Chapter 44: 100m champion
Several boys in class 9 immediately laughed wildly: "Fuck you, Brother Ruan, how come you have such a good idiom in your language test?"
The girls in the other classes also covered their mouths and snickered: Why didn't I find that the sports committee of class 9 was so fun before, the level of trash talk was first-class, and the people in class 6 were choked!
Lin Hua's nose was crooked with anger, she straightened her body, and wanted to bump into Ruan Qingmu, but before she moved, she was grabbed by a passing judge.
What a shit!"
Ruan Qingmu waved her hand lazily, very kindly: "Wait for you, grandson."
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In the school broadcasting station, the senior senior sister looked at the manuscripts in her hand, turned her head and asked the teacher of the Youth League Committee: "Then let's make this publicity manuscript? Fu Songhua, the first-place long jumper in the second group of senior high school. The first champion decided in the morning?"
The teacher of the Youth League Committee is a young big boy, just two years after graduating from the normal school, he smiled and nodded: "Okay, that's it."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on a manuscript on the table.
Just now a girl in a class sent it in a hurry, and it was specially printed out, looking neat and refreshing.
He glanced at it casually, and suddenly grabbed it.
Only read a few lines, his eyes became brighter and brighter, he turned his head and shouted at the girl who was broadcasting: "Wait, change this!"
The girl stretched out her hand to take the manuscript that he handed over, and was slightly taken aback: "Teacher, don't you report the champion? This is only the third place."
The male teacher of the Youth League Committee shook his head again and again: "The championship report is too tired to hear, and Fu Songhua has more opportunities. This manuscript has a good angle. I think it is more interesting than the first report, and it is worth promoting!"
Although the manuscript is not long, it is written smoothly and the text is enthusiastic. It is clearly a very high-level publicity manuscript.
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From the loudspeaker in the air, the sweet voice of the broadcaster came: "Hello everyone, I am now choosing to read a class contribution: "Escape from the cage and bloom yourself - remember the first time for Class 9 of Senior Two to play on the field. away from classmates”…”
Beside the bunker, Fu Songhua raised his head in a daze, and suddenly happily punched Fang Li's shoulder: "Listen, your class's manuscript is dedicated to praise you!"
On the sprint track, the sophomore boys held their breaths and bent over, the starting gun rang, blue smoke rose, and eight vigorous figures broke out!
There was a deafening sound of cheering on the side of the track;
Not far away, Tang Tiantian, who had just delivered the manuscript, rushed back desperately, while Niu Xiaoqing, who had finished the women's shot put, was running from the other side.
At the end of the track, behind the crowd, a tall teenager stood silently, looking at Ruan Qingmu on the starting line from a distance, his eyes were deep, his fists clenched.
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One hundred meters, it only takes more than ten seconds, and the boys spread their legs and run towards the red line in front.
Touch the wire!
The light red line stuck to the front of Ruan Qingmu's pure black vest, and she was led out more than ten meters before falling slowly.
On the other side, Lin Hua was also led by inertia to rush forward, stopped for a long time, panted violently, turned her head and looked at Ruan Qingmu fiercely.
The students guarding the edge of the runway shouted one after another, shouting fiercely to cheer, but when the last second passed, there was a brief silence.
"Who the **** is... who goes first?"
"Why am I a little dazed, thinking that Lin Hua is slower? Am I dazzled?"
Tang Tiantian, Niu Xiaoqing and several other girls arrived, and they held hands tightly together: "Is our sports committee first? Ahhh, why do I feel like I'm dreaming?"
Several referees and teachers gathered nervously and showed the stopwatch in their hands to the chief referee. The assistant student referees also followed and reported their scores one by one.
Ruan Qingmu stopped on her track, bent down slightly, and supported her knees, but looked behind the crowd.
Just finished the 100-meter intense run, he was still panting slightly, his delicate Adam’s apple was squirming lightly, and the sun was shining, his porcelain white face seemed to be covered with a slight gold .
Did not look at the referee at all, he raised his head and accurately found a person in the crowd.
Then, he stretched out his hand, raised his slender fingertips lightly, lifted the red ribbon on his chest, and the smile on his lips was arrogant.
