Fake Slackers

Liu Jinhao threw the manuscript out in a rush. When they came back, they greeted He Dynasty across the runway: "Chao, come on, we've got a surprise for you! ”

There are not many people enrolled in the long run, just one or two per class, and they are still forced into battle. Nobody wants to run so many laps, a short run can spurt handsome, but 3,000 meters, what do you mean by asthma like a cow, life is better than death?

He Dynasty stood at the end of the line, the most eye-catching one in the crowd.

When I heard someone shouting his name, He Dynasty turned around, then he made a “no problem” gesture and shouted, "Friend, tell me? ”

“It's mysterious,” Wanda shook her finger, "and you'll see. ”

Luo Wenqiang shouted, "Don't forget, you still carry Brother Yu's soul! ”

He Dynasty stood in place and watched several active and enthusiastic classmates of the three classes walk back to their class seats. He couldn't help but look away and landed on someone in the back row of the corner.

Xie Yu was brushing her circle of friends with her head down. I ordered a few compliments and immediately received a screenshot of Thunder into the "Don't Kill” group chat, and wrote: Hello Missing Persons @ XY.

Xie Yu found that he had not updated in a long time.

He has no habit of recording his life, but now the voices in his ears are fluctuating. Classes are cheering for athletes, screaming and comforting: “It's okay, you're already great, focus on participation...”

Xie Yu turned on the camera and was going to take a photo to make it count. When he lifted his phone, he was preparing to adjust the angle. In the center of the lens, he saw a handsome guy named Ho Dynasty: “...”

The handsome forced action expression was quite exaggerated. Facing the lens, he pulled his collar in his right hand and smiled at the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that he was swinging, confident and cool.

POSE is skilled.

Xie Yu almost turned off the camera as soon as his finger shook.

Crazy.

There's really a lot of this guy.

... who the fuck is going to shoot you?

Xie Yu insisted on throwing his phone out, but watched He Dynasty hold this position for half a minute. His perseverance was amazing, and he finally pressed the shutter key.

Fearing that he was addicted to shooting, he changed his swing posture and continued the show. After shooting, Xie Yu stuffed his phone in his clothes pocket.

After a while, after he lined up on the runway, Xie Yu took the phone out again and unlocked it. The picture was just taken on the screen.

Against the light, the figure was a little dark, but the teenager in the middle of the picture was still bright.

“Three kilometers for men, prep...”

With a gunshot, the horn that ran three kilometers long was pulled.

A dozen athletes, pointing their toes at the white line, rushed out at the moment of the gunshot.

“I'm not worried about the others, but there was a stamina thief in the next class. Okay, I used to be a school athlete, that's it, number five,” Rowenqiang probed Zhang, a little worried, "... how did Chao start running so fast, control it. ”

Wanda: “Sports, let's change our minds, because he's strong. ”

“Strong fart,” Xie Yu finished editing the circle of friends, just as Wanda said, looking up and saying, “That's a hoot. ”

Liu Jinhao applauded: “I can't believe I can't refute it. ”

He Dynasty ran in front of him and was half a lap ahead of the others. The whole school gazed at him and followed him around the playground.

There were a couple of girls from the next class gathered and said, “Are you sure it's only three kilometers? I want to see a few more laps. They're so handsome. ”

Xie Yu leaned back and closed his eyes. I don't know why I felt a little annoyed.

… there's nothing to see.

“Coming, coming!” Rowenqiang moved the stool and sat behind Xie Yu. Every time he saw He Dynasty come running over, he had to shout slogans with the whole class. He was so excited that he left the chair on his own, half squatted, and started counting down to three, two, one. “Tidy up, shout out the style of our class! ”

When He Dynasty approached, Luo Wenqiang took the lead and shouted: “Class 3 first! Brother Chao is invincible! ”

Shouted three times.

He Dynasty slowed his footsteps as he passed the class. He grabbed his clothes with his hand. He ran about four times feeling warm. He took off his sweatshirt as he ran, and the girls on the lookout table around him began to “Ah” again.

He Dynasty took off his clothes and shouted: “Thank you! ”

Xie Yu hasn't reacted yet. He Dynasty has thrown his clothes at him like a passing ball. He just threw them at Xie Yu's foot. Then he wiped his sweat with the thin bottoming shirt inside and said: "Take it for me. ”

He Dynasty's coat also had his body temperature on it, with a touch of laundry powder.

Xie Yu took the clothes of He Dynasty, and when there were only three thousand meters of running left in the last lap, the broadcast of the third class was finally drawn, although it was likely that there were really no papers to read, so he had to carry out this terrible submission.

“The second and third classes of high school are coming, and victory belongs to Brother Chao, and to Class 3. ”

It's a student council lady, the voice is lively, the bite pronunciation is deliberately imitating the broadcast cavity, she reads it here, it took a few seconds to hesitate to read down: “Thanks for the participation of other long runners, unfortunately, uh, helpless...”

When all the sisters are finished, the whole scene will be quiet.

He Dynasty stopped directly when he heard "Little Goal". He stopped at about 100 meters from the end of the day. In a winner's stance, he cooperated with the broadcast of the three classes, and the people under the stadium waved apologies.

Looks like we're gonna have another show.

Anyway, He Dynasty led the second half lap, Liu Jinhao and the others cooperated with He Dynasty performances.

