Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 250 Sports Festival (7)

In the afternoon, the sun is shining.

By the sink, Yumi Sato bowed her head and used her mouth to catch the clear water.

The clear water is sweet and cold.After taking a few sips, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want a drink?"

The voice that suddenly came out from behind her ears was somewhat familiar, and Yumi Sato turned her head subconsciously.

Natsume Zehei stood behind him with a green sun hat on his head and a plastic bag in his hand.

"Why are you here? Is there a competition?" After she finished speaking, she took the drink from Natsume's hand.

"The radio station is out of water. Come down and buy some. I stopped by and saw you standing here, so I came to take a look." After Natsume Zeping finished speaking, he walked to the sink, turned on the faucet and washed his face.

The water here is brought from the mountains, so drinking it directly won't affect much, but with Natsume's body, it's better not to drink it.

Yumi Sato opened the bottle of drink, leaned against the sink, and looked at the oak trees on both sides of the avenue more than ten meters away.

"Just drop by?"

"Hmm." Natsume bent over and made a soft voice.

"That's right. But, the playground and the club building are clearly in two directions." Sato Yumi's voice was erratic.

"."

Natsume Zeping was silent and did not speak.

"Nothing else to say?"

"Be careful of heatstroke."

"Hmph, you need to remind me about this kind of thing." Yumi Sato turned her back, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Any tissue paper?"

"Ah, paper towels? Wait." Yumi Sato took out a paper from her sweatpants and handed it to him.

After wiping off the excess water, Natsume Zehei breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm alive."

"What do you mean, is it this hot?"

"Well, it's so hot that I want to turn into a sea turtle and lie down in the sea and dive."

"What kind of strange metaphor is this?"

"Yumi doesn't want to become a sea turtle?"

"Do not want to."

"Well, for Yumi, it should be a penguin." Natsume Zehei thought.

"Whether it's a turtle or a penguin, I don't want to be." Sato Yu whitened him.

"Very picky—"

"Isn't it good to be a human?!"

Natsume Zehei smiled and looked at the playground.

The girl in the sportswear is warming up in the shade. Because the pants are short and close-fitting, the calf muscles are particularly conspicuous.

After warming up, they tied their hair into a single ponytail and tied red forehead protectors on their foreheads.

Although I don't know if this is useful, but the momentum is very good.

"Are you sure about the match?" Natsume Zehei withdrew his gaze.

"Of course, the goal is number one!" Yumi Sato clenched her fists, full of confidence.

"Although there are a few girls from the track and field team in the same group, it doesn't matter, I will definitely win."

"Then, I'll cheer you on at the radio station." Natsume nodded.

"Don't—" she lengthened her tone, stepped forward, and tapped his forehead, "Forget about the morning thing so quickly? I don't want to be like Yoshihara-kun, making a fool of myself in front of everyone."

Natsume Zeping felt pain between his brows, and tilted his head to avoid her fingertips, "Can't you just come on?"

"No—and, what's wrong with your forehead?"

"Morning."

"what?"

".It hit me in the morning."

Yumi Sato was taken aback, only to remember that when she left the classroom in the morning, she happened to collide with Natsume.

"Ah, are you so fragile?" She laughed, showing no remorse at all.

"Why isn't Yumi's head too hard?"

"Hey hey" Yumi Sato went to wash her hands again, but didn't wipe it this time.

With wet hands, he lightly patted Natsume's face.

The water flows down the side face and finally flows into the clothes.

"Hmm..." Natsume Zehei took a few steps back in disgust, and wiped off the water droplets on his face with his arm.

"what are you doing?"

"Cool down, your face is so red." Yumi Sato stepped back and said with a smile.

"Is there a possibility that this is what you hit?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible~~"

After finishing speaking, she turned and ran to the playground, "Time is running out, I'm going to warm up."

Watching Yumi Sato leave, Natsume Zehei turned around and washed his face again.

The water flowed through his forehead and down his neck, soaking his clothes.

"It's really hot."

In the radio station, Natsume Zehei closed the door.

"Why are Natsume's clothes wet?" Miyagawa Lingyin looked at him.

"I got wet when I washed my face." Natsume Zehei sat down beside him, "Has the game started yet?"

"There are still 5 minutes, they are tuning." She pointed to Xiaosong Yuezi in the distance.

The station manager, because he said something he shouldn't have said in the morning, was replaced by the teacher and replaced by Miyagawa Suzune.

A few minutes later, Tsukiko Komatsu tested the microphone, and the afternoon activities officially started.

"Good afternoon everyone, I am today's special guest, Natsume Zehei."

"I'm Suzune Miyagawa."

"Now the first event is the 1000-meter race. It can be seen that the runners are ready and have been waiting for a long time before the starting line."

"What do you think of Natsume's competition this time?"

