Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Tang Xia turned her head to look at Han Yu, and asked in a low voice, "Are you still interested in relay running?"

Han Yu wrinkled his nose, "Not interested."

"Then you are so active?" She knew he was not interested.

"I'm interested in straw sandals." The boy was leaning against the back of the chair, but when Tang Xia turned to ask himself, he leaned forward and put his head very close to each other.

"What?" Tang Xia was puzzled.

There was a smile on the corner of Han Yu's mouth, and he said calmly: "Your straw sandals are well woven, I want to wear them."

Qi Hui next to him gasped when he heard the words, "Aren't you, are you kidding me?"

Want to wear straw sandals? It's too deceitful!

Fortunately, he still has a lot of inner drama, thinking that Han Yu has changed his sex!

He doesn't want to wear straw sandals!

The straw sandals they made are different from running on the tip of a knife after wearing them!

Tang Xia was stunned, and when she gradually came to her senses, her ears felt a little hot again.

She has become more and more overwhelmed by his words recently.

Brother Song settled the relay runners, and asked Class 6 to form a few collective tug-of-war formations in the open space. In the end, he decided to use a male and a female alternate formation, and the two sides complemented each other, so that the tug-of-war would use more even force .

The number of boys in class six actually has an advantage in this aspect, so Song Ge thinks the odds of winning are pretty good.

When Han Yu pulled Tang Xia in front of him and signaled her to line up, he stood in this position.

Brother Song saw it, but he didn't want to expose it. Following Han Yu's idea, he arranged Tang Xia between Qi Hui and Han Yu.

Teacher Luo and Song Ge will also join the team. He arranges Teacher Luo in the first half, and then suppresses himself in the second half.

I don't know what Tang Xia realized. When she glanced at the back, she found that Ruan Wei was right in front of Song Ge.

I used the lunch break to train a few times. The tug-of-war effect of the sixth class is not bad. The cohesion and explosiveness of the class are relatively strong. It should be no problem to win the fifth class.

After a brief rest for more than ten minutes, the music of the assembly sounded on the radio.

It was still a lengthy speech that kicked off.

The first event of the Peasant Games is the tug-of-war, because after participating in the tug-of-war, students who have performances have to go to the small auditorium to rehearse for tomorrow's report performance, including Zou Ziyu.

The match between Class 5 and Class 6 was the last one, and Class 6 won almost without any suspense.

With an interval of ten minutes in between, class six will compete with class three for the top three positions.

The students are gearing up one by one.

Teacher Luo and Brother Song cheered everyone up, and the students in Class 6 shouted loudly.

Tang Xia tightly grasped the rope in her hand, and pressed her toes against the heels that were back in front, borrowing her strength.

There is an inexplicable sense of honor and mission, with a trace of nervousness.

The young man leaned against her ear and whispered, "Be careful of falling."

In the first match just now, Tang Xia almost stumbled when the opponent was defeated.

"En." Tang Xia agreed, concentrating on it, and clenched her hands even tighter.

The whistle blows and the game begins.

The onlookers waved their flags and shouted, and Tang Xia could even hear Yu Man's shrill voice cheering her on.

The third class on the opposite side reacted very quickly, Tang Xia felt the rope move in the palm of his hand for a moment, and went to the opposite side.

But everyone in class six did not show any weakness, they gritted their teeth and pushed their weight back.

The rope was stretched as hard as a steel bar.

Tang Xia heard Qi Hui in front of him utter a dirty word, probably because he had exhausted all his strength, she could even see the blue veins in his neck.

The two sides were at a stalemate, and Brother Song gritted his teeth tightly at the end, shouted angrily, and almost fell backwards.

The rope moved slightly in the direction of class six.

All the students involved felt it.

"Pull!" Brother Song suddenly shouted!

The muffled growls of the boys, choked in their throats, all burst out.

"what-"

Tang Xia suddenly felt her hand loosen, and her inertia caused her to fall backwards straight!

Two classes, seventy or eighty people, all fell to the ground!

The ears of wheat hanging from the rope fell into the area of ​​Class 6, and the students of Class 6 who reacted excitedly jumped up from the ground!

Qi Hui cursed, "Damn! I won!"

In an instant, cheers resounded through the sky.

This kind of victory may not be so important and great, but it is enough for the hard-working teenagers at that time to run back and forth.

Excitement has never been so simple.

Tang Xia fell into Han Yu's arms, her palms burning with pain.

The girl's head was just under his chin, and he could rub it as soon as he lowered his head. It was soft and fragrant.

But she was very happy, didn't notice anything, hurriedly got up, half-kneeled on the ground, turned around and grabbed Han Yu's arm, said happily: "We won!"

Han Yu sat on the ground, crossed his long legs, and raised his eyebrows, "Well, I won."

He said that he wanted to arrange Tang Xia's seat ahead of him, otherwise if she fell down, she would fall into someone else's arms.

What a disadvantage.

What a pity.

The boys gave each other high fives and couldn't be happier. Tang Xia followed their example, raised her arms and opened her palms, and said with a smile, "Han Yu, we're coming too."

Her palms were very red with obvious friction marks.

Han Yu frowned, "Did you hurt your hand?"

Tang Xia was taken aback, looked back at herself, and shook her head, "How can I have such thin skin and tender flesh?" She paused, then smiled again, "Come on, give me a high five."

The boy narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of unknown emotion hidden in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, with slender fingers and distinct knuckles.

As perfect as his face.

The palm of the hand was lightly attached to the girl's palm.

Her hands were small and soft, with warm palms, which made Han Yu's heart feel as if he had been hit hard by something, and his face was slightly moved.

Tang Xia didn't realize it, she stood up and hugged Xu Yayao, unable to hide her excitement.

Han Yu was a little lost.

Class 6 successfully squeezed out Class 3 and took a place in the top three.

Because of the principle of "friendship first, competition second", the person in charge of the base did not organize the top three competitions, but awarded certificates to the three winning classes.

Zou Ziyu and his classmates who were going to perform tomorrow left to rehearse in the small auditorium after the competition.

She attached great importance to this show, as if she felt that as long as her dancing was good enough, she could attract Han Yu's attention.

Zou Ziyu has an indescribable attachment to Han Yu.

She actually didn't know why.

Maybe he is good-looking, and among a group of ordinary adolescent boys, he is particularly outstanding.

It may be that he has a different personality, with indifference in his perverseness, and playfulness in his indifference, making him unpredictable.

Such a young man was a pursuit that she could hardly meet again in her entire youth.

I want to follow in his footsteps, I want to approach him slowly, and I look forward to the day when I can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

Since she is also so outstanding, why not try to stand by his side?

Everyone expects that in the most beautiful time, that young man who is like the proud son of heaven can look at him differently.

How boring the campus life is, she is unwilling to be mediocre.