Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The moment Tang Xia stood on the starting line, Tang Xia was in a daze.

There are four girls in each class of the women's 5,000 meters, and there are ten classes in the second grade, so there are a total of forty contestants. Because the 5,000 meters is an endurance run, and the school also knows that girls should spend a long time on this event, so just in case there is a delay, not only the race is scheduled for the last race on the first day, but only one race is scheduled. Group.

So forty girls huddled together in a mighty way, constantly leaning towards the inner road, just to save a few meters from running.

Tang Xia came late, and was not in the mood to compete with others for a seat. She just stayed quietly outside the runway, her expression still blank.

"Tang Xia, squeeze over here!" The three girls in the same class called her inside, beckoning, "Let's run together!"

She raised her eyes and saw the backs of girls' heads and ponytails all covered in darkness. She could only hear voices, but could not see anyone.

"Everyone on your marks, get ready—"

The referee teacher blew the whistle again, repeating the sentence that he said more than ten times today.

He raised the hand holding the starting gun, and Tang Xia was startled suddenly, and his consciousness that had been floating all the time came back in an instant.

"boom!"

She didn't have time to look for Han Yu, and she didn't have time to take a look at the young man who could always make her feel at ease, when a gunshot exploded in her ears.

In the next second, all the classmates around him ran out, not fast, but accidentally bumped into Tang Xia.

The girl staggered and had to take a step to start her 5,000 meters.

Tang Xia's heart beat so fast that she could feel the frequency of the heart vibrating in her chest, which was almost unbearable for herself.

Boom, boom, boom—

Every time, it felt like hitting hard with a hammer, until suddenly, she heard a familiar voice approaching little by little.

"Run slowly, don't rush to catch up with them."

Tang Xia was startled, and slowly turned her head.

Han Yu was already behind her at some point, with his arms swaying slightly, he said in a low voice while adjusting his breathing.

"Han Yu..." she whispered softly.

The hesitation of not being able to find him just now turned into unreasonable peace of mind at the moment, which made Tang Xia calm down all of a sudden.

It seemed that it wasn't a competition at the moment, but just a repetition of Han Yu leading her around the playground after school a few days ago.

The boy is different from ten minutes ago.

I don't know where he went to get a pink rubber band for girls, and tied a small braid on the top of his forehead. It hopped and jumped with his running movements, a little playful and a little cute.

Tang Xia suddenly laughed.

She was at the back of the team, and after the first corner, she opened the gap with the others. Han Yu chased after her, easily running on the outside of her, walking side by side.

There was a commotion in the crowd of onlookers.

Half of them were surprised that Han Yu ran 5,000 meters among the girls, and the other half were obsessed with Han Yu's new hairstyle, which was more beautiful than school beauty.

He has always been cold and aloof, but now this little braid has completely subverted the image he has maintained for nearly two years.

It turned out that the male **** was cute, and he was handsome in another way.

But the fly in the ointment is that this hairstyle completely exposed Han Yu's forehead. The scar on his forehead was only faintly visible at first, but now, it is completely visible to everyone.

Some people whispered about what happened to Han Yu's injury, some regretted that the most perfect male **** had a blemish on his face, and some firmly stated that the male **** who can hold any hairstyle is still a male god.

However, the person involved didn't care, he devoted himself to the competition, and regarded the women's 5,000 meters as an event that he actively signed up for.

He said—"Tang Xia, I'll run with you, are you still afraid?"

The sound is very small, just enough for two people to hear clearly.

The girl lowered her head slightly, staring at her alternate steps, then smiled and replied, "I'm not afraid, but you must run with me to the end."

Han Yu tilted his head, the breath around her was not disturbed, the profile of her side face was soft but not delicate, half of her eyes were covered by the shattered hair blown by the wind, leaving only the curled eyelashes that kept flapping, engraving a touch of just him Can read the arc.

It stands to reason that Han Yu's physical strength is much better than Tang Xia's, but when she started to pant, he also felt a little tired. It may be because of the two 400-meter runs in the morning, Han Yu's legs and feet were tired, and his steps seemed heavy.

Tang Xia didn't realize it, because she herself was extremely tired, and she didn't have the strength to turn her head to look at Han Yu, let alone speak. The two ran in silence until the boy broke the atmosphere, adjusted his breath and asked Tang Xia, "Are you tired? Can you persevere?"

It was fine if he didn't say anything, but Tang Xia's steps softened when he said it, "I'm tired, I really want to go..." Her voice was weak, as if she was speaking in a breathy voice.

No matter where Tang Xia went, there were people watching the game around him. The words they discussed were very complicated, which caused headaches in the ears. Then Tang Xia compared her torment again, she was really depressed.

"You can't stop," Han Yu frowned, and said seriously, "If you stop, it will be difficult for Tang Xia to run again." He raised his head and took a deep breath.

The wind in the afternoon was very cool, and it was very refreshing when it blew on people's faces, but it was a bit throat-cut when it was poured into the throat.

"How many laps do we still have..." Tang Xia's voice became weaker and weaker, her head was dizzy, and she felt a little dark in front of her eyes.

Han Yu didn't count it himself, but judging from the speed of the large troop ahead who had obviously slowed down, it should have exceeded four laps.

Probably reached Tang Xia's limit.

"It's already halfway," Han Yu didn't think much, and lied, "Don't give up on Tang Xia."

"But Han Yu..." She opened her eyes, but she always felt that she couldn't see the road clearly. It was so dark that she couldn't even see the facial features of other people's faces. "Han Yu, I'm dizzy, I'm sick..."

The boy kept cheering up the girl, "Then can you hear my voice? Can I talk to you? Listen, I will talk."

"Okay..." Tang Xia replied in a low voice.

She seemed to be blindfolded and thrown into the sea. She couldn't see or feel anything. She felt powerless and just wanted to hold on to something to support herself.

Han Yu's voice is the only belief at this moment.

"What do you want to hear?"

Unlike Tang Xia who lowered his head and mechanically repeated arm swings, the boy kept his face up and breathed heavily. He knew that running should be inhaled through the nose and exhaled through the mouth, but because he had to speak, the adjustment of his breath had been completely messed up, which was not an ordinary consumption of physical strength.

"Shall I tell you about some of the stupid things that Qihui did before?" Han Yu was short of breath, but tried to control the stability of his voice, "I remember one time, let's go..."

Qi Hui sneezed for no reason.

And Han Yu, like a patient and responsible coach, whispered in Tang Xia's ear.

Over and over again, Han Yu said the same stupid thing from beginning to end.

Until the two of them ran from the end of the team to the head of the team.

Han Yu looked up, just in time to see Mr. Luo giving him a thumbs up and shouting—

"It's the last lap! Come on, Tang Xia, come on, Han Yu!"