cheapskate's astonishing stinginess.

He breathed a sigh of relief and moved his hands and feet, and caught Gao Zhanpeng's gaze again, this time he looked back directly and gave Gao Zhanpeng a provocative smile.

After the first two groups finished running, the referee's whistle sounded.

Cheng Daiyi withdrew his gaze and walked onto his own runway.

Gao Zhanpeng stood there and stared fiercely at Cheng Daiyi for a long time before walking to the runway next to Cheng Daiyi.

Gunshots sounded.

The two rushed out together like arrows leaving the string, with equal speeds.

The people in the auditorium subconsciously held their breath and stood up one by one.

Until the finish line fell, the quiet auditorium exploded like a wave of cheers of joy.

"I read that right! Brother Cheng must have crossed the line first!"

"Brother, you read that right!! Brother Cheng is number one! Brother Cheng is number one!"

"I'm cool! I'm so cool! Brother Cheng is awesome!!"

Everyone in the sixth class who recovered their strength instantly raised their sharp-eyed banners and shouted the slogan given by Yan Pu at noon in unison.

"Class [-] is the strongest! Class [-] is the best! Class [-] and [-] in high school, hey-what kind of rubbish is that?"

The voices that resounded through the sky were carried into the ears of Gao Zhanpeng, who was full of astonishment, one after another by the summer wind.

He bent over, put his hands on his knees, watched the sweat dripping on the steaming plastic track, unable to recover from the long-lost failure for a long time.

Until Cheng Daiyi's voice sounded.

"Gao Zhanpeng, even if you take illegal drugs and become mentally disturbed, you can't beat me even once."

Gao Zhanpeng raised his head suddenly, and saw Cheng Daiyi standing in front of him, looking down at him condescendingly, with a provocative smile on his face.

Watching Cheng Daiyi turn around and walk away, he was surrounded by a group of people who rushed forward happily.

Gao Zhanpeng's hands on his knees kept tightening, and the expression in his eyes gradually sank.

-

Shen Siyang didn't follow the next two projects, because the one thousand five he was going to participate in was the finishing project this afternoon.

He found an empty space near the playground, and chatted with Shen Muque while warming up.

Suddenly, a voice came from far and near: "Do you want a drink?"

Shen Siyang didn't need to distinguish the voice, just by looking at Shen Muque's expression, he could tell who was coming.

He glanced at Shen Muque with a smile, then turned to look at Cheng Daiyi who was approaching: "No, thank you."

Cheng Daiyi paused, and suddenly asked Shen Siyang: "Do you treat him like this?"

He thought that no matter what he sent in the past few days, Shen Siyang would flatly reject him, and added: "No matter what he does, you will reject him equally."

Shen Siyang shook his head bluntly: "No."

Cheng Daiyi clicked his tongue lightly, opened the drink in his hand and poured half a bottle by himself.

"I understand." He didn't say any more about this issue, and instead said, "Run [-] in the afternoon, so be careful. The person who participated in the fifth class has a close relationship with Gao Zhanpeng. They have no sportsmanship at all. It is likely to be a black hand."

Shen Siyang nodded: "Understood, thank you."

Cheng Daiyi looked at Shen Siyang, opened and closed his mouth, stopped talking several times, and finally waved his hands and turned away without saying anything.

However, when he was about to walk out of the open space, he stopped again, turned around and looked at Shen Siyang again: "I still want to ask unwillingly, is it because of the order of appearance?"

Shen Siyang looked at Cheng Daiyi and shook his head again.

The afternoon sun was particularly scorching, and he noticed Shen Muque's serious gaze on him from the corner of his eye, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Nevertheless, he still opened his mouth and responded seriously to Cheng Daiyi: "It doesn't matter the order of appearance. Even if there is no him now, my answer to you will still not change. Even if he does not appear now, but in ten years or even 20 years later , as long as he appears, my choice will still be him. He is different, only he is."

Cheng Daiyi scratched his hair and couldn't help sighing: "What a disgusting lucky kid."

But in the end, if you ask clearly, you can be considered completely dead.

He waved his hand again and turned to leave, this time without stopping.

Shen Siyang watched Cheng Daiyi's leaving back, and was about to look away, but was covered by a little ghost first.

He chuckled, "What's wrong?"

Shen Muque circled him, buried his head next to his face, and imitated Cheng Daiyi's complaint: "What a nasty brat."

The sight is blocked, and the sound is heard more clearly than usual.

Shen Siyang could even hear a little pride in Shen Muque's complaints.

If it's really a puppy, it's probably already wagging its tail.

Shen Siyang smiled and complied: "Yes, you are the most likable."

Shen Muque's cheeks were slightly red.

After a long while, I gently rubbed my face against Shen Siyang's soft cheeks, and corrected seriously: "It's only me, to please you."

A summer breeze whips through the clearing.

Shen Siyang covered his eyes with Shen Muque, and leaned back into Shen Muque's arms defenselessly, with a shallow smile on his lips.

Shen Muque circled Shen Siyang even tighter, raised his hand to caress Shen Siyang's hair that was blown by the wind, and said again: "One thousand five in the afternoon, you only need to concentrate on running your best results, other things that may affect you All external factors that affect you are left to me to solve."

Shen Siyang responded with a smile without thinking, "Okay."

-

The estimated start time for the [-] game is [-]:[-] pm.

Shen Siyang arrived at the inspection office half an hour earlier for inspection.

Unlike sprint events, [-] is a multi-person mixed race and there is no fixed track.

There are a total of 12 participants in each grade, which just fills the track.

The moment the gun rang, everyone ran out scrambling.

