Chapter 264: The Curse of Two People and Three Legs

Looking at Song Ci’s back angrily leaving, Anting tilted his head, his eyes full of confusion.

I, what did I say or do wrong?

Just when Anting was puzzled, a pair of skillful hands stretched out from behind and covered his eyes.

Before the other party could speak, Anting said first: "Ok, Zuliang, I know it's you, don't ask."

Now that he had been seen through, Qiao Liang let go. The hand came out from behind obediently.

She has taken off her doll clothes. Her upper body is in a zippered jacket, her lower body is in running shorts, and she is wearing a pair of running shoes.

At first glance, it looks like he is not wearing pants.

Very sexy.

"Meow... if life is just like the first time we met." Perhaps because she found that covering her eyes was no longer fun, she sighed with regret.

Anting rolled his eyes and complained: "The first time I met you, it was quite impressive."

Little White Tiger...

Qiao Liang felt the young man's gaze staring down at her, her legs tightened, and she said shyly: "It seems that Brother Ting has not changed much, he is still astringent."

An Ting said helplessly: " Yes, yes, I am SP, by the way...why are you dressed like this?"

Qiao Liang touched his chin and said: "I will still participate in the women's 200 meters this year."

　“Oh, I remembered it.”

There is indeed such a thing-last year, Song Ci defeated Qiao Liang in the women’s 200 meters. Due to the latter’s cramps, she always felt that she After winning without force, I invited him again this year.

"I'm sorry for you, my Song Ci is very willful sometimes."

He is too competitive.

Unexpectedly.

Qiao Liang, who has always been careless, stroked his slightly long side hair, lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, and said: "I can't blame Song Ci completely, I am a little bit more competitive this time. "Although I like Song Ci very much, there are times when I can't give in."

Although Qiao Liangyi had something to say, Anting couldn't hear it.

"It's really rare."

Just as the two were chatting here, the school announcement rang - the sophomore women's 200 meters will start soon, and the participating students are asked to gather at the starting point. .

Hearing the broadcast, Qiao Liang smiled brightly again and said: "Then I'll go over first."

"Oh..."

 Immediately afterwards.

Under Anting's gaze, Qiao Liang slowly pulled off his jacket while turning around. Inside was a sports vest, which was full of fruits, just like a Zanpakutō, cutting people's souls.

An inexplicable Chuuni voice came out of the boy’s mind—Swastika!

When Anting thought of Song Ci’s strange reaction, he finally came to a realization.

That girl...it turned out to be this blow.

Then.

The game has begun.

There is no need to elaborate.

Song Ci is a smart person, and she actually knows one thing - she can't beat Qiao Liang. Last year, it was purely because of Qiao Liang's cramps.

On the runway, Qiao Liang was very thin and light, as if she was a golden osmanthus swept up by the autumn wind, unrivaled.

Song Ci lost, lost to Qiao Liang.

But... it’s not shameful at all, because she and Qiao Liang were both very ruthless and took first and second place, but it was two girls from the physical education class who competed for third place.

An Ting, who was well aware of girls’ competitiveness, originally wanted to step forward to comfort Song Ci.

What he didn’t expect was that the girl with long black hair and straight hair didn’t look too depressed and happily accepted the result.

As time goes by, Song Ci becomes more and more lively, learning to let go of some of his competitiveness and pride, enjoy youth, and embrace friendship.

Seeing that Song Ci and Qiao Liang were both so good, compared to even sports students, he couldn't lose casually.

In the afternoon high school sophomore men’s 200 dash, Anting was not to be outdone and fought with all his strength, winning first place with an extremely slim advantage.

For a time, I don’t know how many people’s youth was amazed.

　…

Since then.

The rest of the afternoon was all about team projects.

The highlight of team events is always the tug-of-war. Today is the preliminary round, the top four will be decided, and the final will be tomorrow.

According to school regulations, the head teacher must also be personally involved.

Ever since.

Xu Qingshu appeared wearing a dark blue jacket. Anting forgot her class uniform last year and made up for it this year. Xu Qingshu, who is 1.68 meters tall and tied with a low ponytail, looks dashing. very suitable.

There is no shadow of a teacher at all, more like a schoolgirl.

Many students and teachers were stunned.

Many boys are cheering for Xu Qingshu, and there are even bolder boys who imitate the emphasis of their childhood and shout: "Sensei~Da Suki~!"

Gao Fei is one of them One, this guy doesn’t watch it often.

