Chapter 43: gentle boys
Qin Yuan turned his head and looked at the sprint field in the distance.
The crowd was crowded, and the liveliness over there was vaguely heard, and it seemed that there were still people cheering.
He grabbed his mobile phone and looked at the QQ group of his class. Sure enough, there were already cheerleaders on the front line broadcasting live.
"Come out, come out, Zhou Huayu from our class has entered the finals!"
"The physical education teacher's grades are temporarily not allowed to be checked, but I heard that the beast in class 6 is the first."
"That's for sure, sports students, they do professional training."
Qin Yuan stared at the QQ group, and suddenly typed a line: "Who knows how Ruan Qingmu's grades in class 9 are?"
The group was silent for a while: "I don't know, he and Zhou Huayu from our class are not in the same preliminaries. But does the boss want to know? Let's go and find out!"
After a while, someone suddenly posted a line of words in surprise: "He really made it, I don't know the specific results, but... What the hell, is it the first place in their group?"
The group of Class 1 was silent for a while, and Fu Songhua's avatar jumped out: "Hahahaha how weak are their group?"
"Yes, good luck drawing lots, is this?"
Qin Yuan looked at it indifferently, and hit a line: "Entering the final is based on individual performance, not the first place in each group."
The class group got stuck, and Fu Songhua sent a confused expression: "Forget it, let him go, I have to go long jump, if you don't have a project, welcome to come and see! 88 ”
Beside the bunker over the long jump, the physical education teacher is greeting: "Come on, a few groups made it to the finals, come to me to report and sign by the way, I will call. Guo Yuanfan, number 2204?"
"Here!"
“2101 Fu Songhua?”
The physical education teacher drew a tick with a pen and then called: "2911, Fang Li?"
Behind the crowd, a faint voice sounded: "Here."
Fu Songhua was shocked, turned back suddenly, and looked at Fang Li who was showing his head behind the crowd: "Who??"
Fang Li was wearing a light blue sports vest and shorts, and his arms and thighs, which were usually tightly wrapped, were exposed for the first time, with slender and smooth lines and straight legs.
He pursed his lips and looked at his feet with a pair of amber eyes, not daring to look at the boys around him.
He didn't look at Fu Songhua either, and walked quickly to the PE teacher.
Fu Songhua, monk Zhang Er, couldn't figure it out, he stepped forward a few steps and stood beside him, his voice changed: "You, why are you here?"
Fang Li finally raised his head: "Yeah, I signed up for the long jump, I just entered the final in another group, what's wrong?"
Fu Songhua stared at him blankly, and was about to speak when the referee clapped his hands: "Okay, gather, let's start the game, each person has three chances, record the best result, and take the top six , is it alright?"
"No problem!" A dozen boys shouted vigorously, all doing stretching and preparations on the side.
"Okay, the first player is ready, 2204 is taking off for the first time, and 2101 is ready."
Fu Songhua couldn't care less about Fang Li, hurried to the jumping area, and looked around nervously.
"Come on!" Several boys and girls from Class 1 waved at him, their voices so loud, making him even more irritable.
Damn, why are the people in class 9 so bad, they just let the people in their own class be so self-sufficient, and no one comes to watch Fang Li's game?
"Liu, have you seen their class 9?" He whispered to the boy who was following him.
That boy was the one he sent out to inquire about the news: "I was about to tell you, the sports committee! I looked around, and their class was really weird, like a mass of scattered sand!"
The boy was beaming: "No one cheers for any project. It's pitiful, so I just run my own. After the run, it's fine if someone can give me saliva!"
"Grass! So miserable?" Fu Songhua scolded casually, it seemed that it was not discriminatory treatment, it was all virtue.
That kid Ruan Qingmu is really unreliable!
From the front came his call, he stood by the sandpit, looked up, and saw Fang Li staring at him without blinking.
Fu Songhua grinned, smiled at Fang Li, and took a deep breath.
Spread your legs slightly, bend your knees slightly, swing your arms vigorously, push your feet on the ground quickly with the soles of your feet, and take off!
The fine sand was flying, bringing up a yellow sand mist. His vigorous body drew a beautiful diagonal line in the air and landed steadily.
The referee quickly measured the result and smiled: "Yes, the first one to pass 3 meters today, 3.02 meters!"
"Oh oh oh, the old man is awesome, class 1 is awesome!" The cheerleading team in their class immediately howled, and some girls waved small flags.
