Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

"I want you to cheer for me alone."

When the young man said this, he had a serious expression on his face, and his eyes with different pupils stared motionlessly at the young man on the viewing platform, obviously wanting to get an affirmative answer from him.

Qiu Ren was taken aback by his words, and a few seconds later he showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"As a teacher, I don't want to be partial to a certain person."

"What about you personally?"

The boy continued to ask, with a stubborn look in his eyes.

"Not as Xiongying's teacher, but as yourself, can you cheer for me alone?"

The smile on the corner of his mouth paused slightly, looking at the stubbornness on the young man's face and the slight look of expectation in his eyes, Qiu Ren's eyes drooped slightly, his reason told him that this was wrong, but his heart was cheering uncontrollably, Under the urging of his heart, he finally agreed to the boy. The moment he nodded, he seemed to hear a weak sigh from his reason.

"I'm going to win this game."

The young man who received an affirmative answer seemed to have a slight aura of indifference around him, and there seemed to be a hint of joy mixed in his firm eyes.

"I'm going to be the best player in the room, so you just have to look at me, just me."

Qiu Ren froze for a moment, then looked at him dumbfounded, "Aren't you really confessing?"

Fortunately, the location of the two people is relatively remote, and there is some distance from the nearest auditorium, and the voice of the two people talking is not too loud. It happens that only the two of them can hear what each other said. The words said by the young man are really easy to make people If there is a misunderstanding, if other people hear it, tomorrow's news headlines will not just be about the content of the Hero Sports Festival.

"I didn't confess."

Compared to Qiu Ren's helplessness, the young man's expression seemed much more open. He seemed completely unaware of how wrong what he just said was. He was confused by Qiu Ren's question, but in the end he remained calm. He shook his head seriously.

"I'm just kidding."

After the young man casually dropped this answer, he added another sentence at the end in a serious manner.

"You said that I can act like a baby with you at any time in the future."

No, I didn't say that.

Qiuren really wanted to give the boy a cold look, but his heart rejected his idea, and suggested that he jump off the stage to give the boy a warm hug.

So Qiuren returned this indifferent look to his heart.

"I look forward to your performance."

After a quiet struggle with his own heart that no outsider knew, Qiu Ren defeated his own heart, stood on the stage and showed an encouraging smile to the young man.

"You wouldn't be so perfunctory before."

The young man stood under the stage, talking lightly to himself about his "perfunctory", he seemed dissatisfied with Qiuren's response to him, even though his voice was very small, Qiuren still heard it.

For the first time in his life, Qiu Ren was judged as "perfunctory". The boy's excellent grades and good looks made him very popular among the opposite sex of the same age. , and even the girls in other classes used positive adjectives such as "calm", "mature" and "reasonable" for the boy, but at the moment the boy behaved like a six or seven-year-old child who didn't get a satisfactory toy and was unhappy , not as "calm and mature" as the girls commented, but rather childish.

But for his "childish" behavior, Qiu Ren just couldn't stand by and watch, he couldn't control the words he blurted out.

"How do you think it's not perfunctory?"

"award."

The expression on his face was rare for boys and girls of this age, but when he opened his mouth, he looked like a six or seven-year-old child who asked his parents for something.

"If I win the game, I want a reward."

"What reward do you want?"

Qiuren suddenly thought of Jing Ye, his brother who was only one year younger than him. When he was young, he would often follow behind him and ask him for various toys, but since he entered elementary school, he has never heard of it. Played like a baby in front of him.

The young man's behavior at this moment reminded him of his childhood, Qiu Ren couldn't help but flashed a look of nostalgia, and even spoke in a more gentle tone.

Hong noticed the change in his expression, and his eyes froze for a moment.

"I do not know."

"?"

"I don't know what reward I want."

The young man's eyes drooped slightly, and his slender eyelashes concealed the emotions in his eyes. He stood quietly in the distance, motionless. At this moment, the young man really seemed a bit "calm and mature".

At this time, Shangming's voice calling him was heard not far away, as if Midnight was about to announce the specific content of the third event.

"I went first."

The boy didn't raise his head, turned around and walked towards the others after leaving these words.

"Frozen."

Qiu Ren in the stands called to stop him, the young man paused, but he still didn't turn his head.

"I will consider the matter of rewards, let's cheer for the game."

