69novels Chapter 27 Hurricane
Chapter 27 Hurricane
There was a red high and low steps on the grass of the stadium, and Zhao Jiaxu was carried to the highest point by a group of people.
He supported himself on crutches, and the awarding teacher handed him the red certificate of honor.
Zhu Xuejin ran over from nowhere: "Zhao Jiaxu! Don't cry! Smile! Eggplant!" As the camera shutter sounded, a tear-filled smiling face was frozen in the viewfinder.
After the match, Zhao Jiaxu went back to the hospital obediently, and Old Qiao reprimanded them in the stands:
"All of you are really capable. You carried Zhao Jiaxu to run, right? No.1 is as important as his body? He ran into the hospital again. You should reflect on yourself. Did you emphasize safety first to you before the sports meeting? - Safety first, no one listens."
Li Qi whispered: "I didn't emphasize it, didn't I tell us to relax..."
Old Qiao: "You bastards are utilitarian. What is the purpose of our school sports meeting? To keep fit. The loudspeaker still emphasizes that safety comes first, friendship comes second, competition comes last, and third, you guys Well, just put the cart before the horse for me."
I don't know who in the stands couldn't help laughing.
"Reflect on yourself, I'm too lazy to talk about you."
Old Qiao wore a little black hat, pointed at them, turned and left.
A group of students poked their heads and laughed lowly:
"goodbye teacher!"
"Teacher, we must reflect on ourselves!"
When Old Qiao walked away, they let go of their laughter completely. Just as they were laughing, Lin Yang and Sister Hua came over.
Lin Yang smiled at them wearing a sun visor: "So happy, it seems that I didn't reflect on it."
The nearest boy held up four fingers: "I understand, I understand, teacher, we have really reflected on it seriously."
"Come on, your English teacher and I didn't come here to scold you, so pretend less. In fact, your teacher Qiao didn't come here to scold you either. Don't look at him as fierce, but he's just worried about your safety. Over there, a bunch of teachers praised you for your strong cohesion."
"Really, teacher?"
"Look, let me just say, based on what I know about Old Qiao, how could he be willing to kill us!"
Lin Yang: "Really, it's okay if the romantic age of seventeen or eighteen is as boring as us."
They had a big fight with Lin Yang, and Sister Hua also told them a few things. Yesterday, the monitoring of the 4x200 relay was adjusted. The athlete in the branch school's sports class did it on purpose, and the sports meeting has been cancelled. All eligibility.
Lin Yang added: "However, I heard Teacher Yang and the others say that many people in the physical education class retired before they were punished. They said that they were hit by a car when they went out to eat barbecue. I don't know what happened."
Sister Hua shrugged her shoulders and didn't express any opinion.
Wen Kuo put his arms on his knees, looked at the noisy people below, and said with a low laugh: "Your car is quite powerful, you can kill seven people at a time."
Jiang Peizhi didn't say a word, and suddenly reached out to grab the top of his hair and rub it.
Wen Kuo turned his head: "Don't take this opportunity to retaliate..."
"Brother Wen, Brother Wen, I'm calling you." The boy in front suddenly poked him several times frantically, reminding him repeatedly.
With Jiang Peizhi's hand still on his head, Wen Kuo looked forward in a daze.
Sister Hua: "Stop flirting, both of you. What about you, the Huaiwai Cup Preliminary Competition is on October [-]th, give me something to eat, especially you Wen Kuo, come and see me if you can't get the first prize back."
Wen Kuo was cueed by Sister Hua, he nodded in agreement, and the rest of the group were overjoyed.
Sister Hua said in a serious tone about meeting Huai Wai Cup before leaving with Lin Yang. Before leaving, Lin Yang quietly pointed at Sister Hua's back and winked at them:
"Hard mouth and soft heart, the monitoring was checked by your English teacher himself, and he watched it all night."
The morale of the students in the first class was even higher, and they won three consecutive championships in the next three games. After getting an honorary certificate, they sent one to the group, and then Aite Zhao Jiaxu.