"Everyone, please pay attention to safety and avoid heat stroke."

On the playground, Yumi Sato, who was standing at the starting line, curled her lips and looked towards the radio station, as if she was looking at Natsume Zehei through the reflective glass.

"Yumi, Haruna—" Kodera Yuko shouted from a distance, "Come on!"

"Well, Yuzi!"

"Come on—Yumi!" Most of the girls in Yumi Sato's class shouted.

She exhaled lightly, looked at Matsuda Haruna, patted her cheeks, and adjusted her body and mind.

"Now the referee has arrived, with an air gun in his hand, and the game is about to begin!"

"I don't know who will be the first Natsume?"

"Me, I'm personally optimistic about Funatomi Kumi-senpai in the third grade. Besides, there is also Echizen Yoko in the second grade. Both of them are members of the track and field department. They performed extremely well in the morning competition. .”

"I see."

"Ah, that's right - besides these two, there is another one I am particularly optimistic about, and it is also from the sports club."

"Ah, who is it?" Miyagawa Suzune asked with a smile.

"Whoever wins the championship is the one."

"Hey——this statement is so cunning~~"

'On your marks! '

'preparation! '

Yumi Sato shook her head, ignoring the sound of the radio station.

'Snapped! '

The air gun made a sound, and many girls ran out.

"Okay, now the competition has officially started! It can be seen that there is a big gap. The four or five girls in the sports department are far ahead, and the dozen or so people in the middle are being separated by a few of them at a steady speed—"

"As Natsume-kun said just now, Yoko Koshima and Kumi Funatomi are running in the front. These two are both from the track and field department, and they have performed extremely well! Wait, there are still people who can follow behind them. This Who is the girl?"

"Yumi, Yumi Sato—" Natsume Zehei quickly added.

"Huh?" Miyagawa Suzune gave him a strange look, "What Natsume said just now is"

"I'm in the same class as me, so I'm familiar with it." Natsume Zehei explained.

"Yeah, that's it." Miyagawa Suzune thoughtfully, staring at the figure on the runway.

"Now the competition is fierce, the top four quickly opened up half a lap behind, and even performed with ease!"

The eyes of the audience follow the movements of the girls.

The first few attracted everyone's attention.

"What an amazing speed! Only one lap left!"

"Hey, did they only take two and a half minutes so far? It's amazing."

"Miyagawa-san doesn't need to make a gesture of surprise—" Natsume Zeheira said quietly.

He knew that the witch sitting next to him had a terrifying 90 points of stamina.

This is a very good value that can be performed in the Olympics.

"I'm sorry, but I prefer to be called Lingyin." She turned her head and smiled.

"Is it true?"

Behind him, the members of the radio station said the most curious things in the audience.

Tsukiko Komatsu coughed and looked at the boy dissatisfied.

"Of course it's fake~~" Miyagawa Suzune said with a smile, "The premise is the acquaintance."

"Then I can"

"Matsushita!"

"Feel sorry!"

While they were chatting, the playground had entered the last half of the hard work.

"Chuncai, come on!"

"Come on, Yumi-chan!"

"In the last half of the lap, everyone was speeding up, especially Yumi Sato of No. [-], she performed very well!" Natsume Zehei looked at her.

"Well, Yuu Sato from No. [-]?" Miyagawa Suzune blinked and looked down at the file.

There doesn't seem to be a number written on it.
Natsume has really good eyesight, he can see numbers from such a distance.

"In the last 200 meters, the first two runners have shown signs of fatigue, and only the third runner is still holding on—"

"Yumi!"

"Yumi!"

Shouts came from the auditorium, which was extremely intense.

Yumi Sato gasped and ran with all her strength.

It's almost there!
"She surpassed No.2! She made a reversal! There are still 50 meters left!" Miyagawa Suzune sped up slightly.

"The last 30 meters! Who will be the first?"

"The last 20 meters!"

"Ten meters!"

Natsume Zehei said, staring at the No.2 girl.

"Speed ​​up again!"

Suddenly, Yumi Sato sped up her pace at the end, and in the eyes of everyone, surpassed Kumi Funatami next to her.

"It's over! No.1 is Yumi Sato from class A of the second year!"

"Ah, the speed is so fast, it only took three minutes and ten seconds." Miyagawa Suzune was a little surprised.

"Now let's avert our eyes and interview the winner - stay tuned!"

"Good afternoon, viewers. I am today's part-time reporter, Takatomi Yamato."

"Now let's interview beautiful Sato-san"

"Go to hell." Yumi Sato rested in the shade, impatient with his appearance.

"Haha, Sato-san's attitude is not very good, but it's okay, as a reporter, I have good patience"

"I said, you are very noisy."

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"The above is all the content of the interview!" Takatomi bowed down.

(End of this chapter)