He stretched out his index finger to Qin Yuan and swayed. At the same time, a mouth shape was made.
"1500 meters, see you there."
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"First place, No. 2910 Ruan Qingmu, with a time of 12.24! Second place, 2616 Lin Hua, with a time of 12.45! Third place..."
The students surrounding the referee exploded, and the cheerleaders of Class 6 screamed even more: "The teacher made a mistake? Our Lin Hua is a sports student!"
"There's something wrong with the second counter, press it a little bit slower, and it'll be a fraction of a second!"
Lin Hua slammed the crowd away, her face flushed: "Teacher, this grade is not right, I hit the line before he hit!"
The chief referee was not happy, and raised the score registration form: "One teacher and one student referee, and the two scores are added up and then averaged. What are you dissatisfied with?"
Lin Hua clenched her neck: "Teacher, I can see clearly out of the corner of my eye that he is behind me. I am not satisfied with this result, or I will compare it with him again!"
The veins on Lin Hua's forehead jumped: "I won't talk to Sanba, get out!"
"You're only thirty-eight, you're still a bitch!" Niu Xiaoqing stood bravely without fear at all, "Do you want to compare it again? The entire Games, the referees and classmates are all around You'll be fine, why don't you ask your mother to give birth to you again, don't come out and show shame?"
"Hahahaha!" A group of students next to them burst into laughter.
Lin Hua had a fiery temper, and he exploded at once. He stretched out his hand like a small fan and wanted to push Niu Xiaoqing: "Stinky Sanba, you scold my mother!"
The huge fist was just raised, and a white wrist next to him hurriedly stretched out, grabbed his elbow, and dragged it back.
He pressed Lin Hua's fist down little by little: "Do you try to touch the girls in our class?"
The chief referee was in a hurry and said with a stern face: "Stop it for me! If there is more trouble, all the grades will be cancelled!"
Ruan Qingmu slowly freed Lin Hua's wrist, and smiled casually at the referee: "Teacher, it's okay to compare again."
He turned his head and looked at Lin Hua with interest: "Let's talk about it first, this time, whoever loses will kneel on the ground and call him Dad. Do you dare?"
Lin Hua angrily shouted: "Come, come now, the grandson who won't come!"
The referee got angry and shouted: "What nonsense, you two are still having fun, aren't you!"
"Teacher, you don't need to compare again." An abrupt voice sounded from behind the crowd, with calm and safety.
Qin Yuan, the senior leader of class 1, separated the crowd, with a straight and straight body, and his snow-white sneakers stood on the dark asphalt track, which was particularly eye-catching.
He raised his hand lightly and raised the mobile phone in his hand: "I just happened to take a photo, teacher, you can pay attention to my position."
The referee took it over suspiciously, looked at the screen, was silent for a few seconds, and smiled.
"Okay, no doubt." He put the phone in front of Lin Hua and Ruan Qingmu, and then lit up the surrounding classmates, "Student Qin Yuan has a very good composition in this photo. Clearly, he is standing on the side center of the finish line, there is no angular deviation."
The sun shines in one corner, which is a little underexposed, and the small half of the photo is full of beating light spots. The black hair of the runner's youth rose up, and his chest just touched the gorgeous red.
Lin Hua next to him is closer to the camera. In the second track, in the camera, you can clearly see that he is baring his teeth and has a grim expression, but his chest is still a few centimeters away from the red line.
Qin Yuan gave Lin Hua a cold look: "It's okay to kneel down, call it father or grandpa, you can choose one."
Lin Hua was furious, but opened her mouth, but made no sound.
Qin Yuan has excellent grades, won the competition award softly, and is a student union cadre. Although he is always polite to others, under the power, he suddenly looked at him with indifference and sharp eyes. Make people dare not give birth to the heart of contradicting.
"Omg, it's so clear, perfect evidence!"
"The 9th class sports committee is awesome..."
"555555, is the big guy with a strong sense of justice so righteous, so handsome!"
Some people were dumbfounded and shocked: "But Ruan Qingmu, how did he do it? Didn't he just lame for a month??"
