Chapter 144 Temporary change of generals

Then.

The school sports meeting officially begins.

Various competition events are presented in turn.

In the slightly bleak late autumn, I used sweat as ink to compose a song of youth.

The five-person group was originally together, but they broke up while walking. After all, everyone has their own competition events, and Bao Weiwei was taking pictures everywhere, so it was difficult for them to act in unison.

There are a few things that Anting cares about, namely - Senior Lin Yong wants to confess to Gao Fei, Zhu Jiajun wants to confess to Senior Shen Huanyue, and whether Gu Xueli wants to come to visit the school.

In comparison, wearing this outfit to cheer Qiao Liang is a childish thing.

Judging from this, Gu Xueli didn’t come.

Probably because of the lingering influence of the "Milk Tea Sister" incident, even though more than half a month has passed, I still can't mess around.

"What are you thinking about? Porcelain doll, why do you look so careless?"

Song Ci rarely wears sweatshirts. If it is colder, she will wear a down jacket or trousers. Windbreakers, like spring and autumn, are generally worn with monotonous button-down shirts.

Today I am wearing a black sweatshirt, this is the class uniform.

Looks more lively.

An Ting rolled his eyes at Song Ci and retorted: "I am not a porcelain doll..."

"Cute!"

Song Ci smiled , with a smile that is almost the same as the one with the porcelain doll logo on her clothes. She is such a person, always looking far away, and often unable to see clearly the things around her.

An Ting said helplessly: "Stop calling me cute, I'm going to get goosebumps! A big boy."

The two were heading to the temporary camp where they learned about the radio station.

Song Ci is from the radio station. She does not participate in any projects, but she is responsible for reading manuscripts. This is a very classic link - all students are welcome to submit manuscripts.

An Ting thought for a while and answered truthfully: "Well... Gao Fei and Zhu Jiajun want to make trouble..."

"To make trouble?"

"Well, one wants to confess, and the other may be confessed."

Fatty wants to confess; while Gao Fei may be confessed by senior Lin Yong.

Hearing this, Song Ci sighed: "It is a good thing to value your friends, but you should care more about yourself."

In the past, Anting, who was in the rebellious period, always used Self-centered, never consider other people's feelings; now, Anting is completelyOn the contrary, he doesn't pay much attention to his own affairs and pays too much attention to the people around him.

At first, Song Ci thought it was pretty good.

As time goes by, is it a bit too much?

The next second, Anting looked at Song Ci, with a cold look in his eyes, and said carelessly: "Oh, I am a genius. I can solve my own affairs casually. The main reason is that you are too unwilling to let me save it." Heart."

Song Ci said with dissatisfaction: "No wonder Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei have been saying that you are long-winded and like an uncle recently."

"Well..."

Anting was a little stunned and found it difficult to refute.

In fact.

Song Ci was still inconsistent with what he said and what he said.

Compared to the rebellious boy in junior high school, Song Ci may be more greedy for Anting, who has a little bit of "uncle" attributes. She obviously likes the sense of security and enjoyment of being followed by this person. The feeling of being coaxed by him.

Is this... a little bit of an Electra plot?

At this moment.

An Ting and Song Ci were strolling on campus. Even if their appearance was put aside, Anting's outfit alone was already very eye-catching.

While walking, a pair of small hands appeared from behind and covered the boy's eyes.

Assassin——JOJO!

"Smash Varudo!"

The scent of osmanthus was so fragrant that Anting said helplessly: "Xiao Wai... don't you get tired of playing with it?"

/> "I'm getting smarter and smarter, and I suddenly realized it was me." Qiao Liang let go of his hand, walked forward quickly, walked in front of the young man, and smiled at him.

Qiao Liang had the women's 200-meter dash in the morning. She was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt + red shorts + running shoes. It might be a little cold, so she tied a jacket around her waist like a skirt. , when the wind blows, it dances gracefully.

Add a touch of warmth to this bleak late autumn.

Rao was Song Ci on the side, feeling frustrated at being compared.