In the previous 200-meter semi-finals, Zhao Jiaxu was led by Jiang Peizhi, and he directly crushed into the finals. On the morning of the 29th, he quickly won the first place amidst the screams of the audience.
As soon as a class of students received their honorary certificates and shouted "Master Jiang is awesome", he turned around and went to the 3000-meter long-distance race with Wen Kuo for inspection.
Li Qi followed behind and yelled: "Master, Master Jiang! Can you hold on forever?!"
Jiang Peizhi adjusted his wristband and said, "Wait for the certificate by the podium."
Li Qi was so shocked that he could only speak "beautiful", but compared to Jiang Peizhi's ease, Wen Kuo was not so excited. During the inspection, he stood in front of Jiang Peizhi, muttering with a sullen face. :
"When Zhao Jiaxu's leg recovers, I have to whip him."
Jiang Peizhi raised his eyes and looked at his white and sweaty back of his neck: "Are you nervous?"
Wen Kuo: "I'm not nervous, but I'm not too relaxed. I can't do long-distance running. 1000 meters is the limit. No.1 depends on you."
Jiang Peizhi stretched out his hand, and plucked a bunch of messy short hair on the back of his head, "Didn't you like me more than you for No.1? Why did you give up this time before playing?"
Wen Kuo: "It's different."
"Why is it different?"
Wen Kuo: "..."
"Would you like to try it?"
"Ok?"
"You took No.1, I promise you one condition."
Wen Kuo turned his head abruptly, and looked into Jiang Peizhi's smiling eyes: "Really? Any conditions are acceptable?"
Jiang Peizhi raised his eyebrows.
Wen Kuo: "If you don't talk, you're a puppy."
"Pull the hook?"
Wen Kuo: "..."
The inspection ended soon, and the contestants took their positions at the starting point. Jiang Peizhi stood on the second track, and Wen Kuo stood on the fourth track.
Not far from the periphery of the runway is the promenade of No. [-] Middle School, where clusters of bright green leaves of beech flowers are swaying. The sun is still very strong in late summer and early autumn, and the light is rolling, rolling around on the leaves, shining into the into Wen Kuo's eyes.
He blinked, a gust of wind passed by, and a "bang" of the starting gun pierced the heavy air.
Wen Kuo's explosive strength is only useful in long-distance running to seize the opportunity. He quickly threw off the people behind and rushed to the inner circle. "Come on!" Wen Kuo pinched his palm and sped up the speed again.
However, sprinting consumes a lot of energy. After two laps, Wen Kuo felt that his legs were filled with lead, and his breathing became more and more rapid. However, he gritted his teeth and still did not slow down. It will be difficult to sprint for the second time if you use all your strength, and basically the second half will be useless.
After the third lap, Jiang Peizhi, who had been running at a constant speed, had already caught up with him, and the gap between the other people and him was getting smaller and smaller.
Wen Kuo's scalp was about to explode, and his throat already smelled of blood.
"Pay attention to the rhythm and try to breathe evenly."
Jiang Peizhi overtook him, but still maintained a distance of only one step faster, and the low voice of heavy breathing came over.
With a dazed mind, Wen Kuo responded indiscriminately.
"Follow my rhythm."
Wen Kuo heard it, but he was too tired to turn his head, all the cells in his body were clamoring, and there was only one thought left in his mind, to rush forward.
"Wen Kuo."
Jiang Peizhi suddenly called his name.
The voice was not high, and no one else could hear it except him. The cool and low voice was like a gust of wind blowing in this thick and scorching summer day, and Wen Kuo's mind suddenly became clearer.
He wiped off the sweat that had slipped from the side of his face to his chin, trying to follow Jiang Peizhi to adjust his breathing.
They made it past lap five with two and a half laps to go.
The 3000-meter long-distance race is a very big test for people's physical strength and willpower. When they got here, some people on the field gave up and took a walk, and they were caught by the leaders Jiang Peizhi and Wen Kuo for two full laps.
