Chapter 41: i just stare at you
In the classroom of Class 1, Fu Songhua stood on the seat with vigor: "Okay, I have written down the registration, thank you for your support!"
He looked at the registration form and scratched his head worriedly: "I said you girls can apply for a few more projects?"
Last year, their class was the first in the total score, and it was very thrilling to overwhelm the 6th class. You know, the 6th class has a sports student.
This year, the focus should be on preventing 6 classes from counterattack, and trying to keep the first place!
The girl in the front seat gave him a white look: "The number of our girls has already exceeded last year, so what else?"
"That's right, you and the monitor won't lie down and win."
The 1st class has the double insurance of the monitor Qin Yuan and the sports committee Fu Songhua.
Immediately a boy called: "Our monitor is in charge of handsome, and the sports committee is in charge of show!"
"Hahahaha..."
Fu Songhua smugly said in a burst of laughter: "Bah, the squad leader is the flower of the high mountains, and I am a tiger in the forest, all handsome."
Kaolin Flower in the back seat brought his registration form, looked at it for a while, and knocked on the table: "There are several people's projects to be adjusted, and the time is conflicting."
Fu Songhua came over suspiciously: "Why? Who am I not going to participate in this kind of exhausting project? Besides, I must be the first."
Qin Yuan clicked on the next day's schedule: "It's a pity that your physical strength is wasted on this. If you add 800 meters to the sprint, you will get two second or third, which is more than a championship score. ."
Fu Songhua suddenly realized: "Oh, good!"
"And Feng Yuan, I suggest you don't go and sprint with the sportsman in class 6. You'd rather let him and keep your physical strength on the 400 meters." He looked up at a boy, "is it okay?".
The boy nodded vigorously: "Understood, the monitor listens to you!"
The squad leader usually speaks less, but at this important juncture, he is never ambiguous. No one is dissatisfied with the assignment and arrangement of the speaking group, and few people question it.
It seems to be from the karaoke club in high school, right?
Fu Songhua came over and watched Qin Yuan re-fill his name seriously, suddenly remembered something, picked up his phone and looked for someone.
"Bai Xiaosheng, I'll ask you to buy a piece of information, which classes can you gather about the main registrations for the Games, especially Class 6. Secretly give it to me, and I'll give you a big price!"
Soon, Bai Jing returned to WeChat: "I'm going to inquire now - 18 pieces of information for each class, OK?"
"OK! The registration form will be handed in at noon tomorrow. Send it to me before that. Don't be out of date."
Fu Songhua sent an emoji with a black question mark over: "Information about your class, hahaha?"
Bai Jing immediately replied with a proud expression: "Today you ignore it, tomorrow you can't afford to kneel!"
The more Fu Songhua thought about it, the more laughable he became. He turned to Qin Yuan and said, "Boss, I'm dying of laughter. The people in Class 9 said that we can't afford to kneel for a long time!"
The pen in Qin Yuan's hand suddenly stopped. He raised his head, and a pair of bright phoenix eyes flashed.
"Their class sports committee... Ruan Qingmu signed up this year?"
Fu Songhua scratched his head: "That's for sure, there is no one who can't be physically fit, even if he is a weak chicken, he has to act like he is."
Qin Yuan's eyes were a little strange.
"He's not a weak chicken." He lowered his eyes lightly, "He's not just pretending."
Whoever is weak will not be.
Whether it's the tall fingerprints on the white walls, or his explosiveness and flexibility when fighting.
…
In the classroom of Class 9, Ruan Qingmu crossed her feet, watched Tang Tiantian finish all the registrations, and reached out to take it.
He watched for a long time, and suddenly waved at Bai Jing: "Help me do something."
“Brother Ruan, speak!”
Ruan Qingmu's eyes narrowed slightly: "What sports are good in other classes, and what projects did you sign up for last year—"
His voice was lazy and light: "Especially the scoring items of Class 1 last year, they are all brought to me."
Bai Jing was taken aback for a moment: "Fuck, Fu Songhua from class 1 just asked me for this."
Ruan Qingmu stared at him, the corners of her mouth suddenly curled up: "Haha, so you're not really a fool."
Fang Li in front whispered: "Well, he is super responsible."
Tang Tiantian next to him looked at him blankly: "What, what's wrong?"
Ruan Qingmu didn't speak, her long pale fingers tapped quickly on the table, and suddenly reached out and clapped her palm.
The classmates in the classroom were all paying attention to him, and these applause quickly stopped the noise.
Ruan Qingmu's voice was unhurried: "Tomorrow at noon, the last deadline for the registration of the sports meeting, I may readjust the project. No, it will definitely be adjusted."
Huang Ya scratched her head: "Why? I can only shoot the shot put. You can't tell me to run 100 meters."
Ruan Qingmu asked: "Do you know Tian Ji's horse racing?"
"That must be known!"
"Do you know how to back away? And scrambling?"
The boy next to him was a little confused: "Fight, scramble? Is it just a run?"
