I have special communication skills

Chapter 22 First
Yang Mianmian had no idea that Luo Peipei had already made a small report before she tipped off the news. She happily returned home with the money in her pocket, and even the next day's competition didn't dampen her good mood. Of course, It would be even better if he didn't have to meet Hu Yilin.

Compared with yesterday's windy and sunny day, today the sky is cloudy and the wind is a little cold. Everyone put on school uniforms. The school uniforms are wide, fat and ugly, but the materials are strong and very practical. The school uniforms of Yang Mianmian Junior High School are still the same It is one of her most frequently worn autumn and winter clothes.

At eight o'clock the next day's sports meeting started, first there was the 100-meter final, and then the 800-meter race. Yang Mianmian took the number cloth out of his school bag and put it on, and then he planned to wait on the track.

Teacher Zhang ran over and encouraged her with a smile: "Come on, the ranking is not important, the important thing is to participate."

"Oh."

Yang Mianmian ran with several other classes. When she was getting ready, she smoothed her hair and found that she had forgotten to tie it up with a rubber band. It was too late to go back to get it now, so she could only comb it with her fingers.

"Here." As the most active activist in the class, Zhang Qiao volunteered for the 800 meters, and she gave her a spare rubber band.

Yang Mianmian looked at her for a few seconds, then took it over: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." After Zhang Qiao finished speaking, she turned her head with a rather indifferent expression.

Yang Mianmian felt that she still couldn't understand what the girls in the class thought. Si Xiaowen had no reason to hate her, while Zhang Qiao had an ambiguous attitude. Sometimes she would argue with Si Xiaowen, and sometimes she would act to rob others. The opportunity to speak has happened more than once, but she doesn't put on a posture against her, even if she looks on coldly, she won't speak for her.

Frankly speaking, Zhang Qiao is more incomprehensible than the straightforward Si Xiaowen.

The human heart is indeed the most difficult puzzle to solve.

The gun goes off, and we start running.

Yang Mianmian ran at a leisurely pace, and she was still in the mood to watch the girl running in front of her. Because her breasts were too big, she was bouncing while running, and she held her hands down while running.

She looked a little envious. She heard that the chicken legs in the cafeteria were all injected with hormones, and they would become fat if they ate them. Although she didn't know whether it was true or not, at least they could grow well if they ate well.

Yang Mianmian thought gloomily, she was still wearing a girl's vest and underwear, she was really outrageous.

It was the second lap, and most people were about to start exerting their strength, Yang Mianmian followed everyone's pace and quickened his pace, and kept it for most of the lap.

In the end, she successfully ran to the finish line first, and a few female classmates came to help her. She was startled and dodged. Their hands were hanging there, which was quite embarrassing.

After two seconds, she took a bottle of water from their hands: "Thank you."

They seemed to realize who they were going to help, and they looked at each other, looking somewhat at a loss. Si Xiaowen said in class that anyone who is friends with Yang Mianmian is against her. One of the most famous girls in the No. [-] Middle School, with a backstage family, no one really dared to say anything.

In fact, not everyone hates Yang Mianmian, it's just that their friendship is too shallow. They were just assigned to the first class this semester, and their impression of Yang Mianmian is only as weak as the first in grade. It was necessary to risk offending Si Xiaowen for her sake.

Yang Mianmian can understand their prudence and self-defense. She has no friendship with most of the girls in the class, and is only at the level of classmates, but what is this friendship?She's not sad, and she doesn't feel bad.

In this world, no one would be nice to someone for no reason, that would be too extravagant. Who is willing to be nice to her unconditionally when she grows up so big?
He doesn't even have a biological father, let alone someone else.

Yang Mianmian has long learned not to expect too much.

Teacher Zhang ran over and asked with concern: "How is it? Are you tired? Let's take a walk before sitting down."

"Not tired."

Yang Mianmian untied the knots in her hair and returned them to Zhang Qiao. Turning around, she saw the other people walking with their faces looking like they were about to hang up. They were so tired that they opened their mouths to breathe like a dog. She turned her head and asked, "Is there any bread?" have eaten?"

She only learned yesterday that the school will distribute bread at ten o'clock in the morning and three o'clock in the afternoon, and those who have competitions can get a bag of milk.

Teacher Zhang couldn't help but give her a piece of fresh milk bread and a bag of sweet milk. After Yang Mianmian took a few mouthfuls, she couldn't eat it. After watching for a long time, Teacher Zhang found that she was really blushing and heartbeating. She ran 800 meters away. Rice is like playing, not tired at all.

Yang Mianmian had just finished eating the bread, and before he had time to take a break, the 800-meter prize-giving began.

Standing under the national flag, she was given a useless gold medal and a very high-end notebook.Then 10 points were recorded under the name of their class, yes, the champion can add 10 points, and the class with the highest score has a pennant hanging at the door as an honor.

After receiving the award, Yang Mianmian sneaked away to the cafeteria ahead of time. There were not many people there, only a few teachers here and there. She went to the pastry window and bought two shredded radish pancakes. They tasted quite good.

