Chapter 45: Flying against the wind
The autumn sports meeting of Experiment 3 Middle School lasted for two days. In the afternoon of the second day, a group of boys from Class 1 arrived at the playground early and brought the last batch of logistics materials.
In the shade of the tree, Fu Songhua scratched his head, his handsome wheat-colored face was solemn.
He muttered a calculation in his mouth, heaved a sigh of relief for a long time, turned his head and said to Qin Yuan: "Boss, it's no problem to keep the first place, the big idiot of class 6 Lin Hua was also robbed of the sprint first place this year. One, their class is out of play, hahahaha!"
Qin Yuan took the watch in his hand and browsed it quickly.
It really looks like she can win the first place. But...it always feels like something is wrong.
"Are you sure the class 9's awards are correct? That's all?" he asked suddenly.
Fu Songhua was stunned for a moment: "Yes! Although their class is a dark horse this year, they still can't compare to us."
The treacherous guy Ruan Qingmu actually hides so much strength and is very insidious!
From yesterday to this morning, Ruan Qingmu seemed to be on the hook. The man won a shocking first place in the 100-meter hurdles. He accidentally touched the railing in the 400-meter hurdles and got a third place. Today In the morning, I even did a high jump with him on the same stage.
Frustrated, Ruan Qingmu's height was only 2 centimeters less than his championship result, and he took second place.
Fortunately, he narrowly won the last jump, otherwise, if he is so tall, if Ruan Qingmu really wins, he might as well go and commit suicide!
There is Fang Li, who won a third place in the long jump yesterday, which is also very surprising.
However, the total score is still far from them.
He has already won the long jump and high jump championships, and the squad leader has just won a championship and a runner-up in the 400 meters and 800 meters.
In addition, he teamed up with the squad leader in a 4x100, securing a heavyweight title
"Squad leader, I have calculated. No matter what happens this afternoon, the total score of Class 9 is definitely lower than ours." He patted his chest, "Even if you lose to 1500 meters Ruan Qingmu—"
As soon as he looked up, he saw Qin Yuan staring into his eyes quietly, he hurriedly laughed: "Of course, how can he beat you! I'll assume the most unlikely extreme situation..."
Qin Yuan's eyes went over him, not knowing where he was looking in the distance.
It doesn't work.
As Fu Songhua said, under their double insurance, Ruan Qingmu alone cannot turn the tide.
He frowned slightly: "I always feel like I'm missing something."
Fu Songhua scratched his head: "What can there be?"
The boy next to him came over: "That's right, their class is really a mess. Didn't I keep staring at them, tsk tsk, it's so pitiful, no one goes to cheer for the classmates. "
Qin Yuan listened silently, a pair of extremely beautiful phoenix eyes suddenly flashed a ray of light.
No, he knows. Why didn't anyone from Class 9 go to cheer? Why did the people in their class seem to be in their own way when they competed!
Before I had time to speak, the loudspeaker on the playground had already heard the sound of the broadcast.
"Dear referees and teachers, dear athletes, good afternoon! The last afternoon of the event is about to start. Now, please invite the finalists of the women's 800-meter high school and the men's 1500-meter final of the high school two. Athletes, report to the relevant track…”
Class 1 students stood up in a big group: "Let's go, cheer for the monitor!"
The rest of the races in the afternoon were all those big events, like the 1500 meters and 5000 meters, because they were too tired, so there was no preliminaries, and they were left to the last half day to decide the outcome.
The 1,500-meter check-in point for the sophomore men's team was obviously much more spectating and cheering than anywhere else. In addition to the second year students, even many first year girls ran over in groups and waited excitedly by the runway.
"Ah, that's Ruan Qingmu, it looks better than the photos up close."
"The skin is so good, it's white! I'm a little jealous."
"Hey, isn't that girl Li Si from the third year of high school? Why is she here?"
The girls in the first year of high school were secretly looking at the beauty of the third year, when there was a faint commotion.
"Ah, ah, Qin Yuan is here!" A girl screamed softly.
Qin Yuan was followed by a few boys from Class 1. Fu Songhua, who had no events in the afternoon, held the cheerleader flag and led the way energetically.
