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The next day of the sports meeting, the relay race of the whole school was about to start.

Lvcheng middle school has such a long-standing tradition: before the start of the relay race, students in each class will move the table and stool to the side of the track. In addition to the individual students and athletes left behind in the base camp, most of the students in the class will gather around the table and stool to form a small refueling camp temporarily. As for the position of this camp, it depends on which class moved the table and occupied the position before the relay race started.

Every year, the relay race is carried out in turn in senior one, senior two and senior three. Therefore, in the matter of occupying the refueling camp, the students in the same class of senior one, senior two and senior three will have a magical tacit understanding.

What's going on

"The male relay race of senior one will start immediately. Please come to the registration office to prepare for the relay race..."

After the sound of reporting on the radio, a class camp waiting at the end of the runway raised class cards one after another. For example, on the table of class 19 of senior high school, which is nearest to the terminal, three male students are holding the class cards of class 19, class 29, class 39 from left to right. Even the class flags used by senior three students in running exercises have been borrowed.

Xia Cifeng took Sheng Yinzhou's shoulder and stood in the rear of this camp, and put the half bitten straw sugar in his hand into his mouth again, "that's the same thing."

Sheng Yinzhou looked at the silver class card that was shining in the sun, nodded and gave a long "ah" sound, "so it is! I also said that senior one students come here to borrow class cards for what

"Because it's going to be a little more powerful." Xia Cifeng pointed to the standing on the stool, especially the abrupt product, and motioned to Sheng Yinzhou: "otherwise, why would the monitor stand there to cheer on the children of senior one? It's all for the sake of rising momentum, and the children of the next grade will help us to refuel. "

Sheng Yinzhou nodded, or "ah".

Xia Cifeng looked at him with a straw in his mouth. He was slightly looking up at the class cards of the three classes held high by the three boys and the class next to him. From time to time, small white spots flashed in the dark brown pupils.

"Brother Zhou." Xia Cifeng poked his hand into Sheng Yinzhou's mouth, which was not consciously turned up. "I said that you are a sophomore in senior high school. How could it be like the first time you participated in a sports meeting? This is the tradition of our school

Sheng Yinzhou turned his head and looked at him with a smile, "is that right? But I was the one who didn't fit in with the group when I held the sports meeting last year. When everyone went to refuel, I was the one who stayed at the base camp. I kept reading in the pavilion all the time, or did you step on the "creaky" and "crunchy" boards to find it, didn't you? I was It's just people who are not very gregarious

The late autumn sun shines on Sheng Yin Zhou's face. The cold and humid wind has been patted coldly in their ears. At that moment, Xia Cifeng felt a little pain in his heart.

Yeah, how did he forget? Even if Sheng Yinzhou is in love with him now, he usually spoils him and coaxes him, but in other people's eyes, he is still the one who doesn't fit in with others.

He could get along with everyone, but how could he forget that Sheng Yinzhou was the only one around him from the beginning to the end.

Sheng Yinzhou realized what was wrong in her words after the sudden silence of Xia Cifeng.

The sound of the starting gun pulled Xia Zifeng out of guilt. He looked up and saw Sheng Yinzhou bow his head and lean his head against it.

"But it's not the same now." Sheng Yinzhou said word by word slowly, "now I have you with me."