Host, You're Targeted

In the morning of the first day of the sports meeting, except for the opening ceremony, which was a personal event, a class of students left behind after playing for a while. The others all went to the side of the track to cheer on the students who participated in the 100m and 200m sprint.

The base camp of class 9 is in the middle of the football field near the runway. When Xia Cifeng leads a group of brothers and sisters to occupy the best refueling position at the edge of the track, he accidentally glances at the base camp of class 9, but he doesn't see Sheng Yinzhou.

Where did he go?

Xia Cifeng looked around the runway again, but still couldn't find Sheng Yinzhou's figure.

The competition started soon. Xia Zifeng patted the monitor on the shoulder and said hello to the monitor as soon as he saw the students in the class finish the competition and left.

"Brother Feng! The roll call will be held at 11:20! "

Xia Zifeng waved his hand to show that he knew, and ran to the stairs out of the football field while no one was playing on the track.

His intuition told him that Sheng Yinzhou would not be on the playground.

Although Sheng Yinzhou is a very slow-moving person, he will still be present when he is needed. However, the students in class 9 have no competition, so most of them are sitting in the base camp. Sheng Yinzhou is from the neighboring city, and he has few friends here. In addition, he is used to walking with a single wolf, and there is no matter that he will go to cheer the students in other classes.

He is too cold to do such a thing.

Therefore, Xia Zifeng racked his brains to come up with two possibilities: Sheng Yinzhou was sitting alone in the class while everyone was refuelling, or he found a place far away from the crowd to hide.

Because Sheng Yinzhou didn't seem to attach so much importance to grades and rankings, so in these two kinds of possibilities, Xia's diction was inclined to the latter, but to be on the safe side, he went to the classroom first.

Xia Cifeng ran to the third floor between the Jinbang building and the Title Building, and found that there was a person studying in class 9, but not Sheng Yinzhou.

The view of Jinbang building is very good, so Xia Cifeng runs back to his own class on the fourth floor. He touches a box of colorful straws from his desk and looks down from the window.

In fact, the senior high school of Lucheng middle school is very large. Xia Cifeng looks at it from the window for a while, then goes back to the corridor through the classroom and stands in front of the railing for a long time.

A minute later, he pinched the box of straws in his coat pocket, turned and ran down the stairs.

In front of the third grade teaching building is the multimedia exhibition hall. Next to the exhibition hall is a very long wooden flower gallery. At the end of the gallery there is a pavilion and a small pond.

When the first year of high school was just beginning, Xia Cifeng swayed there. The football field was the farthest, the environment was more secluded and the scenery was very good. It was a good place for romance or reading books and newspapers.

There is a golden osmanthus planted beside the flower gallery. The late October Citigroup is about to end. But when the summer wind passes through the flower Gallery, it still smells a strong fragrance of osmanthus.

Sweet scented osmanthus is not greasy, known as the fragrance of ten miles, mixed in the humid and cold air in late autumn, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

The wooden flower gallery is built on the top of the small pond, with gurgling water underneath.

When Xia Cifeng walked up the flower Gallery, he heard the creaking sound of the wood under his feet. A golden fish swam to his feet and was covered by the board. However, as soon as he looked up, he saw the Sheng Yin boat sitting in the pavilion at the end of the flower gallery.