So the whole school watched He Dynasty stop at the end of the day, his hands held on his knees and gasped, his voice dumbfounded: “Who's the first? ”

Three classmates shouted: "-He Dynasty! ”

“Louder? ”

“He Dynasty! ”

“ …… ”

The He Dynasty was obviously deeply involved, while driving the entire senior year and third class crazy, morale was unprecedented, confidence was almost blind.

Xie Yu had no face to look at. He lowered his head and dimmed the photo he had just taken. When he looked up again, he saw that the next class of long-running competitors, while these three classes of psychopaths were still expanding wildly, the faster they ran, silently crossed a certain play, and rushed straight to the end: “...”

The first of the second and third classes did not get it, but it also became famous in World War I, loaded with unexpected embarrassment in the history of the Liyang II Junior High Games.

Xie Yu glanced at the distance between his seat and the next class and seriously wondered whether to move the seat to the next class a little... I really can't shame that person.

The class director was able to see, and Townsend smiled all the way: "Interesting, young man, interesting. ”

The best people who just worked together sat in their seats bending their hips and burying their faces in their knees trying to cover their faces.

“What's funny,” Rowenqiang said with his head in his arms, "I'm going, it's embarrassing. ”

Wanda's voice bored out: “Awkward enough to suffocate. ”

Liu Jinhao: “Stop it, I'm dead. ”

He Chao went to the toilet to wash his face. Due to too much sweating, he flushed his head with cold water and the water dripped down his neck. When I came back, my collar was mostly wet. He Dynasty sat down and said: "Listen to me, it was an accident, my strength...”

Xie Yu threw a bottle of mineral water directly into Ho Chao's arms: "The power of Operation Huo? ”

After receiving it, He Dynasty poured down half a bottle and said, “It was an accident. I'm still strong. See the big half of the lap I was leading? I was riding dust. ”

“Brother Huo,” Xie Yu said, "will you shut up? ”

Finally, the whole school teacher game.

Everyone sees a lot of liveliness. After all, you can usually only see teachers from all disciplines taking classes on the stage.

“This is a class division,” He Dynasty pinched the mouth of the bottle and pulled it over to Xie Yu's side. “If old Tang could get a first one, we might as well...” Maybe he could be saved.

Xie Yu said: “Think about how Old Wu plays ball, refer to it. ”

“...” He Dynasty changed his mouth, "Forget it, forget it. ”

The 2nd and 3rd classes had no unrealistic expectations of Townsend.

Seeing that the other teachers ran out of 400 meters, they only ran half of Ben Tang, and nobody felt anything was wrong.

Embarrassed to come and go fast, especially He Dynasty, who was already ashamed, led the whole class to selective memory loss, and went mad again to cheer for old Tang: “Come on! Running is victory! ”

At the end of the day, Old Tang did not fail to live up to all expectations and steadily took the last place.

Near school, all projects are over.

Liu Jinhao stood up and shouted, "Everyone must clean up the garbage in their hands." Lo Wenqiang reminded everyone to give him the number plate and pin.

Around is the dragging sound of classes moving chairs back to the classroom.

The words "scattered field" often give a strong sense of unreality. Xie Yu sat on his seat and watched as the less people around him walked away, the more empty the chair moved.

As if the games had just begun, it seemed that they had never begun.

In a trance, He Dynasty patted him on the back of the head.

“Left the child,” He Dynasty held the chair in one hand and reached out in front of him, “went back to the classroom. ”

“Actually, our class is doing well this time. It looks like the third and fourth place.” Rowenqiang closed the sports card in the classroom and said, "Hey, I was ridiculed by the next class when I got back, and said it wasn't the first place. ”

The tournament was over, and now it's all about laughing, not knowing who took the lead, and the whole class started “Goose Goose Goose.”

He Dynasty couldn't help himself either. He leaned back with his face covered with one hand and laughed for half a day.

Wanda has begun to evaluate this matter in a tone of remembering the past: “At that time, the scene... My God, I dare not even think back. I was really, I was excited. I closed my eyes and howled at Brother first, and I opened my eyes and saw that the kid from the next class had already rushed through the finish line...”

Xie Yu buried his head with a smile and copied his homework, but the words were a little shaky.

Director Kang sniffed over and just revealed half his face in the window. His expression was serious and sharp. He Dynasty reacted quickly. He directly grabbed Xie Yu's hand and dragged him down with his homework book: “Mad dog. ”

The mad dog walked in and circled around the class for several times: "I knew you couldn't hold it, you should play it when you want to, and you should take it easy when you want to, you don't have any control at all. Discipline. Discipline. How many times have I emphasized this? So happy, tell me too, makes me happy too. ”

Xie Yu's homework book and hands were held in the table belly by He Dynasty. Since the whole class sat still, the mad dog was in the neighborhood. He Dynasty could not move for a while.

Xie Yu's palm pressed against the work book and the cold steel plate, but his back began to burn.

It may be that the faces of the two people are unnatural, or maybe the mad dog finally noticed the hands of the two students in the back row stacked together, hands stuck in the table belly not knowing what was going on.

The mad dog stopped talking about discipline: “What are you two doing? ”

He Dynasty did not know what to think. In order to cover the matter of copying the same table, he put the hand handshake between the two of them from the table belly to the table top and said in public: “The two of us... hold hands. ”

“ …… ”