Xu Qingshu is a very decent teacher. Although he is a bit arrogant, he is not used to these stinky boys in public. His profile is a death stare.

An Ting stood beside Gao Fei and was accidentally injured.

Being glared hard by Xu Qingshu.

Anting looked innocent, shrugged, and explained: "I didn't shout... Xu sensei... Um, sorry, I was taken astray."

I was led astray and accidentally shouted sensei...

　"Death!"

 Immediately afterwards.

Anting was chased half a circle around the track and field by Xu Qingshu.

The scene was full of joyful atmosphere.

When Bao Weiwei raised the camera, there was a click.

The tug-of-war competition is not divided into grades. The first, second and third grades of high school compete directly with each other. There are 12 people in each class, six boys and six girls. They must include the head teacher.

Xu Qingshu stood first in the tug of war, and Anting was right behind her.

The game started soon.

Xu Qingshu not only has to participate in the competition, but also is responsible for shouting the beat.

Behind him, Anting looked at the high-spirited Xu Qingshu, somewhat helpless, "This guy... said he didn't want to participate in the school sports meeting, but he had more fun than anyone else."
< br />"You guys! Work harder and kill them in the next round!"

An Ting was even more helpless.

What kind of class teacher is this?

You guys?

Kill them?

"An Ting! Don't whisper, don't be lazy, give me your strength!"

"Oh..."

Finally, in the teacher In the case of Yishin, the first class of the second grade of high school defeated the opponent. At the moment of winning the game, he used too much force and fell down.

Xu Qingshu was just pressing on Anting.

"Ah... I'm sorry." Xu Qingshu apologized before he had time to stand up, with a hint of shyness in his tone.

An Ting would not let his imagination run wild. It was normal for situations like this to happen during a tug-of-war. He just looked at the afternoon sky and said calmly:Teacher Xu..."

"Ang? ”

“Have you ever considered losing weight? "

"Death! ”

……

It’s the turn of today’s last project – two people and three legs.

Strictly speaking, it should be two people and three There are ten groups in total, that is, twenty people, walking about 25 meters, and the round trip is 50 meters.

For group events like this, there is no need to register in advance, usually Temporarily catching young men.

Before the project started, Anting, who is a sports committee member, shouted to the students: "The school has regulations. It must be a boy and a girl. Come over in your own team!" ”

It’s a mistake.

High schools must prohibit excessively close contact between opposite sexes, and group projects stipulate that the number of men and women must be equal, so that students can Participate in it fairly.

Two people and three legs are the only project that allows men and women to interact.

At this time.

The third person in the class The second most popular girl, Cheng Cheng, who is somewhat romantic, stood up and said to the classmates: "I heard from my sister that there is a curse for the twosomes in our school - men and women who have participated together. , there is a high probability that they can be together. ”

Cheng Cheng has an older sister who is currently in college. She used to go to No. 1 Middle School. She helped with makeup for the New Year’s Day party. She appeared once and was a passerby.

As soon as these words came out.

The people in the nearby classes, both male and female, seemed to be nothing, but in fact, there was a flash of strange color in their eyes.

Ashamed The tall and mighty Wu Meimei looked at Wang Zihong.

Wang Zihong looked at Anting. Xiang Cheng Cheng.

Then.

They looked for people to participate in the competition together.

Anting paid attention to the movements of the people around him and probably guessed it. - If you participate in a competition together and have a chance to be together, this in itself is a bit of a survivor bias. If you all find someone you like, the chance of being together is definitely high; try to find someone you don't like and see if it works. Together?

Anting doesn’t believe this kind of thing.

But the little devil in adolescence just does this.

Just at this moment, The physical education teacher handed out the ropes for the two and three legs. The boy looked down and saw that they were red ropes.

Seeing this, the students became even more excited.

Look! That is the red rope of fate!

Sensing these malicious looks, Anting rolled his eyes, and with a sideways glance from the corner of his eye, he met an unexpected look.

Song Ci is looking at the red rope with slightly hot eyes.

After being discovered, he made an understatement of his profile, flipping his hair while retracting his gaze, pretending to be casual.

Anting wanted to invite Song Ci to participate in the competition, for no other reason than she was being invited by a lot of boys, and the shield was on the line.

Just when Anting was about to go up and issue an invitation, another unexpected person appeared and stopped in front of the young man.

Xu Qingshu said to Anting: "You, come with me!"

"Ah...!?"