Turn her head again, the thin figure has already stood on the edge of the preparation area of the bunker.
Not many people looked at him. The class 1 classmates around Fu Songhua were still surrounded, very lively, and some people diligently peeled the chocolate packaging and handed it to Fu Songhua: "Old Fu, make up quickly!"
Following the teacher's order, Fang Li suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and jumped up in the breeze.
Then fell lightly, picking up a burst of dust. …
The referee bent down and measured it, and a surprised voice came from the bunker: "Oh, this classmate is not bad, this height jumps so far? 2.92 meters!"
Fu Songhua was holding a piece of chocolate and stuffing it into his mouth, almost choking.
Standing long jump requires the coordination of lower limbs and hip muscles, and coordination with upper limbs, and dexterity must not be less. Fang Li must be less than 175 in height, this take-off and landing distance?
Only ten centimeters less than him, he is very good at sports, right?
I don't think Fang Li is so muscular and flexible? !
The students who were watching the battle finally reacted, and someone whispered: "Isn't this Fang Li from Class 9, the one who is usually very cowardly?"
A girl answered in a low voice: "How dare you, why didn't you find him so handsome before. He looks so good in the air!"
"Hey, don't you think? He dances very easily, and he doesn't grit his teeth like others."
"That's right!" The girls in another class laughed, "I just took a picture, you wait for me to send a comparison picture to the grade group."
Usually, the school prohibits the use of mobile phones in public, and when it is a few times during the sports meeting, almost every student has a mobile phone, taking pictures and chatting openly.
Fu Songhua pricked up his ears to listen, quickly took his mobile phone, glanced at the grade group quickly, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This beauty, you have a grudge against me, don't you?"
Impressive and beautiful.
The one below is his comparison, it's more **** eye-catching.
At the moment when he took off, the muscles on his handsome face were twisted and ferocious, and his white teeth were bared, as if he wanted to eat people.
That girl is not from their class, and looking at him, a boy from outside the class who is pressing his own class, on this occasion, no matter how handsome he is, it is not pleasing to the eye, and he laughs like a schadenfreude: "I am again No PS, it's all straight out in high-definition, thank you."
Fu Songhua turned his head and directly pinched the boy beside him with grief and indignation: "What about the good picture?! The soldiers in front of us are bleeding and sweating, and your logistics can't even keep up with Zhang Shuaitu. The people in the class smear my heroic appearance!?"
He said, his hands were quick and his eyes were fast, he clicked on the photo of Fang Li and saved it, then he grabbed a bag of snacks and ran to Fang Li's side.
"Here you are." He grinned with his white teeth, carefully peeled off the chocolate, tore open the yogurt box, and handed it over, "Replenish your energy, and you can jump farther later! "
Fang Li was moving his ankle silently and alone, looking at the thing handed in front of him, but did not pick it up.
"No," he whispered.
Fang Li looked at his disappointed face, and hesitantly explained, "I'm too full, and I feel uncomfortable when exercising."
"Oh, it makes sense." Fu Songhua suddenly said, "You have a small appetite, like a cat. Then you can eat it after dancing, and I will keep it for you."
Fu Songhua suddenly stretched out his hand, pulled Fang Li, turned his head and called at his classmates: "Come, take a group photo of us!"
"Click", the photo is complete, and the smile freezes.
The morning sun gradually rose into the sky and became more dazzling.
Under the bright sun, the breeze blew over, brushing the young black hair flying, and also brushing their sweaty cheeks.
Wild and warm, passionate and gentle. …
At the logistics point of class 1, Qin Yuan held the score sheet while exhorting the publicity committee: "As soon as Fu Songhua's final score comes out, he will fill in the ranking and send it to the radio station immediately."
The publicity committee member of their class is a quiet girl, nodding repeatedly: "Well, it has been written, this is the first project with results today, we must win it!"
Qin Yuan nodded and looked down at his wrist.
Although there are several watches that his father bought for him at home, they are expensive and suitable for boys of his age, but he almost never wears them.
Today there is a sports meeting, and there are many occasions to watch the time, so he touched a sports-style limited-edition electronic watch and put it on.
The dial on the wrist was already pointing to 9:50, and the broadcast sounded again: "The finalists of the men's 100-meter sprint in the second group of senior high school, please report immediately, thank you!"
Qin Yuan suddenly stood up: "You watch here, I'll go and come back soon."