Qin Yuan has changed into a brand new sportswear for the competition. The main color is pure white. The chest and the hem of the shorts are inlaid with a very dark gold. Flickering.
At his feet is a pair of limited edition sneakers, also white with a few dark gold stripes. When the whole person jogged over, it seemed as if a distant mountain was covered with ice and snow, and the top of the mountain was lit with sparkling golden light.
Many girls raised their mobile phones covertly and took pictures secretly.
Not far away, Lin Hua and a few boys of 6 stood aside, looking at Ruan Qingmu by the runway with a bad look.
"Damn, our class Lao Yuan didn't kill him in the morning, he's fortune-telling."
The man in the morning 400m hurdles, the people in their class saw Ruan Qingmu sneaking into it, but the guy seemed to be equipped with a radar, and he dodged in a flash, only shaking slightly He bumped into the hurdle, but Lao Yuan's center of gravity was unstable and he fell.
In the end, he even ran a third place, what a god!
Lin Hua glanced at Ruan Qingmu angrily, gritted her teeth and scolded in a low voice: "Damn bitch, wait 1500 meters, watch me kill him."
Qin Yuan was jogging around when he suddenly raised his head and gave them a sharp look.
The people around Lin Hua saw Qin Yuan and hurriedly pulled the corner of Lin Hua's clothes: "Shh, be quiet."
Ruan Qingmu was surrounded by boys in her class, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a familiar figure walking this way, and she couldn't help but look over.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but snorted from my nose.
Tsk tsk, went straight to the beautiful senior in the third year of high school and said something.
Oh, he also nodded seriously, looking at that focused and sincere look.
"Come here, call and sign, and report." The referee teacher stood at the starting point and shouted.
Beside the runway, the class 9 students who gathered beside Ruan Qingmu dispersed, and ran to the outer circle honestly: "Come on, the sports committee, take the first place!"
"Death to class 1!"
Bai Jing and Huang Ya were shouting passionately, when they were violently pulled: "Get out of the way, good dogs won't stand in the way."
Bai Jing turned his head, and immediately shrank his neck. A group of people from Class 1 was behind him, each and everyone was aggressive.
Fu Songhua glared at them fiercely: Usually eating together is one thing, now fighting face-to-face is another, and want to kill their squad leader, look at them one by one, Why don't you go to heaven?
Qin Yuan went to the referee to sign, raised his feet, and finally walked to Ruan Qingmu's side, stood calmly, and began to do simple stretching.
Ruan Qingmu turned her head and squinted at him: "come?"
He was wearing a minimalist pure black sports vest and shorts. His long arms and legs, which were rarely exposed, were undoubtedly revealed, and his skin was dazzlingly white.
His hair has grown a lot since the beginning of the school year, and it is scattered like that at ordinary times, but today he is going to run. He is afraid that the long hair will block his sight, and he is even more afraid that sweat will get in the way. He found a red hair band and put it on his forehead. It was tied around at random, all the black hair was tied back, and all the white forehead was exposed, with a different kind of arrogance.
Qin Yuan replied lightly, "Yes."
Ruan Qingmu suddenly waved to the side, Niu Xiaoqing immediately ran up and handed over a piece of paper arrogantly.
Ruan Qingmu took **** and handed the paper to Qin Yuan: "Here, I have the ability to win this manuscript."
Qin Yuan looked down, the corner of his mouth raised for a short moment: "Okay, I'll use it."
"I love to see Class X win the championship again, and the good news of the game is frequent! - A small note on the wonderful moments of the 1500-meter runway",; the name is not filled in, you can change the name at any time, and it will match.
The last time they were in his bedroom all night writing a script, the two of them joked casually.
Whoever wins will use this promotion.
"By the way, there are more people in your class now to cheer." Qin Yuan suddenly said abruptly.
Ruan Qingmu narrowed her peach eyes and gave him a careful look.
"You see it?"
Qin Yuan sighed softly: "I just figured it out."
It's a pity that Fu Songhua, that fool, is still in the dark.
Ruan Qingmu suddenly laughed lightly, although her voice was not loud, she was proud and assertive.
He smiled and bent down, shouldered with Qin Yuan, moving his ankles: "If you want to win anything, you have to use your brain."