Ruan Qing gave him a cool look at him: "It was the Spring and Autumn Period when King Cheng of Chu and the young master of Jin had a lot to do with each other. It is an allusion of Zhao Xiangzi and Wang Yuqi competing in driving skills. Whether it's a war or a game, if you really want to win, you have to pay attention to skill and strategy."
"Ah... What are you talking about, Brother Ruan!"
Ruan Qingmu looked at the wooden expressions of several boys, forget it, they didn't understand.
He looked at everyone: "Anyway, listen to me tomorrow, I really don't want to change, you can tell me."
Bai Jing and the others looked at each other, Fang Li first agreed: "Well, I'll do whatever."
Ruan Qingmu sighed: "I mean, everyone listens to me as much as possible."
The classmates are not easy to take, if he was in his previous life, would he still need to explain to his subordinates?
Suddenly, he thought of a person.
That person probably doesn’t need any explanation to understand what he means?
…
The last session of the next morning, gym class.
On the east side of the playground, Bai Jing held his mobile phone and looked at Ruan Qingmu hesitantly: "Then I sent it to him? Is there really no need to add some fake materials?"
Ruan Qingmu lay on the grass and lazily grabbed a blade of grass: "Do you want to lose Bai Xiaosheng's reputation?"
Bai Jing gritted his teeth: "Damn it, this time I would rather sacrifice reputation and kill them!"
"No, give it to him." Ruan Qingmu smiled, "You just need to add one sentence, saying that there is no error in the information, that's fine."
Bai Jing scratched his head: "Oh, good."
Ruan Qingmu rubbed the blade of grass in her hand, and a little emerald green stained his white fingertips: "By the way, let him know the registration status of our class last night."
Bai Jing's fingers trembled, and Huang Ya next to him became anxious: "Why?"
Ruan Qingmu squinted her eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, just do it."
Across the clear center line of the playground, Fu Songhua looked at the document he had just received, and happily paid 200 yuan: "Here, make it up, thank you!"
He ran to the side excitedly: "Monitor, the news has arrived! Huh?"
He hesitated to open another document newly sent by Baijing: "Class 9?"
He quickly replied: "What are you doing, you can't tell the news of your class?"
On the opposite side, Bai Jing replied with a smile: "Our sports committee said, this is a gift for you, no money."
Fu Songhua glanced at it, blurted out, and said "Fuck": "Damn, it must be fake, Fang Li ran 5000 meters?!"
Qin Yuan reached out and took his mobile phone, looked at the conversation between him and Bai Jing, clicked a few times, and deleted the received file.
"Ah, ah, monitor, that was bought with money!" Fu Songhua screamed, "What are you doing?"
Qin Yuan raised his head and looked at the boys in class 9 on the other side.
Under the big camphor tree over there, the boys from class 9 gathered around the familiar figure and were talking.
In the crowd, the boy's side face had a sloppy expression.
Qin Yuan slowly retracted his gaze: "You know now that it was sent to you by their Sports Committee, so do you believe it or not?"
Fu Songhua scratched his head angrily: "A lot, most of them are real, right? A small amount is adulterated?"
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, since you have doubts, and then arrange the lineup, you will be suspicious." Qin Yuan said lightly, "That's exactly what he planned."
Fu Songhua looked at him in shock: "What did you say, monitor? Just him? Still tricks?"
Qin Yuan lowered his eyebrows lightly: "Yes."
Fu Songhua clutched his chest in pain: "Boss, it really hurts my heart, that's 200 yuan!"
"I'll make up for you."
"Don't!" Fu Songhua immediately became arrogant, "I am a sportsman, happy to spend money."
His parents are both Kochi, and although the family is not very rich, they have never been well-off, and they have never been short of living expenses for this only son.
Besides, the boy in their dormitory shook his head with a tut tut: "What is the old man's plan? He spent two hundred yuan to buy a scrap, and Class 9 is so cool with the real information."
"Hahahaha, will Bai Xiaosheng be the biggest winner?"
Fu Songhua suddenly seemed to think of something, frowned, and glanced at Class 9 again.
…
A boy from class 9 ran over from the printing shop in the distance, holding a few sheets with still ink in his hand: "Brother Ruan, it's printed!"
Ruan Qingmu sat up, leaned on the trunk of the big tree, took the latest information collected by Bai Jing, read it silently and repeatedly, after watching it for a while, she began to write and draw again, after a while Sighed.
Bai Jing and the others didn't dare to let out the air. They looked at his messy labels and probed their brains.
"I think it's cool that Brother Ruan is serious."
"It's so sexy."
Ruan Qingmu raised her foot and gave Huang Ya, who was praising his **** ass, "You don't need to change your three items. Bai Jing, your 200 meters is 400 meters."
"Oh, why?"
"Anyway, you're running around blindly. The 400m looks like a lot of strong players. In fact, ordinary people don't dare to report. Go, if you get into sixth place, you'll get a share." Ruan Qingmu Holding the pen, he pondered for a while, and called to Fang Li, who was sitting silently in the distance, "Can you really run down 5,000 meters?"
Fang Li turned his head and whispered, "Yes."