After the sixth lap and the seventh lap, No.3 and No.4 also began to sprint, and the race entered the last 700 meters.
A drop of sweat entered Wen Kuo's eyes, which were astringent and painful, and the eye sockets were irritated and turned red, which looked like tears.
At the last 200 meters, he was out of breath, and his eyes were too dry to see ahead. Suddenly, a gust of wind passed beside him, and No.3 passed him.
He looked up, Jiang Peizhi had already crossed the finish line, and No.2 would arrive soon, Wen Kuo rolled his eyes and accelerated his pace, at this time, the fourth person also passed him.
The finish line was very close to him, but his footsteps were so heavy that he almost couldn't get out.
"Brother Wen, come on!"
"Brother Wen! The end is ahead!"
"Come on! Master Jiang is waiting for you at the finish line!"
Voices came one after another, Wen Kuo saw clearly the person at the finish line, Jiang Peizhi looked at him panting heavily, and at the last 50 meters, Jiang Peizhi opened his arms.
Wen Kuo's eyes were watery again, this time it wasn't sweat, he knew it was tears.
He rushed to the finish line with all his strength, and at the moment when the teacher blew the whistle at the finish line, Wen Kuo felt himself crash into a broad embrace.
His nose was so sore that tears fell almost instantly: "I'm not... not number one."
Drenched with sweat, he gasped heavily and buried himself in the opponent's arms. Jiang Peizhi hugged him tightly, supporting his back with one hand and protecting the back of his head with the other.
"It's okay, Wen Kuo, you are already great, and you are number one in my heart."
Wen Kuo's throat hurt badly, and he coughed several times.
Jiang Peizhi curled his fingers and rubbed his hair lightly, saying "you are great" all the time.
A group of other people ran over with glucose and towels and sprayed with cold water. Jiang Peizhi shook his head at them, signaling to wait.
Wen Kuo slowed down for a long time, a smell of agave poured into his nostrils, his breathing gradually became smooth, and his brain consciousness returned to normal, only then did he realize that he was holding Jiang Peizhi and crying.
"Hold."
The young master cursed in a low, nasal voice, then got up and took the wet towel that Li Qi handed over, and covered his head to cool down.
He felt ashamed: "I tried my best."
Li Qi snorted: "What's the matter with this, Brother Wen, Bai Yi is so big that he only ran seventh last year, Brother Wen, you ran fourth very well, you don't know what kind of beasts are the 3000-meter competitors this year, right? Just the two in front of you are the champions of the previous two years, we didn't expect that you and Master Jiang could achieve such a good result."
"Brother Wen, you are already very good, you and Master Jiang are number one in our hearts!"
"Brother Wen is awesome! Master Jiang is awesome!"
"At the beginning of the game, we were all stunned when Brother Wen rushed out. You didn't see the man in the fifth lane. I laughed so hard. He tripped because of Brother Wen's fright."
"Really, Brother Wen's sprint is really awesome! Last year's record of [-] was broken by Brother Wen!"
"Laughing, Brother Wen also broke the record of [-] sprints the year before last!"
The temperature on Wen Kuo's face gradually dissipated. He lifted up the towel and looked at Jiang Peizhi, who was smiling.
"Talk what you say, one condition."
Wen Kuo: "I'm not number one."
"I said, you are number one in my heart."
Wen Kuo's face was hot, and he covered it with the towel again.
Ok.
Summer in Huai City is a lively season. In my memory, the school sports meeting in the past two years was also so dull, windless and scorching sun, but even in such breathless days, Wen Kuo never forgot that when he crossed the finish line, The other party's warm embrace and heartbeat, as well as the strong and cool smell of tequila.
That was the only hurricane that blew through his heart during his senior year in high school.
The author has something to say:
Frighten me to death Frighten me to death! ! !Come on, both of you! !Must I press my head!
感谢在2022-04-0600:06:08~2022-04-0617:04:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Jingshu 1;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!