Qiu Ren paused for a while, looking at the boy's back, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "In my own name, I will only cheer for you."

The boy's back paused, and then he continued to walk in the direction of other students. Although the expression on his face did not change, the steps under his feet were obviously much lighter.

"You look in a good mood."

Iida stared at Toki who had returned to the team for a while, and commented solemnly.

"How can you tell from his face that he is in a good mood?"

Shangming glanced at the indifferent look on Hong's face that hadn't changed for thousands of years, and complained a little speechlessly.

"As the class monitor, it is natural to conduct a thorough observation and analysis of the speech and behavior of the students in the class. I can still see this change in the classmate. Of course, I can also see the general mood of the other students at the moment. For example, Shang Ming, you are feeling uneasy right now, but I don't know the specific reason, could it be because of the upcoming competition?"

Iida looked at him very seriously.

"No, I just suddenly found that you, Iida, are a bit scary, and your behavior is like a stalker, and it's a bit disgusting to be honest."

Shang Ming replied honestly.

The 800 million people on the side nodded in agreement.

Iida received [-] points of damage.

……

The third game is an individual competition. The players who have successfully advanced from the second game are divided into eight groups for individual-to-individual competition. By analogy, finally compete for the final champion of this sports festival.

When Qiuren returned to the teacher's stand, the cement division raised his eyes and looked at him, "It's a shame that you dared to confront that Andeva head-on."

Qiu Ren smiled, "There was no conflict. After I clarified the rules with Mr. Andewa, he left very considerately. He deserves to be the No.2 hero. He is really a sensible person."

Qiu Ren's tone was quite sincere, as if things were really as he said.

The cement manager looked indifferent, and he said that I believe you are the only ghost.

considerate?sensible?what is that?Is there a half-dime relationship with that Andeva?

"You seem to be quite concerned about Hong."

With his eyesight several times sharper than that of ordinary people, the sharpshooter could still clearly see the scene of Qiuren talking with Hong even though he was sitting in the teacher's viewing booth far away.

"As a teacher, it is inevitable that you will be attracted to outstanding students."

After hearing what the marksman said, Qiu Ren showed a look of embarrassment.

"Although I said that I can't be too biased against any student, but seeing Hong's performance so well, I still can't help but say a few more words to him."

He acted as if someone had suddenly exposed his true thoughts that had been hidden in his heart all along, with his head slightly lowered, his tone of voice was cramped and at the same time a little guilty.

Marksman didn't suspect anything, just thought that Qiuren was still too young and had little experience, so he couldn't restrain his emotions well for a while.

"However, his performance is indeed outstanding, and he should be considered the strongest in the same grade."

"However, Bao Hao's performance is also very good, and the final champion is likely to be produced from these two people."

The cement department on the side commented very pertinently. The two teachers analyzed the situation of the next game. Qiuren sat on the side and listened silently, but his eyes were fixed on the young man on the field who fell into a trap. meditation.

reward...

What should be rewarded...

……

After the match between Lvgu and Shinsao, the match between Toro and Sero was next. Akito looked at the young man on the field who exuded a chilling aura of keeping strangers away, and then took another look at the young man who had just returned. In the stands of the audience, Andeva stared indifferently at the game below. A trace of unknown emotion flashed through the black eyes under the lens, but soon he returned to normal and focused his attention on the game below.

Sero seemed to want to be the first to win the game. At the beginning of the game, he launched a large amount of tape from his arm to tie up the opponent, trying to use this move to throw him directly out of the field.

In the next second, the bound boy stepped on the ground with his right foot. With his right foot as the center, bursts of frost mixed with bitter breath froze the surrounding air. In this venue, this sudden and spectacular scene made the audience suddenly lose their voices.

Afterwards, I don't know who spoke first, "don't mind" rang out one after another in the auditorium, as if comforting Sero who was completely frozen and unable to move.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood."

Hong stepped forward and lifted his left hand to lift the ice for Sero, the expression on his face remained unchanged as usual.

Qiuren looked at the young man who won the game off the court but didn't look happy at all. His right half of his body was still covered with a thin layer of white frost, which seemed to be the aftereffect of overuse of ability.

He is sad.

Qiuren told him in his heart.

At the same time, his heart was clamoring for him to jump into the arena and give the boy a comforting hug.

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