The boy beside him nodded quickly: "Oh, boss, you have to see the old master in person, I guess you run over there and the results have already come out, just said in the group that he has already After the third jump, the result is 3.09 meters, a proper first!"
Qin Yuan didn't say a word.
"Hey? Where is our boss going? The old man is far south!" Another boy asked suspiciously.
"Cut, boss is elegant, go pee, I'm sorry to say it. Can't you see that boss is in a hurry? Run so fast!"
…
100 meters has always been the most watched event in track and field. It is intense and beautiful. The sports student in Class 6 of the second grade is sprinting. One for more than 0.5 seconds.
At the end of the runway, the cheerleading team from Class 6 had already been there early, calling out in unison, "Lin Hua Lin Hua is the best, stepping on the second grade! All, year, grade! "
Besides the arena, the 8 sophomore boys who entered the final have all stood on the track, moving their ankles, stretching their legs, and jumping. It was a lively scene.
There are nine referee teachers, one is responsible for the starting gun, and eight are responsible for the pinch table of the eight tracks. There is also a student assistant table next to each one, and the average score is finally calculated.
No way, the 100-meter result is too easily affected by timing errors, the time is short, the speed is fast, if the difference is less than tenths of a second, it is not easy to distinguish with the naked eye. more and more strict.
Bai Jing hugged Ruan Qingmu's clothes, and glanced at the people in Class 6 angrily: "Che, what's the look."
Ruan Qingmu stretched lazily on the ground, her slender legs were pressed from side to side, and the position was extremely low, Bai Jing looked at it, suddenly a little suspicious: "Sports Commission, your splits are so good?"
Ruan Qingmu hadn't answered yet, when Tang Tiantian, who was beside him, suddenly screamed in a low voice, his voice trembling a little: "Ah, ah! Fang Li, Fang Li took the third place in the long jump!"
Ruan Qingmu suddenly raised her head and looked at her in amazement: "Really?"
Tang Tiantian was eliminated directly in the women's 100 meters, and he has been following the news in various groups: "Look, the news from the sandpit, and the junior high school girls are inquiring. Who is he!"
Ruan Qingmu glanced at it, and suddenly raised her head: "Look for his promotional draft, hurry up!"
Tang Tiantian was stunned: "What, what? You also wrote about him?"
Niu Xiaoqing hummed a bunch of manuscripts before the competition, and just took them to the sports committee for review, but Ruan Qingmu rudely rejected them all, and rushed over a dozen publicity articles overnight When the draft came out, the winners and names were left blank. It was said that if anyone won the prize, they would fill it up and send it to the radio station immediately.
Ruan Qingmu waved her hand: "Don't waste time, go!"
Tang Tiantian hurriedly responded and ran to the women's shot field next door: "Niu Xiaoqing, Niu Xiaoqing! The manuscript of our class..."
Bai Jing stared at Ruan Qingmu in a stunned manner: "Sports Committee, did you write about Fang Li in advance? Are you not sure?"
Ruan Qingmu herself felt a little bizarre: "I just wrote an article on a whim, this..."
This is magic!
Suddenly, a voice from the side rang out, with a rough voice and sarcasm: "Oh, isn't this the little white face of Liu Jun that was squeezed out by slapping the horse?"
Ruan Qingmu slowly turned her head back, looked at the tall and strong dark boy, and said nothing.
He turned to look at Bai Jing: "A silly bird was calling just now, did you hear it?"
Bai Jing hurriedly continued: "No, I don't understand bird language."
That boy is Lin Hua from Class 6: "Stop pretending, Class 9, what about you!"
Ruan Qingmu sighed and looked at him sideways: "What's your relationship with Liu Jun?"
Lin Hua slapped her chest sharply: "Old Liu is my buddy, we played together, he told me a long time ago, bah, your methods are disgusting!"
Ruan Qingmu wasn't angry either, with the most irritating contempt on her porcelain-white and delicate face, she smiled at him: "Oh, like things come together."
Lin Hua was furious: "What did you say?"
Athletes and cheerleaders of various classes all around stopped laughing and craned their necks to look at them.
What's the matter, the sprint champion of class 6 and the new sports committee of class 9 are in trouble before the competition?
"I said you and him are the same thing. Don't you understand?" Ruan Qingmu expanded her breasts, slowly, and her voice was clear, "That raccoon dog on the hill, the raccoon dog, the fox and the dog party, the gangster, the co-evil...you Which one do you like?"