Qin Yuan turned his head, a pair of phoenix eyes flickered: "But even if all your class members are on, the total score is probably a little worse than us."
Just now, when he heard the boy say again that there was no one cheering for the Class 9 arena, he finally thought of something.
No, he saw with his own eyes Ruan Qingmu, surrounded by his companions more and more day by day, and also saw with his own eyes that their junior squad leader and publicity committee gave up on Ruan Qingmu, and now the 9 Ban, it is no longer what it used to be, let alone a mass of loose sand.
He and Fu Songhua both overlooked one thing.
On the first day of the 9th class, there was no logistics and no one to cheer. There is another possibility that their class registration rate is extremely high, and everyone is on the field!
It doesn't matter if you don't get a ranking. The important thing is that as long as anyone participates, there is a base score of 0.5 points to get.
With him and Fu Songhua in class 1, no one felt a sense of crisis, and the overall enrollment rate was much lower. Assuming that there were more than 30 enrollments from forty students in class 9, then the basic score You can get ten points more than other classes.
A dozen points, a lot! …
The voice of the referee teacher sounded: "Okay, all athletes are ready to go to the track."
A dozen high school sophomore boys who participated in the competition stood on the runway and rushed out with the sound of the starting gun!
"Come on, ah, ah, ah! Squad leader!" The students in Class 1 screamed.
"Brother Ruan, run, get rid of those weak chickens!" Bai Jing and the others shouted frantically.
There is no preliminaries for the 1500 meters. All the athletes are running in swarms. Because of the large number of people, there is no dedicated track, and they are crowded together noisily.
"Fuck, both are so fast!"
"Long time to see, Qin Xueba in Class 1 and Class 9's sports committees are in trouble again?"
"Fuck that is Qin Yuan, the champion of two long-distance running last year!"
"Ah, what about Bai Xiaosheng? Let's start a bet, grandma's, I want to bet on cork to win! If I lost on him before, I want to win it back!"
"You rotten gambler crazy? Although he is not false this year, his opponent is Qin Yuan this time!"
For a while, a betting post really popped up in the school post bar. Comparable!
The boy who clamored for the bet was stunned: "Ri, how many bets on Ruan Qingmu? How can this be so small?"
The classmate next to him looked at him disdainfully: "Your brain is caught by the door panel? Yesterday, Ruan Qingmu just won against Lin Hua, how about the dark horse that exploded?"
The boy hesitated for a moment: "Then I'll press Qin Yuan, how can there be a sprinter and a long-distance sprinter? Qin boss must have good endurance."
…
Ruan Qingmu moved her legs at a constant speed, only one position ahead, running ahead of Qin Yuan.
The weather in September is still a bit autumnal. Although the sun at 3 o'clock in the afternoon is not so poisonous, it can still ignite sparks when it shines on the track.
After a lap of 800 meters, both of them drove at full speed and ran wildly, no one thought about attacking others.
Both of them have a vague understanding in their hearts: Compared with this person, they can't stay strong at the beginning.
500 meters left, 400 meters left.
…200 meters.
The two rushed too fast, neither of them scientifically distributed the physical strength of the front and middle sections, the speed was almost not significantly reduced, approaching the end, and even began to accelerate at the same time.
The referee teacher at the finish looked down at the timer and was taken aback: This year's 1500m result is a school record, and I'm afraid the improvement is not as simple as a few seconds.
The red ribbon is tightly in the distance. With dozens of meters left, Ruan Qingmu looked at Qin Yuan from the corner of his eyes.
glanced at him.
Then, Qin Yuan suddenly took a deep breath.
When Ruan Qingmu saw him take a deep breath, an alarm bell sounded in her heart.
Here! There was hardly any pause, and he tried his best to start the final sprint.
Besides, Qin Yuan's shadow was like lightning, and the distance behind him instantly narrowed.
This apparent co-acceleration immediately ignited the emotions of the onlookers, and the cheers and cheers suddenly increased.
"Ah ah ah! Come on, Brother Ruan!"
"Run, boss, overtake him!"
…After the crowd, Lin Hua stood at the finish line and bent down quietly.
No one noticed in the sky-shattering noise. The beverage cans rolled past the crowd, onto the runway, and slid to Ruan Qingmu's feet!