One lap of the school's playground is 400 meters, and one thousand and five is equivalent to three and a half laps.

Shen Siyang did not squeeze into the crowd in the first lap, and strictly followed the speed of his usual training, holding his breath and moving forward at a constant speed.

At the beginning of the second lap, he slowly crossed to the center line.

By the time the third lap started, he was already on par with No.3, only ten meters away from No.2.

In the stands, everyone in the third and sixth classes of high school couldn't help but get up.

"I think Student Shen should be able to compete with Student Shen." Yan Pu gripped the back of the seat in front of him, analyzing excitedly and earnestly, "The No. Mind, physical strength will definitely not be able to keep up in the second half of the lap."

"Stable two." Cheng Daiyi said, "Shen Siyang's breathing is still very steady. I have observed him a few times and he measured 2. His endurance is very good. If he can maintain his speed and make three laps, he can still breathe steadily." Control the breathing rate, No.[-] can't outrun him."

Yan Pu laughed out loud immediately, and put Cheng Daiyi on the shoulder: "Brother Cheng, you said this, I believe it, if Student Shen doesn't come in the top two, please have dinner tonight."

Cheng Daiyi responded heartily: "Please, please everyone."

A group of people from class six immediately cheered, and after cheering, they realized something was wrong, and quickly changed their words.

"You don't have to eat, but Shen must be in the top two!"

"Come on!"

As Yan Pu and Cheng Daiyi expected, at the end of the third lap, Shen Siyang had overtaken the original third place with an absolute advantage, and basically tied with the second place.

In the last half lap, Shen Siyang managed to overtake the second place and steadily opened up the distance.

A group of people in class six suddenly waved their hands and shouted desperately.

Amidst the shouts, Cheng Daiyi's brows gradually wrinkled.

"wrong."

Yan Pu looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

"The speed of that person in Class [-] is wrong." Cheng Daiyi stared at the person who ran first—a contestant from Class [-] and one of the school's team leader runners.

"He is slowing down. At this time in the past, he should have reached the finish line."

After hearing this, Yan Pu immediately stared at the person in class five with all his attention.

Seeing the distance between the man and Shen Siyang getting closer, he couldn't help but let out a "Damn it!" If you make a dirty trick, immediately press him to the ground and rub him."

Cheng Daiyi frowned and shook his head: "It's too late, and they are still racing, we can't go on the track."

"Then what to do!" Yan Pu scratched his head and scratched his head, "They obviously refused to give us the second place. The second is not the second. What if Shen is bumped into by him..."

"I'll go." Cheng Daiyi said with a sullen face, "You turn on the video on your phone. In case I don't arrive in time, at least we have preserved the evidence of his tricks."

After he finished speaking, he turned over and got off the stands.

Yan Pu quickly took out his mobile phone.

As soon as the zoomed-in lens was aimed at the person in Class [-] on the track, he realized that the person was no more than an arm's length away from Shen Siyang.

And the distance is still getting closer.

"Come on!" Yan Pu's head was swollen, and he couldn't help muttering like worshiping God, "Brother Gui, you are going to trip up that idiot in the morning, so you should trip this idiot too!"

As soon as the words were finished, I saw in the video that the man from Class Five was quietly stretching out his leg towards Shen Siyang.

However, the moment he lifted his leg, he suddenly fell forward, and fell on his face to the ground.

Yan Pu's eyes widened in disbelief.

After reacting, he grabbed Xie Yiwen who was beside him and shook violently, and exclaimed: "Fucking amazing! Brother Gui heard my call! Can I also go to Maoshan to apprentice hahaha!"

Xie Yiwen was dizzy from being shaken by him, he didn't kick him away for the first time, and happily responded: "Yes yes yes, I will sign up for you tomorrow and send you up the mountain."

At the same time, Shen Siyang successfully crossed the finish line and won the first place in the [-]th group of senior three.

A group of people from class six rushed down the stands like crazy, and rushed towards Shen Siyang while shaking their hands.

Yan Pu was the first to bear the brunt, shouting louder than anyone else: "Student Shen!! I love you!!"

Red-faced and running halfway, Cheng Daiyi suddenly stopped him by the collar.

He turned to look at Cheng Daiyi with a confused face: "What are you doing, Brother Cheng?"

Cheng Daiyi sincerely advised: "I advise you not to go, otherwise you won't be able to be called ghost brother in the future, and you may have to kneel down and call ghost master."

Yan Pu looked confused: "Huh?"

-

Shen Siyang did not stop after crossing the finish line, but slowed down until he reached a big tree at the end of the playground.

He smiled slowly, and threw himself into the arms of "Tree".

"Tree" hugged him, and a gentle and smiling voice sounded: "That's amazing, my No.1."

Shen Siyang's breathing stalled and he buried his head in Shen Muque's arms.

Next to his ears was Shen Muque's powerful heartbeat, mixed with his own unusual heartbeat after exercising.

He listened quietly, listening to the frequency of the two voices gradually approaching.

All sounds are silent.

Until Shen Muque said again: "Your classmate is here."

Shen Siyang did not let go of Shen Muque because of these words, but hugged Shen Muque tighter: "Let them come."

Shen Muque was stunned for two seconds, then, like Shen Siyang, he hugged her back even tighter, and smiled warmly.

The approaching cheers, the steaming plastic runway in the blurred vision, and the person who actually embraced the scent of jasmine tea in his arms.

Everything has woven the sense of belonging that Shen Siyang has hoped for countless times during the ten years of wandering.

He finally truly felt that he belonged to this small town, to this high school, to Class [-] and [-] of high school...

It belongs to Shenmu Que.