My girlfriend is Ying Lili

"There is still a competition." Hashima Kiyosuke sighed. "Teacher, hurry up and support everyone."

There is nothing to say next.

The "sacrifice" of sports festivals originally meant activities and celebrations. Compared with the sports meets in the celestial dynasty, sports festivals have a lot less focus on winning and losing, and they are mainly based on play.

For example, the carton big challenge, use a spoon to scoop a ping pong ball with a spoon, and the bread-eating contest-a piece of bread is carried on a bamboo pole. The contestants can only jump up and eat with their mouths. If you run back to the finish line, you win.

Kiyosuke Hashima felt quite ashamed, but others had a great time, and the voice of the support group was also very loud.

One day just passed by in a hurry.

In a blink of an eye it was evening.

Falling into the afterglow, the sports festival has also come to an end.

Although the total score of the class did not get the first place, it also got the second place of the grade. Then everyone in the class, including the instructor, took a group photo together in the classroom. The atmosphere was quite lively. Laughing, very happy.

Kiyosuke Hashima is happy, but he has not yet reached the point of laughing happily, but for him, the sports festival this year in high school should be a bright day in his memory.

After the hustle and bustle.

Kiyosuke Hashima was about to go back to the apartment. He just walked downstairs and suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.

"Hashima-san, wait a minute."

A girl with a high ponytail chased after her.

"Squad leader?"

Kiyosuke Hashima looked over in surprise.

"Huh..." The class leader sighed slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "It's been a hard work this year, and the sports festival next year will ask Hashima-san to work harder."

Hashima Kiyosuke was startled: "What do you mean?"

"If Hashima students sign up for all the projects this year, our class might get the first place."

Hey, the sports festival focuses on participation, don't be so strong in winning or losing!And almost all competitions are group activities, such as multi-person rope skipping, 100-foot running, etc. It is really not very useful to be strong alone.

"That, class leader." Kiyosuke Hashima reminded euphemistically, "You need to be reclassified in the third grade?"

"Eh?"

Student Takagi blinked, clenched a fist with his right hand, tapped on his head lightly, and stuck out the tip of his tongue, with a delicate tone: "Sorry, I forgot."

Kiyosuke Hashima smiled and said warmly:

"I have no credit, the monitor is the hardest person."

This sentence is sincere and not a compliment. The sports festival school does not matter, and the students will send down the schedule. Class mobilization, logistics support, and all aspects are the task of the monitor. It is really good to be able to handle everything in an orderly manner.

Seeing Hashima Kiyosuke's profile face in the sunset, the smile on the boy's face was warm and kind, his eyes were clear and bright, and his thoughtful and gentle words, the heartbeat of the high school classmates involuntarily increased for half a beat, and only felt that his cheeks were hot. Live and bow your head.

"No, nothing, it's all things I should do..."

The air quieted down briefly.

"By the way, dad didn't bother you, right?"

Kiyosuke Hashima was startled, and said in surprise, "Coach Takagi is your father?"

"That's right." The squad leader quickly returned to nature, pursing his lips and grinning, "Dad knew that Hashima and I were in the same class, so let me try to do Hashima’s work... Well, that’s it. Hashima-classmates don't have to be difficult, just follow the heart."

"Thank you, monitor."

Kiyosuke Hashima thanked him politely.

"That..." The class leader blinked, his eyes bright, "If we are still in the same class next year, the sports festival invites Hashima-san to go all out."

"It is incumbent."

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded and agreed, and suddenly felt a sharp gaze fall on his back.

"stare--"

Ying Lili narrowed her eyes, her eyes hesitating.

"What are the sister-in-law and the monitor talking about?"

"Two people talk and laugh and seem to be very happy... When did the relationship get so good?"

Seeing Hashima Kiyosuke turned his head and looked this way, Ying Riri snorted, looked back, and turned away.

As soon as she walked out of the school gate, Ying Lili heard footsteps behind her.

"The squad leader just came to be a lobbyist..."

Kiyosuke Hashima walked to Takari, slowed down, and explained the situation just now.

Ying Lili put her hands on her chest without squinting.

"Don't explain to me, I'm not interested at all."

If you are not interested, then immediately interrupt, don't wait for yourself to finish talking!

"Yes Yes."

Kiyosuke Hashima held back his smile and nodded in agreement.

"Why are you laughing?"

Ying Lili showed her little tiger teeth and came over in embarrassment.

If this sister-in-law dares to say that he is jealous, he will be dead!

"Sports festival got the second place with good results. It is normal to laugh when you encounter happy things?"