While the two were having a familiar conversation, Song Ci coughed twice to highlight his presence.

“Cough cough cough.”

Hearing Song Ci’s cough, Qiao Liang slowly turned around, tilted his head and looked at her.

"Hi~Song Cici, how are you doing?" While saying hello, the short-haired girl's eyes were as smart as willow leaves.

Song Ci asked: "Hmm...that picture is Anting, right?"

"Well...I think the mostI have been observing Anting recently, and he is always in my mind when I draw. "

Completely different from Song Ci, Qiao Liang is a person who is consistent on the outside. She always speaks and does things as she pleases, to the point of being short-sighted.

Because she wants to use Anting So I used it.

Qiao Liang’s unexpected frankness made the arrogant Song Ci a little stunned. As expected, she was not good at dealing with this girl.

At this time, Anting on the side said angrily: "To be honest, I have even taken off my pants, you want me to see this? ! "

"Hahaha, it must be like this. If I play it real, the school leaders will not let me go. "

Anting is not angry. The prototype of that picture is himself. In fact, it has been two-dimensionalized. If others see it, they may not be able to relate it to each other. So what if they do?

Qiao Liang turned his attention to Anting’s doll costume and said excitedly: “Remember to wear this later to cheer me up! ”

　“Yes, yes, yes. "An Ting said helplessly.

After hearing this, Song Ci asked: "What did you participate in? "

"Women's 200 meters. "

"What about you, what did you participate in? " Qiao Liang said excitedly.

Song Ci shook his head and replied: "Because I have to be responsible for the work of the school broadcast station during the school sports meeting, I did not participate in any projects. "

"Oh..." Qiao Liang felt a little regretful. She really wanted to compete with Song Ci.

When Anting and Song Ci were together, they were attracted to each other. There were already a lot of eyes; now there was another Qiao Liang, who was the focus of the audience.

At this moment.

Anting felt a murderous aura and turned around. Look, the source is a masculine-looking, fairly handsome young man. This person is actually Hu Yichang.

He is the boy from Class B, Grade 1, who has a crush on Qiao Liang.

He looked at Anting with a solemn look and said, "See you on the field, my old enemy. ”

After saying this, he thought he was cool and turned around to leave.

As soon as he said this.

Anting , Qiao Liang, and Song Ci, the three of them tilted their heads together, in sync, moving in the same direction with almost the same inclination, looking at this inexplicable boy.

　…

Nine thirty in the morning.

There is still half an hour left before the first-grade girls’ 200-meter dash. Qiao Liang has to go back to class first to prepare in advance. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to mentionXing Anting comes over to cheer.

"Isn't your outfit very suitable for running? Why are you changing clothes..."

" Song Ci was also puzzled. The other party's outfit is very suitable for running.

Hearing this, Qiao Liang rarely showed a hint of shyness, folded his arms across his chest, and said slyly: "I won't tell you."

After saying that, he walked away, only to Anting and Song Ci were left behind.

The latter was originally going to the outdoor camp of the radio station. When he arrived, he saw that there was a senior sister present. She was not needed for the time being, so the two went back to the classroom of Grade 11.

On the way back, Song Ci didn’t know what she was thinking, and suddenly asked: “Do you want to cheer for Qiao Liang?”

“Well...after all, I agreed to the other party. , what’s wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m just afraid that if you cheer for the enemy class, it will be bad for the girls in our class participating in the competition.”

“It should be nothing. …”

Zhu Jiajun is in Class 1, Grade 5, and when it’s his turn to play, as members of Grade 1, Grade 1, we will still cheer for him.

Song Ci didn’t know what he was thinking and said nothing.

If I remember correctly, the girl who participated in the 200 meters in the first grade of high school was Chen Mo.

It’s Anting’s little deskmate, a mushroom-headed girl with a social fear. That guy was still practicing diving on Sunday, which is really unsettling.

Some high-level classes, or classes that are particularly far away from the track and field, will set up a temporary camp near the track and field, which can reduce the frequency of running around and serve as a transfer station.

