I interpret life in Tokyo

Ahhh - this feeling. . .

Bah!

The air gun fired into the sky, and the first shot started to run. The red, blue and white teams gathered around the playground enthusiastically cheered for the running companions in the field with hissing lungs.

Sweat sprinkled on the ground, youth is running forward with your companions.

The second shot starts running.

Rapid breathing, youth is a journey, everyone's journey is different but exciting, choices are different but they are all treasures.

third shot. . .

Enthusiastic cry, youth is held in one's own hands, not only for remembrance, but also for creation.

——Takeda gritted his teeth and handed the baton to the boy, breathlessly said: "Run, Kitahara!"

The boy was trembling all over. At this moment, he was standing in this world with his head on the ground and his feet on the ground.

Youth, the bond between people, has been connected as early as every day in high school.

He took a step forward, swung his arms, and ran forward.

"Beiyuan! Go!"

"Come on, Class B! Come on, Class B!"

"Run with all your strength!"

The boy's glasses flew to the ground due to the large movement, and his untrimmed black hair fluttered in the wind. The boy who had taken off all the shells gritted his teeth and stomped on the ground vigorously.

It turns out that he looks like this without glasses.

The girl clutched her chest, and the boy's gentle voice still echoed in her ears, feeling uncomfortable and painful in her heart. . .But there was something comfortable and warm about to move, which made her linger, and at some point, tears wet her eyes.

"Hong Jiang!" The girl used all her breastfeeding energy, using the other side she hadn't shown to others, the loudest voice, shouting: "Hong Jiang! Come on!!!"

The loud shout drove all the students in Class B, they waved the red ribbons in their hands, and the colors flew in the air.

"Fighting! Fighting!"

"Beiyuan-kun, it's almost there! Come on and run!"

"Show me the aura of a man!"

The girl who was cheering for him passed by like a boy, her steps gradually lightened.

In the blink of an eye, the girl seemed to realize that the boy who had been stern-faced, the boy who had been hiding his thoughts deeply, and the boy who had been silent all the time, smiled at this moment.

Although the smile is very embarrassing, the smile is very funny, the smile is not that good-looking.

But he laughed.

A strong wind blew, and the boy was the first to cross the finish line. His steps were staggering, his face was flushed, his mouth grew big and he was panting heavily. The students rushed forward.

Takeda Hiroshi, Kashima Yu and the students from Class B surrounded the boy and threw his body high.

The boy looked at the blue sky within reach, and heard the happy laughter and moved sobs.

He is laughing.

Also crying.

Chapter 53 Youth Is Running Recklessly

Maybe this is high school life.

The taste of youth is really running forward with classmates.

Running itself means not admitting defeat, not being afraid, not giving up.

It is an exploration and confrontation regardless of age and identity, and it is a fiery life force.

People who are exercising and running are like a hot little sun, and every cell is full of vitality and hope.

Running seems to be linked with youth.Sweating profusely on the plastic runway, stealing the court at close range, and taking the risk of being late to buy breakfast for the girl I love.Too many impressive moments in my teenage years were all about running.

At that time, we always had endless energy.

Obviously I can walk for 5 minutes, but I just want to run for 2 minutes, otherwise the restless hormones in my body have nowhere to vent.

The class teacher's mantra in class: "There are so many things to say, why don't you go to the playground and run a few laps?"

Parents worried: "Run slowly, be careful not to fall!"

We are running, we are young.

Even if we are reprimanded by teachers and elders, we are still running, swaying young blood, impulsive and unyielding.

The boy raised his head to the sky, sweating profusely. At this moment, Kitahara Hiroshi was Sakakihara Kaede, Sakakihara Kaede was Kitahara Hiroshi, and he seemed a little confused.

This is not substituting a role. At this moment, he is not that dull boy of Kitahara Hiroshi.

This is him in the past, now he is laughing and running in the present.

Is it strange?I was actually moved by the role I played in person.

His heart was warm, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his smile was not at all handsome and unrestrained.This is his lost youth, the past that he can't go back to, but at this moment, he doesn't seem to care.

All the memories flashed like lanterns in this relay race - this journey was full of shouts and cheers, crystal sweat, and the feeling of wanting to win was imprinted in the running action, which is the perfection of youthful spirit footnote.

The two-month understanding of the role has blossomed and borne fruit at this moment.

"We won! Well done, Kitahara hahaha! Sure enough, you should join the sports club!"

Takeda Hiroshi grabbed the boy's neck and rubbed his head frantically, with a warm smile and moist eyes.

The classmates surrounded him and talked to each other, but the fiery words could not be heard clearly.

"Beiyuan-kun, you are running too fast!"

"Blowing like a gust of wind—"

"The wind pierces through the trees and the early spring is shallow."

The boy turned around, he was still smiling and crying, taking this opportunity, he secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Even if you are injured, even if you encounter difficulties, this is normal, nothing more normal.

Even if your body is injured, even if you are limping, you still have to run like flying.

This drive to let difficulties hit the body without falling down is the magic of youth.

