Chapter 146: Boring

Sprint events such as 200 meters and 400 meters are always popular events in school sports meets, taking into account both speed and passion.

Halfway through, among the eight runways, the remaining six can be ignored. The only suspense is between Song Ci on runway one and Qiao Liang on runway eight.

The atmosphere at the scene reached its peak, with cheers and shouts being heard all the time.

In a situation like this, either you can help both, or you can help neither.

Anting actually planned to cheer for both of them, but he was too focused on it, and in the end no one cheered.

The screen returns to the runway.

While running, Song Ci glanced at Qiao Liang out of the corner of her eye, biting her lip and thinking: No way, this person is faster than me...

Before the competition, Song Ci was confident and self-aware.

After all, the girl is not a sports student. She has thought that after she reaches the second year of high school, she will not be able to guarantee her advantages in sports. After all, the sports class trains every day.

However.

That was my second year of high school, and now I am only my first year of high school.

In the junior high school sports meeting, she never lost to any girl, at least in the running event.

At this moment, a sense of frustration arose spontaneously.

For the first time in my life, I met a strong enemy.

No!

I haven’t lost yet!

If she gave in so easily, then she wouldn’t be Song Ci.

Including Anting, everyone else is looking at me, how can I lose? !

Although she was a little behind, she was confident of turning defeat into victory when it came to the final sprint stage, the straight line stage.

Unlike Song Ci who was full of inner drama, Qiao Liang didn’t think about anything and was just quietly enjoying the sports competition, like an osmanthus blooming in late autumn.

We are about to usher in the final straight-line sprint stage.

The atmosphere at the scene was pushed to the highest point.

"Come on! Song Ci!"

"Qiao Liang! Come on!"

Amidst the cheers from both sides of the fans, Song Ci! Ci gritted her teeth and burst out with amazing perseverance. She exerted her strength again and actually overtook Qiao Liang.

At the moment of transcendence, Song Ci smiled, and his desire to win was greatly satisfied - I won, although it was a bit unexpected, but I really won.

AtAfter overtaking, there is no suspense anymore.

Song Ci won by two seconds.

Two seconds, this is already an overwhelming victory in the 200-meter race where every second counts.

Overestimating that girl...

It turns out that she only has explosive power and no endurance at all.

Song Ci’s pretty face was flushed, dripping with sweat, she bent her knees slightly and rested quietly at the finish line.

When the audience cheered for Song Ci's victory, she looked back, intending to look at Qiao Liang like a winner, looking forward to seeing the opponent's defeat.

Unexpectedly, what came into view was not the defeated and unwilling look of the short-haired girl. Instead, she was seen squatting on the ground, covering her feet and showing slight pain.

The other party... seems to have cramps.

The smile on Song Ci’s face gradually solidified.

　“.”

The next second, another unexpected figure appeared.

It is Anting.

He had been watching the game, and naturally he could see it clearly - before Song Ci took the lead, Qiao Liang was actually preparing to exert force a second time. The moment he exerted his force, his whole body stiffened, although it was not As for falling, but the speed dropped rapidly.

It was obvious that this girl had cramps.

Anting didn’t originally want to help, not because he was unenthusiastic, but because he didn’t know if this girl had better friends, so don’t rush to be attentive yet.

It’s a boy after all.

Men and women are different.

After waiting for a while, the boys in Class B, Grade 1, were a little hesitant and wanted to come up to help, but they didn't dare. A few girls didn't seem to know how to deal with cramps.

The boy then stood up, walked up to the girl, and complained: "You must have cramped if you don't do warm-up exercises."

"Hiss... you are so annoying. !" Qiao Liang didn't even have time to raise his head, just squatting and complaining.

Seeing this, Anting knelt down, faced the short-haired girl, and said in a tone of impatient yet gentle tone: "Take off your shoes, straighten your legs, and I'll help you pull them." Stretching."

"Oh..."

Following the boy's instructions, Qiao Liang, who has always been restless, sat on the lawn obediently, stretching her legs. She was wearing a red Running shorts perfectly show off the slender and slightly bony legs. In fact, a little more flesh would look better, but they are already attractive enough.

　“My legs hurt and I can’t take off my shoes.”

　“Let me help you.”

　“Okay.”

An Ting helped her take off her shoes, revealing the black mid-calf socks.

There are no scenes that are not suitable for children. Even partial contact is done through socks.

Even so, many boys are still envious.

At such a close distance, Qiao Liang quietly looked at the boy who was stretching himself. It was very painful at first, but gradually it stopped hurting.