There is no camp for Grade 1 Class 1 because it is very close to the track and field field and it is in the first classroom on the first floor of the Grade 1 teaching building, so there is no need for it.

Wearing a doll costume, Anting walked to the door of the classroom and was suddenly pulled by the tail.

"Who is pulling my tail?"

The young man stopped and looked back, it was his deskmate Chen Mo.

She looked embarrassed, her face was a little pale, but there was a hint of rosy, like a little sheep. I felt pity for her, it can easily arouse men's protective desire.

"Sports committee...An Ting...wait a moment, I have something to tell you." Perhaps because she knew her voice was soft, she stood on tiptoes and put her mouth to Anting's ear.

Unexpectedly, Anting directly raised his hand and said: "Don't love me, there will be no result."

"Ah..." Chen Mo pursed his lips, revealing his Tuya was stunned.

She didn’t expect that Anting would say such a thing when he came up.Then, his face turned red and he said excitedly: "I...I'm not asking you to confess to me!"

An Ting smiled shamelessly.

He must have known that this girl was not confessing to him, but seeing that she was so nervous, he casually said something sexy to make her relax.

　“What is going on?”

An Ting really likes this little mushroom-headed classmate, in terms of friendship.

Chen Mo has a little mushroom head. When she is nervous, she will pull down her bangs and cover her eyes so as not to look at others. She organizes her words for a while and stammers: "I...I...I'm not signing up. 200 meters?"

"Yeah."

An Ting is a sports committee member, so he is very clear about the list of participants for the school sports meeting.

"I...I don't feel well. I may not be able to run." At this point, she was probably afraid that Anting wouldn't believe it, so she hurriedly emphasized: "I'm sorry, I really don't feel well."< br />
An Ting saw this girl slipping and thought she was faking it at first. After careful observation of her face, it seemed that she was really pale.

"I believe you. If you don't feel well, do you need to go to the school hospital? Can I carry you?" Anting seems to be carefree, but at the critical moment, he is still very reliable.

"No, I'll just drink some hot water and take a rest."

The location is at the entrance of the classroom of Grade 11. There are many people from my class nearby. Prince Hong, Lin Shengwu and other roommates were all there. They thought Chen Mo was timid and had temporarily backed down, so they teased him one after another.

Hmm... Chen Mo gives the impression that he is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and is not very good at participating in competitive activities.

This time I signed up on a whim, but now I’m afraid of the final step.

That’s it!

"Hey, Chen Mo, it's not good for you to be like this. You obviously signed up, but now you're backing down." As the class monitor, Wang Zihong thought he was very wise and encouraged timid classmates to move forward bravely. On the other hand, I also want to gain a sense of presence in front of my classmates and highlight my abilities.

An Ting noticed Chen Mo holding his lower abdomen and understood in his heart - this girl... is a relative here. She was really uncomfortable, but she was embarrassed to say it out.

Wang Zihong didn’t understand this and was still adding fuel to the fire and fanning the flames.

When Wang Zihong made such a fuss, originally only a few classmates were watching, but now the whole class was watching. Chen Mo's pretty face turned red and she wanted to find a hole to get in.

　"Yes...I'm sorry..."

"Then I will find a girl to replace you." Anting ignored Wang Zihong and others and made this decision. If there is a legitimate reason, temporary substitutions can be made at the school sports meeting, "Who will replace Chen Mo in the women's 200 meters!?"

Wang Zihong was a little unhappy, "Hey, why are you ignoring me?"
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He also knew one thing in his heart - although he was the squad leader, it was just a title, and the people's support was still Anting.

At this moment, emotions exploded.

Fortunately, the deputy class president Wu Meimei, the tallest girl in the class, came directly and dragged Wang Zihong and other boys to a corner to give them a harsh lecture.

While Wu Meimei was teaching the restless boys a lesson, Anting looked at the group of girls and shouted: "Chen Mo is unwell, which beautiful girl can take over?"
< br />The next second.

An unexpected female voice sounded.

　"I'll do it."

　Song Ci...