The tears in the boy's eyes were still warm. . .Is this acting?Or is it his true feelings?At this point, he couldn't even notice it clearly—he was the young man who was running.People are chasing the passing time, chasing the cherished emotion, chasing the one they love.

In order not to leave any regrets.

"idiot!"

The girl stared at the boy with a smile on his face from afar, letting the tears run down her cheeks.

Ahh——how long has it been since she saw the boy smile sincerely?

Perhaps, since his mother was seriously ill and entered the hospital when he was in primary school, the smile on his face disappeared unknowingly.

The back is straight, because the boy's father said that there are only two men in the family, and we have to work hard for our mother.

From then on, under the starry sky, the boy aspired to become a doctor and heal his mother's illness.

he. . .I want to shine brighter in this world.

As long as you are running and the scenery recedes, the unknown can become known.

The students of the red team raised their hands and cheered. The classmates and seniors of the blue team looked at each other helplessly, all showing regretful smiles, and sincerely applauded the sports spirit of the red team. In Qing's ranks, they kept waving ribbons of different colors, gradually becoming a sea of ​​three colors.

As long as you are still running, you can keep saying goodbye to the past and start a new story, life will move forward.

The cheering students lasted for about ten minutes before being hastily stopped by the referee teacher. The sports meeting is not over yet, and it is obviously unreasonable to continue to occupy the field.

The young man was surrounded, laughter and praise fell on him like spring rain.

He still looked a little uncomfortable, but standing with Kashima Yu and Takeda Hiroshi, his body relaxed.

The subsequent bread-biting competition attracted a group of students to watch, but it was a competition full of blood and shouts at the other end of the competition field.

"Ah... What a shame, but I lost to the white team." The student who counted the scores patted himself on the head helplessly.

After the celebration, it was time to count the scores. When they heard the final scores, the students in Class B sighed. They originally listed the seniors of the blue team as their biggest opponents, but they did not expect to kill a white team out of thin air.

"Well, did you lose the long jump competition? There's nothing you can do about it."

Kashima You took a sip of water, and although he was sweating profusely, he smiled happily: "Well, although I'm a bit unwilling this time, we still have a chance, don't give up, everyone."

"Yes, next year and the next year there will be a sports meeting, we must win back next year and win the sports meeting!" Hiroshi Takeda clenched his fists and shouted loudly.

"Oh oh oh oh!" The students of Class B vented their endless fighting spirit.

Youth has regrets, it is not perfect, maybe, this is the real meaning of real youth.

The boy looked at the classmates who were cheering each other up from a distance, saw their swords pointing to the year and vowing to win the championship, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The glasses were gone, and the spring breeze was blowing on his face, blowing his smile.

He can smile normally now.

Always have a warm smile in my heart.

"that..."

"What's the matter, do you need a towel?"

Words also seem to have increased.

He turned his head, and when he saw the person coming, his smile gradually faded.

"Well, Kitahara-kun... I'm sorry." Uehara Yo bent down to him, his expression looked very sincere, at least it seemed like this, "I want to apologize to you for everything that happened so far. "

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have done that to you, said that, please... forgive me."

The bully's apology, after seeing the boy gaining popularity in the class, they quickly switched targets after reading the atmosphere, but before that, they need to apologize to the person who bullied them before, so that they can be in the class Have a certain living space.

The group in the class is such a reality, the Xianchong group will always occupy the focus of the class and have a strong right to speak.

They decided that from today onwards, the boy would enter the current charging group and become a member of them.

So they have to apologize.

The young man nodded slowly, "...I will not accept your apology, I believe Mr. Yuan can understand."

"...well, I understand."

After a long silence, Uehara Yao opened his mouth unwillingly, but finally he lowered his head and left step by step. He left the rest area without saying hello to anyone.

For a bully, an apology is just to make yourself feel better. What happened has already happened, so why forgive the bully?

"I'm sorry after causing harm to others. Whether that person's wound has healed or deepened is impossible to know. It's an excuse thrown out to make myself feel better."

Not every sorry can be exchanged for a sentence does not matter.

He turned around and saw his childhood sweetheart who had been looking at him.The boy put down the towel in his hand and walked over.

"Here, your glasses, it's a miracle they didn't break."

The girl smiled lightly, this smile came from the heart, she spread out her hand, and inside were the boy's plain glasses.

"...Do you think it's better for me to wear glasses or not?" The young man was a little puzzled by the bold stares of the female classmates. He had never had such an experience. After all, he Still not used to being the focus of everyone's attention.

"Hmm...a lot of sightlines."

Seeing the young man with a light on his back, the girl looked around, seeing that everyone was a little interested and fond of the young man with his glasses off, so she couldn't help but pursed her lips.

"Let's not wear glasses, Hiro-chan~"

The girl covered her mouth and laughed relaxedly. She wanted everyone to recognize the boy, she wanted everyone to recognize the boy's true face, and she wanted everyone to know what the boy really looked like.

However, the girl's heart was throbbing again, and at the same time, she felt that gentle and incredible heartbeat pain.

She covered her chest and looked at the youthful smile of the young man in front of her.

Perhaps, this is when she fell in love.

. . .

"Everyone has worked hard!"