After rebirth, I have an extra sister

Chapter 146

Sprint events such as 200 meters and 400 meters will always be popular events in the school sports meeting, taking into account both speed and passion.

Halfway through, among the eight runways, the remaining six can be ignored. The only suspense is between Song Ci on the first runway and Qiao Liang on the eighth runway.

The atmosphere at the scene reached its peak, cheering and shouting were endless.

In a situation like this, either help both, or neither.

An Ting actually planned to cheer for both of them, but he watched too concentratedly, and no one cheered in the end.

The screen returns to the runway.

While running, Song Ci glanced at Qiao Liang from the corner of her eye, bit her lips involuntarily, and thought: No way, this person is faster than me...

Before the game, besides self-confidence, Song Ci also had self-knowledge.

After all, the girl is not a sports student. She has thought about it - after entering the second year of high school, she will not be able to guarantee her advantage in sports. After all, the sports class trains every day.

however.

That was a sophomore in high school, and I am only a freshman now.

In the school sports meeting in junior high school, she never lost to any girl, at least in the running event.

At this moment, a sense of frustration arises spontaneously.

For the first time in my life, I met a strong enemy.

Do not!
I haven't lost yet!

If it was so easy to admit defeat, then she would not be Song Ci.

Including An Ting, everyone else is watching me, how can I lose? !
Although she was a little behind, she was confident in turning defeat into victory when she was about to reach the final sprint stage and the straight-line stage.

Unlike Song Ci, who was full of drama, Qiao Liang didn't think about anything, just enjoying the sports competition quietly, like an osmanthus flower blooming in late autumn.

The final straight-line sprint stage is about to usher in.

The atmosphere on the scene was pushed to the highest point.

"Come on! Song Ci!"

"Qiao Liang! Duck!"

Amidst the cheers from the fan groups of both sides, Song Ci gritted her teeth and broke out with amazing perseverance. She exerted her strength again and overtook Qiao Liang.

At the moment of surpassing, Song Ci smiled, and his desire to win was greatly satisfied-I won, although it was a bit unexpected, but I really won.

After overtaking, there is no more suspense.

Song Ci won by two seconds.

Two seconds, this is already an overwhelming victory in the 200-meter race where every second counts.

overestimated that girl...

It turns out that there is only explosive power and no endurance at all.

Song Ci's pretty face was flushed, dripping with sweat, she bent her knees slightly, and rested quietly at the finish line.

When the audience was cheering for Song Ci's victory, she turned her head, intending to look at Qiao Liang as a victor, expecting to see him defeated.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't the girl with short hair who was frustrated and unwilling to meet her eyes. She was covering her feet and squatting on the ground in pain.

The other party... seems to have a cramp.

The smile on Song Ci's face gradually froze.

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In the next second, another unexpected figure appeared.

It was Anting.

He has been watching the game all the time, so he can see it clearly - before Song Ci took the lead, Qiao Liang was actually preparing to use his strength for the second time. The moment he exerted his strength, his whole body froze. Although he would not fall, his speed dropped rapidly up.

Obviously, the girl has cramp.

An Ting didn't think to come up to help at first, it wasn't because she wasn't enthusiastic, but because she didn't know if this girl had better friends, so don't rush to show her courtesy.

Anyway, it's a boy.

Men and women are different.

After waiting for a while, the boys in Class B of Senior One were a little hesitant, wanting to come up to help, but they were too afraid; while the girls didn't seem to understand how to deal with cramps.

Only then did the boy stand up, walked up to the girl, and complained, "I told you not to do warm-up exercises well, you'll have cramp."

"Hiss...you're so annoying!" Qiao Liang didn't even have time to raise her head, she just squatted down and complained.

Seeing this, An Ting knelt down and faced the short-haired girl face to face, and said in a tone of impatience mixed with tenderness: "Take off your shoes, straighten your legs, and I'll stretch your muscles for you."

"Oh…"

Following the boy's instructions, Qiao Liang, who has always been restless, sat obediently on the lawn and stretched her legs. She was wearing red running shorts, and her slender and slightly skinny legs were perfectly presented. In fact, a little more flesh would look better, but Already attractive enough.

"My leg hurts and I can't take off my shoes."

"I'll help you."

"it is good."

An Ting helped her take off her shoes, revealing her black socks.

There is nothing unsuitable for children, and even partial contact is through socks.

Even so, it still makes many boys envious.

At such a close distance, Qiao Liang quietly looked at the young man who was stretching himself. It was very painful at first, but it gradually disappeared.

