return to the third grade

Chapter 204

Ling Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand and rubbed her chin. When Yue Pingjun was not around Brother Zhen, he was still a very normal and attractive big boy. He would not say that his personal demeanor was concealed when he was with Jiang Zizhuo all day long. Someone like him It's also normal, after all, turnips and vegetables have their own preferences.

Ling Xiaoxiao twitched the corners of her lips, thinking that with Brother Zhen next to her, she wondered how Yue Pingjun would treat his classmates. The thought of watching Ling Xiaoxiao when there was excitement made her feel happy.

"Who will do the logistics in your class for Jiang's 200-meter final in the afternoon?" The short-haired girl asked another question.

"It should be He Wenwen. Everyone in the class knows about Jiang's thoughts. She should be the one who came this afternoon." Leaving aside Yue Pingjun, the girl with the oval face spoke very neatly.

"These two school grasses in your class are very popular. I don't know who can take them down in the end. The girls in our school should not let them go to college alone." The short-haired girl started a new round of teasing.

Ling Xiaoxiao was listening to others talking about Jiang Zizhuo and Yue Pingjun, and she didn't know what kind of feeling it was. She frowned and thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't find the exact words to describe it, but there was still something in her heart that belonged to others. Coveted discomfort.

The [-]-meter final for the third grade of junior high school was soon over. The volunteers sent by each class and the staff of the student union, together with the physical education teacher, were nervously counting the final results and rankings.

The students who had finished the competition gradually left with the logistics sent by the class. Without the noisy junior high school children, Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly felt no headache, and the air seemed to be a little fresher.

When it came to the high school group, the first one was the [-]-meter final for the first-year girls. Ling Xiaoxiao watched from a distance a tall and blurry figure at the other end of the track stretching his arms and legs to warm up. She still couldn't help laughing. My brother is really tall, like a boy mixed into the girls' team. . .

After finishing the statistics here, we raised the flag towards the starting line, and instructed the students participating in the competition to prepare when they received the signal. Among the eight girls, only Brother Zhen and another girl used a very standard squatting style, and the other girls all It's a very unprofessional half-squatting body, and the work is done by moving the legs forward and backward.

As soon as the starting gun was fired, all the classes in the senior year group surrounding the rostrum made loud noises. No one in the class participated in the finals, and they all tried their best to give a shout to the eight people on the field. Of course, With Brother Zhen's charm, he also received the most cheers.

Girls who use the same starting posture as Brother Zhen also start at a very fast speed. The two of them following Brother Zhen have always been on par. They reached the finish line almost at the same time. However, Brother Zhen still has the advantage of long legs, so let’s take the first step Crossed the key line and won No.1 in the women's [-]m in the high group.

Seeing Brother Zhen running over, Ling Xiaoxiao hurried over to wrap a big towel around her. Brother Zhen quickly hid aside when he saw Ling Xiaoxiao's movements, she was sweating all over, wouldn't it be hot to wrap this die. . .

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't force Brother Zhen either, she just came over and poked her leg, then grinned: "It's very beautiful."

Brother Zhen really wants to flick her bangs, who makes heroes in TV dramas like to use this kind of action when they pretend to be handsome, but unfortunately, her head is covered with sweat, and her bangs are sticking to her forehead wetly. I flicked it, and not a single hair flew up.

"That's right, Brother Zhen, I've practiced before." As she spoke, she also posed in a classic pose of a bodybuilder, and Ling Xiaoxiao bent over and rubbed her stomach happily.

Ling Xiaoxiao is not considered the logistics of Class Nine, it's just that Brother Zhen has a project and she's fine, so she came to join in the fun, but Liu Haitao, based on the principle of making the best use of everything, asked her to take care of the students in the class who participated in the men's final, so , even if Brother Zhen finished running, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't leave.

Thinking of waiting for the story that Yue Pingjun had to tell about the logistics of their class, Ling Xiaoxiao kindly invited Brother Zhen to wait for the male students in the class to finish running and go back together. Brother Zhen doesn't care, she is doing the running Stretching after finishing, for a person like her who exercises all year round, warm-up and stretching are two indispensable links, and no corners can be cut.

The starting gun sounded again on the opposite side. Ling Xiaoxiao was a good boy and still cared about the honor of the class, so she hurriedly found a place with a good view to watch the game. Although Zheng Tian, ​​the deputy monitor of Class Nine, was tall and big, he had two He has long legs, but he hasn't practiced after all, and he was left behind by the few people in front just after running halfway.

As expected, the No. 1 of the men in the senior group was won by the kid Yue Pingjun. The kid just crossed the finish line and wanted to show off to Brother Zhen, but was stopped by the oval-faced little girl in the class.

The little girl looked at him affectionately: "Student Yue, drink some water, your throat is very dry after running."

The smile on Yue Pingjun's face froze. They were all classmates in the class. He couldn't imitate Jiang Zizhuo's cold expression towards everyone, so even if he was afraid that Brother Zhen would misunderstand him, he still took the water very well and gave it to him. thank.

The little girl looked at Yue Pingjun, and the friendship on her face became more and more obvious: "Student Yue, running [-] meters is very hard. Students like us who are not good at sports can't participate in these events. They can do logistics, but they can run The first classmate Yue brought water and clothes, I am still very happy."

The campus atmosphere of No. [-] Middle School is open, so boys and girls dare to talk, and they dare to pursue someone they like boldly. They don’t have to worry about whether teachers will find their parents. This kind of campus atmosphere, although there will be a few in each session. One student affected his study because he was obsessed with his own thoughts, but more of them cultivated the choices of the eighth middle school students for the future.

This kind of atmosphere allows students to reflect on what is more important in life and what kind of things should be done at what stage in life. Therefore, when there is a conflict with learning, many things can be put aside, but there is no In times of conflict, many things can be done freely, just like now, the little girl is almost drooling at Yue Pingjun's tender face with red lips and white teeth.

Yue Pingjun was somewhat embarrassed towards this girl. If it was normal, he would be able to fool this girl away if he had a big belly, and she would be very happy if he could fool her, but if Brother Zhen was by the side, he suddenly felt that nothing was right. It's very suitable, he looks slick, and he doesn't want to be seen by Brother Zhen at all.Therefore, Yue Pingjun was a little embarrassed and kept wiping his forehead and cheeks with a tissue, no matter whether he was sweating or not, he wiped desperately, just to cover up his embarrassment.

Looking at Yue Pingjun's embarrassing actions, Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but smile in her heart. She looked at the two bottles of mineral water that were still alive in her hands, one bottle was stuffed into Zheng Tian's hand, and the other bottle was going to be given to Brother Zhen.

(End of this chapter)