The people in Class 6 were silent and closed their mouths, Lin Hua's face was so red that he was about to drip blood, he glared at Ruan Qingmu, then glared at Qin Yuan fiercely, Shaking his hands, he ran away.
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Suddenly, Niu Xiaoqing patted his head and excitedly took out the stack of newsletters, found one from inside, and rushed out.
Several good girls called behind her: "Hey, Xiaoqing, where are you going?"
Niu Xiaoqing hummed and ran like a big rabbit: "Continue to submit!"
In the distance, many boys from Class 9 came here one after another.
Bai Jing ran wildly, screamed from a distance, and said incoherently: "I'm **** fucked! First, 100 meters! The king, Brother Ruan! Damn, why didn't I drive one? gambling!"
Ruan Qingmu flashed lightly, avoiding his hugging arm in disgust, turning her head to look at Qin Yuan.
"Hey, thank you." He said softly, with a faint smile in his peach eyes.
"Providing evidence of real grades only."
Ruan Qingmu looked over and admired the photo again: "I thank you for taking me so heroically. By the way, can you pass me on?"
Qin Yuan looked at him, lowered his head, and tapped a few times on his phone: "Wait, help you get rid of the trash."
Bai Jing stretched out his head and looked at it, and he was happy.
It's so ruthless, the entire half is cut off, not a single hair of Lin Hua is left. On the screen, they were the only ones, Brother Ruan, who seemed to be dancing in the sun wearing a red ribbon.
"Big brother, big brother, send me the original picture, I will wear it to the school forum and slap my face hard!" He shyly.
Qin Yuan nodded and passed the original image to him. In a few seconds, there was this freshly released photo under the hot post of the school sports meeting, accompanied by a triumphant commentary: "Photographer: Classmate Qin Yuan, a classmate!"
In the distance, Fu Songhua and Fang Li ran to the side, side by side.
Before the final report of the big broadcast, Fang Li's face was a little red, and he asked in a low voice, "Sports Committee, how are you, how are you here?"
Bai Jing next to him exclaimed impatiently: "Our brother Ruan is number one! Hahahaha, Lin Hua lost him by 0.2 seconds!"
Fu Songhua staggered, almost stunned. Looking up at Qin Yuan's expression, he suddenly shouted "Fuck": "Really?!"
Qin Yuan stood there, standing side by side with Ruan Qingmu: "Well."
Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand and pulled Fang Li beside Fu Songhua, smiled slightly, and gave him a thumbs up: "Amazing."
Fang Li's face turned red, and he smiled awkwardly, with a faint light jumping in his eyes: "Well...you are amazing."
Fu Songhua hesitated, and was about to say a few sour congratulations when the second class contribution of the day came from the radio station.
"Dear students, we have just received the latest final results of the men's 100 meters in the second year of senior high school, congratulations to Ruan Qingmu from class 9 of the second senior year, who won the first good result! Now, please everyone Enjoy the latest feed from their class —
""Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, like a group of emperors and dragons - a record of new players on the field, new king of track and field, classmate Ruan Qingmu"."
Fu Songhua stroked his chest and made a vomit motion.
Bai Jing glared at him dissatisfied, and came over coolly: "I'm pregnant? Remember to tell me if there is a happy event, everyone will give you a plan, whether to fight or stay, vomit and vomit. Not the way."
Fu Songhua was about to rush to beat Bai Jing, when he saw Fang Li's smiling face, he was a little startled and stopped.
Forget it, let Xiaofang leave his heart and laugh, stop hiding from people like these days, Bai Jing can say anything Don't say pregnancy, say he has a baby.
He sighed, turned his head and looked at his monitor sincerely: "Boss, I think our class lost the promotion of this territory, really."
He sighed with emotion: "When it comes to thick skin, the publicity committee of Class 9 really has nothing to say. We can't write such disgusting things."
Ruan Qingmu looked at Fu Songhua and brushed her hair slyly: "It's not about the propaganda committee, I wrote it myself."
Fu Songhua: “O(≧口≦)O…”
Qin Yuan: "Well. I helped with the repair."
Fu Songhua: "○|￣|_..."
Damn, goodbye.
Is there a feeling of being betrayed by the boss and the enemy together?