Kiyosuke Hashima didn't rush and gave an excuse.

"whispering sound."

Ying Riri half-squinted her eyes, "You shut up, don't talk to me."

Stepping on the sunset, the two walked back together, and the shadows gradually stretched on the ground.

"Did you not ride a bicycle today?" Kiyosuke Hashima asked.

"I don't ride every day. It's tiring to push uphill."

Kiyosuke Hashima nodded slightly: "That's just right."

"What are you doing?"

Zhai Li suddenly became alert.

"Remember when you hit the wall on your bicycle last semester and then repaired the car?"

"It's not hitting the wall, it's on the telephone pole." Ying Lili recalled quickly and couldn't help but vomit, "Obviously, it was to avoid the children who were running around. In the end, you still murdered me."

"Sorry, I was wrong, please forgive me."

"Humph, it's too late to apologize now." Zhai Li turned his head and hummed, "Death sentence."

"The sentence is too heavy." Kiyosuke Hashima sighed, "I want to appeal."

"Sorry, you have been deprived of your political rights and you have no right to appeal."

"Remember that little river, right?" Kiyosuke Hashima looked at Taekiri, "I have been busy for a day and my feet are a bit painful. Let's go bubble feet together."

Ying Lili squinted her eyes and looked wary: "Just soak your feet?"

Kiyosuke Hashima was curious: "What do you want to do besides soaking your feet?"

"Pooh!"

...

The sun is setting.

The tired bird came home.

Kiyosuke Hashima and Taekiri soon came to the small river where they had soaked in the early summer. The water was sparkling, and it seemed that there had not been any change.

The evening style by the river is cool outside.

There are a lot of people playing by the river, and when you look up, you can see several elementary school students floating by the river.

"Michiliu seems to like to float in the water." Ying Lili looked at the children and said, "If Michi stays here, she should be able to play with those children?"

With Mizhiliu's character, the possibility of becoming the king of children is indeed very high.

Kiyosuke Hashima bent down to pick up a few stones, and handed them to Taekiri: "Try it out?"

"No."

"Haven't played before?"

"How could it be possible that when I was a child, I used to float on the beach, not this kind of river."

Ying Lili snorted softly, and turned out to be a rock, with an eager expression on her face, "I will throw it to you now."

then……

"Puff."

The sound of the stone entering the water sounded, and the small stone slammed into the water, splashing a splendid spray in the sunset, but the number of hits was zero.

It’s not just throwing rocks into the water.

"hateful!"

Ying Lili gritted her teeth lightly, consciously unable to hold her face, "I accidentally slipped my hand just now...give me another stone."

"Row."

Ying Lili held her breath and looked serious. After brewing for a while, she threw the stone in her hand again.

So stupid.

too stupid.

The hands and feet are not coordinated at all. Fortunately, if you didn't play with Michiru, you would definitely be laughed at!

"Pl...Plp."

Seeing the rock that sank after being bounced twice on the water surface, Kiyosuke Hashima silently gave an evaluation.

"...There is a lot of room for improvement."

In the evening breeze came the cheerful laughter of the pupils.

"Stop playing!"

Ying Lili's face flushed with anger, and was ridiculed by a group of elementary school students.

"I'm going back."

When I arrived at the river, I naturally wouldn't let Takuri go back like this. Kiyosuke Hashima grabbed Yinglili's little hand and said, "Let's go, soak your feet."

Following the memory, Kiyosuke Hashima found the place where he sat last time. He sat down first, then reached out and patted the ground: "Sit down."

"What if there are bugs?"

Ying Riri stretched out her hand to cover the skirt, bent over and sat down, then untied the laces of her sneakers and bent the stockings off her legs.

"Well……"

Carefully stretched his feet into the river water, the cold river water overflowed the feet, making Ying Lili involuntarily let out a satisfying hum.

Although the sports festival that Ying Lili participated in was only a tug-of-war competition, when there was no competition, she could not sit in the shade of the trees. Instead, she ran around and shouted for cheer as a support team. It can be said that she is equally tired. I stretched my feet into the river, and felt tired and painful and disappeared.

"how do you feel?"

Kiyosuke Hashima turned to look at Taekiri, and asked gently.

"Hey, just so-so..."

Ying Lili naturally didn't want to admit his true thoughts. While humming, she took off the stockings on her other foot and put her foot in the creek.

The river is quite clear.

But the skin of the pear is whiter.

Kiyosuke Hashima looked down into the river, and saw that under the clear water, Takari's feet were dazzlingly white, and his ten toes were still shaking naughty, obviously in a good mood.