Under the scorching sun, sweat oozed from the young man’s face. Under the action of gravity, it collected on his chin and dripped on the girl’s calf. It seemed to drip on the lake of his heart, causing ripples.

Her delicate body trembled slightly.

"Ah..." Qiao Liang couldn't help but make a strange sound.

An Ting thought he had hurt her, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Qiao Liang was as careless as ever, not hiding the girl's concerns at all, and said truthfully: "It's the first time a boy touches my soles, so I feel a little shy, giggle..."

"Ha, I've known you for half a semester, and I've never seen you look shy."

"No way, it was the first time we queued up in an Internet cafe. After you left, I was so embarrassed!"

"Uh... skip this topic."
< br />　"Giggle."

At the same time.

Not far away, looking at this scene, Song Ci's mood was inevitably a bit complicated. He obviously won, but he was not very happy, and even a little depressed.

On the one hand, it’s hard to win. If this girl didn’t get cramps, wouldn’t she be able to win? On the other hand, seeing how nice Anting is to other girls, it seems that there is also a lack of confidence among family members. Will be jealous.

　“It’s boring, I should have known I wouldn’t participate.”

　…

　Then.

The school sports meeting in the morning is coming to an end.

Anting and Qiao Liang basically stay together, mainly because there is no one else.

Song Ci and Bao Weiwei went to take pictures together. The former won the first place in the high school girls' 200 meters. She must have a gold medal, so taking pictures is inevitable.

Senior Sister Lin Yong came to see Gao Fei.

Zhu Jiajun was probably preparing for the men’s 3000m in the afternoon. He was a little nervous and didn’t know where he ran.

Anting and Qiao Liang didn’t go anywhere. They were leaning on a slope full of sweet-scented osmanthus trees, holding a bottle of drink in hand, passing the time and chatting casually.

"Xiao Wai, I discovered something." Anting rarely uses a straw when drinking drinks, basically pouring it in, quite heroic.

At this moment, I held a can of Coke and took a sip.

"What's going on?" Qiao Liang also likes to drink Fat Chai Happy Water, holding a can of Coke in his hand.

　“I find that you are always alone.”

This girl seems to be very popular, but in fact she is alone. Just like when she had cramps, many people gathered around her. He looked at her, but couldn't see anyone particularly close to him.

"Maybe... but it's not like I don't have friends."

"For example?"

Hearing this, Qiao Liang looked at her with sincerity. Look at Anting.

After a long time, Anting realized, "Oh..."

Me?

"Brother Ting, didn't you ask me why I was so close to you last time? I said there are two reasons. The first is that I think you are very interesting, as if you are schizophrenic; the second is Actually... I want to be friends with you."

Since their first meeting, Anting has always felt that Qiao Liang is an unfathomable, mysterious, fairy-like girl, and has been trying to figure it out. This girl's thoughts.

Why is she approaching me?

What is her purpose?

At this moment, Anting realized that he had thought things too complicated - is there a possibility that people just want to be friends with you.

Human beings are really strange animals. After staying in a complex environment for a long time, they suddenly come to a simple environment and transform themselves.

Looking back now, the second resurrection coin in life, the boy has never believed in any "strangers", Song Ci, Gao Fei, Bao Weiwei, Zhu Jiajun, Gu Xueli, Chuan Ge …These are people who knew everything from their previous lives.

He may be a person living in the past.

Qiao Liang is a person living in the present.

Qiao Liang is a magical girl. I don’t know whether it’s her true intention or whether she’s not good at concealing her emotions. She always treats people sincerely and never mince words or mince words when doing things. She’s basically straight forward.

As if in response to the girl’s frankness, Anting said honestly without hypocrisy: “To be honest, I thought you had a crush on me for a while.”

A girl every day I have a crush on a boy.

"Pfft...hahaha." Upon hearing this, Qiao Liang held her belly and laughed loudly. She wiped her tears while laughing. After a while, she stopped smiling, turned her face, and looked at Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, he tilted his head and stared at the young man, with supreme sincerity in his eyes, saying: "I don'tI will have a crush on someone else, never, because if I like a person, I will tell him directly. "

There is no secret love, only clear love.

"Eh..." Anting was a little surprised.

"Gee, I don't like Ting for the time being. Brother, I will tell you the day I like you, or that day may never happen... Okay, let’s stop here today, I want to go back to the art room to paint, goodbye~"

"Well , Goodbye. ”

Then.

In the autumn wind, the short-haired girl followed the direction of the light and walked up the ramp. When she reached the highest point, she quietly looked back and still looked at it. The boy who was leaning on the railing looked at his feet again.

Maybe the sports bra was too tight and a bit stuffy.

I was actually wondering whether to change it. What about order updates