"Okay." Ruan Qingmu nodded, changed her 5,000 meters to 1,500 meters, and began to think again.
In front, Fang Li suddenly stood up silently, and started to run slowly along the track.
He quickly put the net pocket in the hand of the person next to him: "Help me put it away, I'll come when I go!"
He spread his legs, ran to the runway, and caught up with Fang Li.
"Hey, let me ask you something!"
Fang Li paused, looked back at him, and ran forward again.
"Your class sports meeting, you want to report 5000 meters, is it fake?"
Fang Li ran forward silently, before saying, "Really."
Fu Songhua was in a hurry: "Why are they bullying people like this? If they tell you to run 5,000 meters, you will agree?"
Fang Li ignored him.
"I'll take you to find someone in your class, that Ruan Qingmu is crazy!" Fu Songhua reached out and grabbed him, but just touched Fang Li's arm, Fang Li dodged and hid. opened.
"You don't mind, I do it of my own accord."
Fu Songhua was stunned: "You are so weak, how can you escape? They forced you, don't be afraid, you tell me, I will help you get justice!"
Fang Li gasped, his delicate face flushed red: "I repeat, no one is forcing me."
Fu Songhua looked at him with a pair of thick eyebrows, and finally asked cautiously: "Are you angry with me? That night, I said that you were not in the flight lead classroom, and I said it casually. I didn't know you weren't there..."
Fang Li lowered his head and didn't look at him: "I'm not angry with you, and you didn't lie."
Fu Songhua stared at him blankly, suddenly a little upset.
Since that night, Fang Li has been avoiding him, even if he is rough, he still feels that something is wrong.
"Do you think I am a friend? If so, tell me where you were that night?"
Fang Li suddenly stopped: "What do you mean?"
Fu Songhua scratched his head a little anxiously: "Even if you are in an Internet cafe or dating a girl, as long as you say it, I will believe you!"
Fang Li stared at him in a daze, his eyes slightly red: "What if I don't say it? Or, that night... I just did something that I couldn't say?"
Fu Songhua looked at him blankly: "Can, can there be something that can't be said?"
Fang Li suddenly threw off his hand and rushed forward.
In the distance, Ruan Qingmu raised her head inadvertently. He watched Fang Likuang rush back on the runway, and when he was approaching, he increased his speed and quickly bypassed the crowd.
No one noticed him, but Ruan Qingmu's eyes were very good, but she saw a touch of red in his eyes.
He quickly ticked the last few items in his hand and handed it to Bai Jing: "Help me ask the person who has changed it, if you have no opinion, just give it to Lao Jian for me."
Bai Jing happily agreed: "Okay, Brother Ruan, don't worry!"
Ruan Qingmu jumped up, went up to meet him, stretched out his hand and dragged Fang Li aside.
Avoiding his classmates, he stared at Fang Li's eyes: "What happened? That stupid big Fu Songhua bullied you?"
Fang Li rubbed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No. Run fast...the eyes are gray."
Ruan Qingmu looked at him thoughtfully: "Then tell me the truth, why did you run 5000 meters?"
Fang Li lowered his head and said nothing.
"If you don't say it, I'll cancel it for you." Ruan Qingmu's tone suddenly became cold, "I don't want to see you run away on the field for some strange reason. superior."
Fang Li raised his head sharply and looked at him fixedly: "I just want to run, can't I?"
He panted violently: "Why do you all... think I'm being forced? I can run, I want to run, you can all go, why can't I?!"
Ruan Qingmu looked at him quietly, and finally nodded: "If you really want to run, it's fine. When the time comes, I will cheer you on."
… Ruan Qingmu returned to lie under the tree, and involuntarily, her eyes drifted to one side.
I don't know why, suddenly, in the crowd of Class 1 over there, Qin Yuan turned his head and looked towards this side.
Ruan Qingmu squinted her eyes, grabbed the phone, and raised it towards the other side.
Seeing that Qin Yuan also took out his mobile phone silently, he thoughtlessly sent a sentence to Qin Yuan's WeChat: "What do you think about retreating and scrambling?"
In the distant crowd, Qin Yuan began to turn around and avoid typing.
In less than ten seconds, I received a reply quickly.
"Young Master Chong'er and Wang Yuqi? What are you doing, are you going to line up for the Games?"
Ruan Qingmu looked at the line of words, the sly smile on the corner of her mouth grew bigger and bigger. Sure enough, he understood.
"Yeah, tell that idiot in your class to be careful." He typed a message.
"I'm the monitor. Are you here to remind me?"
Ruan Qingmu held her cheeks lazily: "You say yes. Indeed, I don't care about him, it's you who I want to guard against."
This time, Qin Yuan did not reply so quickly, he hesitated for a long time and asked, "...What did you report?"
"What are you doing, staring at me again?"
Qin Yuan stared at the phone, typing slowly this time: "Well. Just staring at you."
Ruan Qingmu was very happy and replied with a smile: "each other, I'm also staring at you."
In the crowd of class 1, Fu Songhua looked at Qin Yuan suspiciously: "Hello, hello?"