Natsume-kun just wants to live

Chapter 252 Sports Festival (9)

The next morning, the sky was still gloomy.

The morning light is still gestating behind the sky, making this morning a little quiet.

On the oak tree, the squirrel poked its head down and looked curiously at the young man underneath.

Natsume Zehei folded his coat and started his morning workout.

The first thing is to warm up—with the old people in the distance, we dance the gymnastics exclusive to morning dramas. This is different from domestic ones. The movements are simpler and easier to learn.

When he was almost physically active, he unscrewed the milk bottle to moisten his throat, and started to run along the lakeside in the morning.

In the first lap, his breathing speeded up, his rhythm was steady, and his body gradually warmed up, as if there was a breath of air circulating in his body.

After that, it's the second lap, the third lap.
Persisting until the fourth lap, Natsume Zehei stopped and gasped for breath.

The milk that he opened earlier, there is not a mouthful left.

Vaguely, he saw that his stamina had increased a little, and when he came back to his senses, it seemed that it had been deducted again.

There is still a long way to go.
Still thinking, Yu Gonghui, who was wearing a sportswear, came down from the stone steps in the distance.

Although it was still dark, her snow-white skin was too conspicuous.

"Yahoo—" Natsume Zehei greeted.

Yu Gonghui ignored him, walked to the stone chair and started to warm up.
Natsume, who was ignored, didn't care, and took out his phone to check today's temperature.

If it's too hot, there's a reason to drop the game -- he's not very responsible.

"Are you free?" Amamiya Megumi looked over while stretching.

"Nothing at the moment."

"Help me time."

"5000 meters?"

"One thousand and five."

"clear."

Taking the watch, Natsume Zehei sat on the stone chair, looking at Megumi Amamiya comfortably.

"I'll count to three, two and one, and I'll start~~"

"it is good."

After shouting the slogan, Yugong Hui started a long-distance run along the lakeside, with brisk steps and ups and downs of her ponytail.

When she stopped, Natsume Zehei handed her the watch, "It's so fast."

"Absolutely." Yugong Hui wiped off his sweat and asked again, "Is she there?"

"Yumi? Or is it Suzune?" Natsume Zehei pretended to be puzzled.

Megumi Amamiya pointed to the vending machine, "Go buy water."

"Yes--"

Two minutes later, the sports drink was delivered to Amamiya Hui, and she opened the cap thoughtfully.

"Suzune will also participate."

"I see."

"What is the minister's plan to defeat her?"

"no need."

"Is it not necessary, or say" Natsume Zehei stopped rightly.

Yu Gonghui glared at him, "Get up, and run with me for two more laps."

"Is this angry?"

"No."

"Absolutely"

"Three laps!"

"Yes!"

After the run, Natsume Zehei added.

"By the way, Suzune is participating in the men's group, the minister doesn't need to worry."

"."

After the morning run, Natsume showered and headed to school.

Sitting on the tram, he felt a little weak in his feet.

After getting out of the tram, he walked straight along the street full of cherry blossoms - he missed it, where did the cherry blossoms come from at this time.

For a while, Natsume Zehei missed last month a little bit. Although it was colder and it rained more, it was not hot and the scenery was good.

With this thought in mind, he put his schoolbag back into the classroom and rushed to the playground to gather.

"Morning, Natsume-kun!"

"Well, good morning Yoshihara."

After greeting Yoshihara, Natsume Zehei squatted down in front of the sandpit and washed his hands with sand.

Not only him, but a large group of boys surrounded the sandpit, covering their hands with sand.

The reason for this is that the first project in the morning is a collective tug of war, and they need to increase the friction on their hands.

Takatomi Yamato walked around, he just borrowed spikes from the football club.

"Do you think we can win the tug-of-war?" Takatomi Yamato asked.

"Probably win the first grade."

Naoki Yoshihara sighed, "After all, there are many girls in our class."

"Come on." Natsume Zeping encouraged them.

"come on!"

Unsurprisingly lost.

There are too many girls, and the boys in their class are generally thin.

No matter how you think about it, you can't win.

Natsume Zehei slightly lowered his eyes to block the too bright sunlight.

It was nine o'clock in the morning, and the sun was scorching hot outside.

Just standing for a few minutes, I feel that my whole body is sweating, which is unbearable.

The girls put on their summer school uniforms early, and sat on the viewing platform laughing and playing. From a distance, their skirts were very short, and when the breeze blew, they could vaguely see the white safety pants inside.

Black, white, gray - all kinds of stockings are not only different in color, but also in length and style. Wearing them on young and lovely girls gives people a youthful feeling.

After the tug-of-war, there is a borrowing run. The rule is that each class sends a person to start on one side of the track, and after drawing lots, bring back the needed things, which is considered a victory.

This project is not good for Natsume, because his physical strength is lower than others, so the speed will be much slower.

However, Takatomi Yamato seemed to have anticipated this situation early on and made preparations in advance.

"Don't worry, Natsume, it doesn't matter if you run slowly, because this time the sign is all written by me!" He whispered.

"What did you write?"

"Can't tell right now, but you'll find out later."

"."

The referee played the flute, and Natsume Zehei came to his track to prepare.

He raised his head slightly and looked towards the viewing platform.

Yumi Sato looked at him, was stunned for a moment, then waved her hand and whispered cheers.

Although she couldn't hear it, Natsume understood what Yumi was saying from her movements.

"Come on, Natsume!" Yoshihara Naoki shouted from the sidelines, his little face flushed.

"Natsume, you must take the first place!" These were the words of Takatomi Yamato.

In addition, other classes, or girls in my own class, are also encouraging.

"Come on!"

"If you get a girlfriend in the lottery, you can find me!"

"Teacher thinks so too~~" Yumiko Konda booed beside her.

Natsume Zeping's face darkened, and he looked back,

"The contestants are already in place, and the competition will begin immediately!"

The people in the news department, holding the camera, were facing the contestants—most of the angles were given to Natsume Zehei.

Needless to say, this must have been Takatomi Yamato's arrangement, but I have to say that his idea is very correct.

His appearance is handsome, like a painting, his eyes are clear, as clear as a lake, and his black hair is smooth, floating in the direction of the wind.

The only downside is that her figure is a little thin, so she looks a little weak-but in the eyes of some people, it has become a bonus item.

Yumiko Konda wiped her saliva, showing an idiotic smile, and kept thinking: "The next year is a beautiful boy. Hehehe."

On the big screen, the contestants of each class are already in their positions, ready to go.

'Snapped! '

When the gunshot rang out, everyone moved!
The distance of 150 meters seemed too short, and after only twenty seconds, everyone reached their destination.

Natsume Zehei's speed wasn't too fast, but he wasn't particularly slow either. He was just a few meters behind others.

He reached out and took the stick inside.

The members of the news department, who had prepared early, directly adjusted the focus and patted the words on the sign.

"This is this!"

'Hug or carry girls in the same class and return to the finish line'

"." Natsume Zeping froze for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)