Ling Xiaoxiao reached out and rubbed her chin. When the child Yue Pingjun was not by Brother Zhen, he was still a very normal and charming big boy. He would not say that he was covered up by his personal style all day long. It is normal for someone like him to like him. After all, everyone has their own preferences.

Ling Xiaoxiao raised the corner of her lips and thought about waiting for Brother Zhen to beside her. She didn't know how Yue Pingjun would treat his classmates. When she thought that there was fun, she was so happy to watch Ling Xiaoxiao.

"Who will do the logistics of your class in the 200-meter final in the afternoon?" The short girl raised another question.

"It should be He Wenwen. Everyone in the class knows what she thinks about Jiang. She should be here in the afternoon." Not to mention Yue Pingjun, the oval-faced girl spoke very neatly.

"These two school grasses in your class are very popular. I don't know who will take them down in the end. The girls in our school shouldn't let them be single to college." The short girl started another round of teasing.

Ling Xiaoxiao was listening to others talking about what Jiang Zizhuo and Yue Pingjun were like. She frowned and thought for a long time, unable to find accurate words to describe it, but she still felt unhappy that something that belonged to her was coveted by others.

The 100-meter final of the third grade of junior high school was soon completed. Volunteers sent by each class and staff from the student union followed the physical education teacher to focus on the final results and rankings.

The students who had completed the competition gradually left with the logistics sent by the class. There were no noisy junior high school children. Ling Xiaoxiao no longer felt her brain hurt, and the air seemed to be a little fresher.

When we arrived at the high school group, the first one was the 100-meter final of the first-year high school girl. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at a tall and blurry figure at the other end of the track, stretching her arms and kicking her legs to warm up. She still couldn't help but want to laugh. Brother Zhen is so tall that he is like a boy who has mixed into the girls' team...

After the statistics were completed here, I raised the flag to the other end of the starting line. When the opposite side received a signal, I instructed the students participating in the competition to prepare. Among the eight girls, only Brother Zhen and another girl used a very standard squat. The other girls were very unprofessional and half-squatted, and they were done with one stroke of their legs.

As soon as the gun rang, all the classes in the senior year-old group around the rostrum made a shocking sound. No classmates in the class participated in the finals and tried to shout to the eight people on the field. Of course, with Brother Zhen's charm, the most cheers were also gained.

The girls who used the same starting position as Brother Zhen also started very fast. They were always comparable to each other, almost at the same time. However, Brother Zhen still had the advantage of long legs. He crossed the key line first and won the first place in the first group of women in the first group of women.

When Ling Xiaoxiao saw Brother Zhen running over, she quickly went over to wrap her big towel. Brother Zhen saw Ling Xiaoxiao's actions and hurriedly hid aside. She was sweating all over her body. Wouldn't it be so hot to surround her?

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't force Brother Zhen. She just came over and poked her leg, then grinned and said, "It's very beautiful."

Brother Zhen really wanted to shake his bangs. Who made the heroes in the TV series like to use such actions when pretending to be handsome? Unfortunately, her head was covered with sweat, and her bangs were wet against her forehead. She shook it for a while, but she didn't fly at all.

"That's right, I've practiced Brother Zhen." As he said that, he also put on a classic pose of a bodybuilder. Ling Xiaoxiao bent down and rubbed her stomach.

Ling Xiaoxiao is not the logistics of Class 9. But Brother Zhen has a project and she is fine, so she came to join in the fun. However, Liu Haitao, based on the principle of making the best use of things, asked her to take care of the students in the class who participated in the men's finals. Therefore, even if Brother Zhen is finished running, Ling Xiaoxiao cannot leave.

Thinking about waiting for the story that Yue Pingjun had to tell with their class logistics department, Ling Xiaoxiao kindly invited Brother Zhen to wait for the male classmates in the class to go back together. Brother Zhen doesn't care. She is doing stretching after running. For people like her who exercise for many years, warm-up and stretching are two indispensable links, and you cannot cut corners.

The gunshots sounded again on the opposite side. Ling Xiaoxiao was a good child and was still very concerned about the honor of the class, so she quickly found a place with a good vision to watch the competition. Although Zheng Tian, ​​the deputy squad leader of Class 9, was tall and big, with two long legs, he had never practiced after all. Halfway through the run, he was left behind by the people in front of him.

The first place in the first group of men in the high school group was unexpectedly won by a child Yue Pingjun. The child had just crossed the finish line and wanted to show off to Brother Zhen, but was stopped by the oyster-faced girl in the class.

The little girl looked at him affectionately: "Student Yue, drink some water. You just finished running and your throat was very dry."

Yue Pingjun's smile froze. He was all classmates in the class. He couldn't learn the cold expression that Jiang Zizhuo faced everyone like, so even if he was afraid that Brother Zhen would misunderstand, he still took the water over with great cultivation and thanked him.

The little girl looked at Yue Pingjun, and the friendship on her face became more and more obvious: "Student Yue, it's very hard to run a hundred meters. Students like us who are not good at sports can't participate in these projects, so they can do logistics. However, I'm still very happy to be able to deliver water and clothes to Yue, who is the first in the race."

The campus atmosphere of No. 8 Middle School is open, so boys and girls are very brave to speak. When they meet someone they like, they dare to pursue it boldly, and there is no need to worry about whether teachers will look for parents. In this campus atmosphere, although several students in each class will have affected their studies because they are addicted to their own thoughts, more of it has cultivated the students of No. 8 Middle School’s choices for future opportunities.

This atmosphere allows students to reflect on what is more important in life and what should be done at the stage of life. Therefore, when there is conflict with learning, many things can be put aside, but when there is no conflict, many things can be done with let go. Just like now, the little girl is almost drooling at Yue Pingjun's tender face with red lips and white teeth.

Yue Pingjun was somewhat embarrassed at this girl. If he had a lot of things to fool the girl away, she would be very happy. But if Brother Zhen was on the side, he suddenly felt that nothing was appropriate. He looked so slick and didn't want to be seen by Brother Zhen at all. So Yue Pingjun was a little embarrassed and kept wiping his forehead and cheeks with a tissue. He wiped his forehead and cheeks desperately regardless of whether he had sweat or not, just to hide his embarrassment.
Chapter completed!