Under the scorching sun, sweat oozed from the boy's face, and under the action of gravity, it pooled on his chin, dripped on the girl's calf, and seemed to drip into the heart lake, causing ripples.

The delicate body trembled slightly.

"Ah..." Qiao Liang couldn't help making a strange sound.

An Ting thought she hurt her, and asked concerned: "Are you okay?"

Qiao Liang was as careless as ever, and would not hide the girl's thoughts at all, and said truthfully: "It's the first time a boy touches the soles of his feet, and I'm a little shy, giggling..."

"Heh, I've known you for half a semester, and I haven't seen you shy yet."

"No, it's the first time we're in a double row at an Internet cafe. After you left, I'm so ashamed!"

"Uh...skip this topic."

"Giggle."

at the same time.

Not far away, looking at this scene, Song Ci inevitably felt a little complicated. He obviously won, but he was not very happy, and even a little depressed.

On the one hand, it's the lack of force to win. If this girl doesn't have cramps, I can't win; on the other hand, seeing An Ting treat other girls so well, the family members seem to be jealous.

"Boring, I knew I wouldn't participate."

……

then.

The school sports meeting in the morning is drawing to a close.

An Ting and Qiao Liang basically stayed together, mainly because there was no one else.

Song Ci and Bao Weiwei went to take pictures together. The former won No. 200 in the 1-meter high school girl. He must have a gold medal, and taking pictures is inevitable.

Senior sister Lin Yong came to find Gao Fei.

Zhu Jiajun was probably preparing for the men's 3000 meters in the afternoon. He was a little nervous and didn't know where he went.

An Ting and Qiao Liang didn't go anywhere, they leaned on the slope full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, holding a bottle of drink, passing the time and chatting casually.

"Little Wai, I found something." An Ting rarely used a straw to drink, and basically poured it backwards, quite proudly.

At this moment, I took a can of Coke and took a sip.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Liang also likes to drink Feichai Happy Water, holding a can of Coke in his hand.

"I see you're always alone."

This girl seems to be very popular, but she is actually alone. Like when she had cramps just now, many people surrounded her, but no one was particularly close.

"Maybe...but not without friends."

"E.g?"

Hearing this, Qiao Liang looked at An Ting with sincere eyes.

After a long time, An Ting realized later, "Oh..."

me?

"Brother Ting, didn't you ask me why I got so close to you last time? I said there are two reasons. The first one is that I think you are very interesting, like schizophrenia; the second is actually... want to have sex with you friend."

Since the first meeting, An Ting has always felt that Qiao Liang is an unfathomable, mysterious, fairy-like girl, and has been trying to figure out what this girl is thinking.

Why is she approaching me?

What is her purpose?
At this moment, An Ting realized that he had overcomplicated things - is there a possibility that he just wants to be friends with you.

Humans are really strange animals. After staying in a complex environment for a long time, they suddenly come to a simple environment and become self-diverted instead.

Looking back now, the second resurrection coin in life, the young man has never believed in any "strangers", Song Ci, Gao Fei, Bao Weiwei, Zhu Jiajun, Gu Xueli, Brother Chuan...these are all people who knew the basics in the previous life .

He, may be a person living in the past.

Qiao Liang is a person who lives in the present.

Qiao Liang is a magical girl. I don't know if it's her intention or she's not good at hiding her emotions. She always treats people with sincerity, never beats around the bush when she speaks and does things, and is basically super straight.

As if responding to the girl's frankness, An Ting was not hypocritical, and said honestly: "To tell the truth, I thought you had a crush on me for a while."

A girl leans on a boy every day, and she has a crush on him.

"Pfft...hahaha." Upon hearing this, Qiao Liang held her belly and laughed loudly, wiping her tears while laughing. After a while, she stopped smiling, turned her face, tilted her head under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and watched The young man, with the utmost sincerity in his eyes, said: "I will not have a crush on others, never will, because I will tell him directly if I like someone."

There is no secret love, only open love.

"Hey..." An Ting was a little surprised.

"Hehehe, I don't like brother Ting for the time being. When I like you, I will tell you, and there may never be that day... Okay, let's get here first, I want to go back to the art room to draw, bye bye~"

"Well, goodbye."

then.

In the autumn wind, the short-haired girl followed the direction of the light, walked towards the top of the ramp, reached the highest point, turned her head quietly, glanced at the boy who was still leaning on the railing, and then looked at her own feet.

Maybe it's because the sports bra is too tight, it's a bit stuffy.

　I actually want to change it to single change
　　
　
(End of this chapter)