Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 261 Track and Field Competition
The hard-working third year of senior high school is trying to find out almost every week.

Qingran's slightly slack nerves have already been tensed again by repeated small investigations.

Many students couldn't understand her, and asked her one after another: Why are you still studying so hard after being recommended to B University?

Qingran explained: Even if she is recommended, she will go to B University to study in the future. If she relaxes at this time, it will be more difficult to study in the future.

At this time, half of the students who curiously asked her would give her a thumbs up, pretending to admire her.

In private, her face was full of contempt, and she sneered: "I really want to Yue with Li Qingran's appearance. You said the teacher is not in the class, what is she pretending to be? Isn't she tired all day long?"

The one who said this was Qi He who had just transferred to Class [-] of Senior Three.

Ever since she was dismissed from the physics competition, she had become completely hostile to Wen Shiyi. She thought that if Professor Yan hadn't favored Wen Shiyi, she would definitely not have been dismissed with her hard work.

This kind of person is like this, their ability is not as good as others, but they always put the blame on others.

However, perhaps because she would ask Qingran for advice on questions she didn't understand, her superficial attitude towards Qingran was a little warmer.

Several other girls echoed Qi He: "Yeah, yeah! Pretending not to know anything? I feel so tired looking at her."

There was also Zhan Qingran, who refuted Qi He: "Student Li Qingran is not pretending, she has been studying so hard, and she has been in the same class for so long, we all see it."

The friend of the girl standing on Qingran's side also nodded in agreement: "Yes, Li Qingran has made real efforts in his studies, and his results are there."

Li Qingran and Xie Ying'an were both chasing after each other in the past few times. If Qingran is the first this time, Xie Ying'an will be the first next time.

Fortunately, Ji Shen, who never handed in the papers, did not join this dispute for the first place, otherwise Class [-] of the third year of high school would really become a field of Shura.

Hearing this, Qi He squinted her eyes and snorted: "She studied hard some time ago to get her recommended, and she still studied so hard during this time, just to show the teacher, you didn't see the teacher saw her working so hard, so he took her As a positive teaching material."

During this period of time, the teacher did use Li Qingran as a positive teaching material to stimulate their learning psychology.

"I think what Qi He said is very right." Yang Yufei, who had echoed Qi He just now, echoed again, she glanced at Qingran, subconsciously not smiling: "Hey~ Have you heard of a saying how to say it? ?”

The jealous face was really ugly, and the other girls didn't bother to talk to them, and they all went back to their seats and sat down, no one responded.

Wei Qihe asked her: "What are you talking about?"

The embarrassment on Yang Yufei's face quickly disappeared because of Qi He's accusation: "Just look for fish for fish, shrimp for shrimp, and turtles for turtles..."

As she spoke, she pointed her chin towards Qingran, and said, "Sure enough, the old saying is always the most reasonable."

Qi He glanced in the direction she indicated, and grinned: "This sentence really fits the occasion."

It was the recess time between classes, Ruan Ruan and Zheng Chunming sat together at Qingran's front table, sighing and moaning.

After Zheng Chunming's grades dropped twice in a row, when she was called out by Old Wu to talk, she dropped two drops of golden beans in front of Old Wu, but she finally got her wish and changed to a deskmate. This time, the deskmate was still a boy. , but it is no longer Li Ce.

Ruan Ruan was puzzled: "Chunni...ah no, you have already changed the same table for Chunming, so what else is there to sigh about?"

Zheng Chunming pouted: "Which of your eyes can tell that I'm worried about my deskmate?"

"It's not about the same table anymore, what else can be the big deal?"

Chu Rong, who was listening to them all the time, interjected leisurely: "Is she worried about the track and field competition?"

As soon as these words came out, even the pen in Qingran's hand stopped.

In a few days, there will be a track and field competition in the school, which is supposed to let them develop morally, intellectually, and physically.

And in order to improve their collective spirit of glory, the school decided to let more than [-] high school classes compete in this track and field competition.

I really don't know if the students are motivated.

But now, all the teachers are as if they have been beaten with chicken blood. The school hasn't said what the specific glory is, but according to Lao Wu's victorious temperament, the first class will win this competition even if they bite the bullet.

Think about what Lao Wu said on the podium the day the news of the track and field competition was just announced?
He said enthusiastically to the students in class one: "Students, it's time for us to prove our strength again. Our class one is the class with the best grades in the third year of senior high school, and we must not be bad in sports..."

Old Wu's enthusiasm was not passed on to the students, a few boys responded to Old Wu indiscriminately, and as for the girls, there was almost no response.

Not only did the girls not respond, they also whispered to each other, almost complaining that at this juncture, the school still held some track and field competitions, and did not pay attention to their studies at all.

Old Wu was obviously dissatisfied with this response.

He picked up the blackboard eraser and patted the blackboard, signaling for silence in the classroom.

When the classroom quieted down, Old Wu began to brainwash them again: "Our class is called a nerd class by other classes because of our good grades. Can you bear it?"

Qingran felt that she could bear it, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to open up the sea and the sky.

She would rather be called a nerd than a track meet that would wear her out.

To put it simply, it's okay to let her use her brain, but not to waste her time!
"Are you also worried about the game? I'm also worried about it." Ruan Ruan's voice brought back Qingran Piaoyuan's thoughts.

That day, Old Wu started to stop being a man again. Seeing that he couldn't convince them, a group of unsavory students, he was annoyed, and started to use violence to subdue cold violence, and gave an order——

"And I want to say hello to you. I don't care what excuses you make. If you have to ask for leave on the day of the track and field competition, you can report to the class monitor the events you want to participate in before school is over tonight. I will see it tomorrow morning."

After all, he didn't take the textbooks, and walked out of a class of classrooms swaggeringly.

There are only a group of big babies who are bitter and want to cry but have no tears.

It can be said that some people are happy and some are worried about the track and field competition. As Qingran's tablemate, Xie Ying'an and Qingran formed a sharp contrast.

Xie Ying'an gets up every morning to exercise for nearly an hour, and he is not afraid of sports competitions.

But Qingran is not good. Although the women's 800m running will not kill her, it is all slow running. When it comes to the competition, she starts to fight for speed.

If you fight for speed, you will definitely die.

Now that's all right, when it comes to track and field competitions, the three people in front of them all start to sigh.

Xie Ying'an, who went out with Su Chen, stepped into the classroom, and he handed the milk he bought to Qingran.

Qingran reached out to take it, and said casually: "Call me when you get up for a run tomorrow morning? I'll exercise with you for a while."

"Huh?" Xie Ying'an was stunned for a moment before he could react, and then slowly raised the corners of his lips: "Okay."

Of course good, wish for it!

But they didn't see it. When they finished speaking, Ji Yanchen, who was sitting quietly behind them, slowly raised his head, and murmured: "Morning...running..."

There was no wave in his brown eyes, but there was a faint decision in his heart.

(End of this chapter)