After lunch, she went to a sunny place to take a nap. Yang Mianmian felt that such a life is what people live. If it wasn't because of the situation, she would not want to go home every night and go to work.

You don’t need a lot of money, just enough is enough. Living comfortably is more important than anything else.This is the principle she has always adhered to. Otherwise, with her ability, it would not be difficult to make a lot of money.

But if you have more money, can you really live happily?That may not be the case.

When she can save enough money, she won't go to work in the convenience store, sleep and eat enough every day, and borrow two novels to read. I don't know how carefree she is.

The first competition in the afternoon was the obstacle run. Yang Mianmian overslept and would not have woken up if the horn hadn't been blared, so she was still rubbing her eyes when she was preparing for the runway.

The obstacles in the obstacle course are hurdles, vaults, somersaults, and a hodgepodge of heights, which are more interesting than competitive, basically just for fun.

In Yang Mianmian's eyes, this is as simple as stepping over a child's building blocks. Some people trip over the hurdles, and there are not a few people who sit on the vault and sit on the mat, but at that time Yang Mianmian had already jumped over. Take the bamboo pole and rush to the finish line.

Teacher Zhang burst into laughter. She never expected that Yang Mianmian would have such a trick. After blowing up everyone in the other classes, the other teachers turned green, and said sourly: "I remember this is your class No. 1 right?"

"Still number one in grade." Teacher Zhang didn't miss any chance to show off, "This kid is good at reading and sports."

Definitely a treasure!When Teacher Zhang was happy, she went to the canteen and bought a bottle of Wangzai milk for Yang Mianmian. She was very kind and loving: "Mianmian, well done, you won No.1 again."

Yang Mianmian: "...hehe."

Of course she is going to take the first place, Yang Mianmian has participated, how can she still take the second place?She can't afford to lose this face herself!Just so proud.

After the 400-meter relay and the two-person three-legged team competition, it will be the teacher's competition. This is the climax of the whole sports meeting. Everyone rushes forward to cheer for the teachers in their class.

Yang Mianmian saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she carried her schoolbag and ran away.

When climbing over the wall, the wall looked helpless: "Mianmian, you skipped class again."

"Today is Sunday." Yang Mianmian was not interested in the sports meeting at all, "I was supposed to rest."

She can only take a break during the day on weekends in a week, but now it's all messed up. She is too tired to talk every day, and today's rest is wasted, but she has to go to work at night, and she is full of grievances.

If it was possible, who wouldn't want to stay in school and enjoy her youth, but who made her fate bad, she had no father or mother, she could only bear any grievances, and crawled home when she was tired.

Thinking about it this way, she didn't even have the strength to go home, so she simply sat leaning against the wall at the back door of the school with her schoolbag in her arms in a daze.

The back door of the school was desolate and remote, and few people came. Yang Mianmian sat dryly for a while, forcing back tears, thinking, no one loves me, what's the use of crying, can there be food for crying?

But although she had worked very hard, she still heard a lot of sobbing. She wiped her face, thinking that she couldn't hold back the tears.

"Strange... I didn't cry." She looked around to find the source of the voice.

The one who was crying was a Toyota car, sobbing and crying non-stop.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Mianmian asked.

It doesn't speak, it just keeps crying. Yang Mianmian is more patient with them than with people: "A tire blew up? Or was the window smashed?"

But the Toyota car just cried and didn't speak.

She asked the road sign next to her, "Whose car is this?"

"It's a school doctor named Hu from your school. He's new here. He's tall, thin, and handsome." Lu Pai answered her question enthusiastically.

It belongs to Hu Yilin.

When Yang Mianmian thought of this, the curiosity in her heart arose again, and she was straightforward about them: "Why are you crying, what happened?"

"No... nothing happened." Toyota replied timidly, "Don't ask, just stay away from him."

Yang Mianmian frowned, it was the first time she encountered such a situation: "Why did you let me avoid it, what does he want to do to me?"

Che said inconsequentially: "He didn't do it on purpose, you should stay away from him."

No matter how Yang Mianmian asked, it was just these few words over and over again, without revealing any valuable clues. She was still trying to find a way, but Hu Yilin had already turned the corner, and happened to see her standing beside his car: "Oh, Yang Mianmian."

She was startled, and immediately turned her head away, her brain turned rapidly, and the surprised expression on her face has not been retracted: "Is this your car?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Hu Yilin didn't let go of any of her subtle expressions.

Yang Mianmian paused, as if a little embarrassed: "It's okay." She looked like a little girl who had been caught, her face was slowly turning red with embarrassment, "I just think it looks pretty."

Her face was blushed by herself, which was a test of acting skills, but in Hu Yilin's eyes, such a beautiful girl, her fair cheeks gradually became blush, how wonderful it is.

If... the face was stained with bright red blood, it would be even more beautiful.

He thought so, and smiled slightly: "Then, do you want to get in the car and I'll take you around?"

(End of this chapter)