Several people came to Mengji with a joke. Yue Pingjun called in advance, positioning the menu and placing the menu, so they had just settled down. After a while, the waiter had already brought the dishes in.

Time is tight, and several people are not eating and chatting like they do on weekdays. They hold their own bowls and try hard to stuff things into their mouths. The afternoon projects are not interesting, but they are all time-consuming projects. I don’t know when they will end.

Brother Zhen ate two bowls of rice in one go. When he was about to add another third bowl, he was stopped by Ling Xiaoxiao and Yue Pingjun. She had a competition event as soon as the afternoon started. Eating too much to run would be bad for her health.

Brother Zhen also knew his situation. After rubbing it, he still felt hungry. He didn't force it anymore, but just picked up a few more bites of food with the chopsticks.

At 1:30, the 66-66-6 in each grade and class were already full. The radio has begun to notify students participating in the 2Om finals in each grade to enter the venue. Ling Xiaoxiao and Brother Zhen stood up at the same time. Brother Zhen went to the starting line to report, and Ling Xiaoxiao was responsible for taking clothes and water to the finish line for logistics.

In the track of No. 8 Middle School, the position of the finish line remains unchanged from beginning to end. The starting line will adjust the starting position according to the length of the project. For example, the current 2Om starting point is just diagonally diagonally at the finish line.

The distance was too far, and Ling Xiaoxiao could no longer see the situation opposite, but there were still corners to listen to her. The short girl came again in the morning. At this moment, she was chatting with He Wenwen, who was working as a logistics support for Jiang Zizhuo.

"Wenwen, who are you doing logistics for this time?" The short girl knew that the consultant looked at He Wenwen with a slight look on her face.

The little girl He Wenwen, who is said to be aware of her love for Jiang Zizhuo, didn't blush. She looked at the short girl and squirted her head behind her: "Of course it's Jiang Zizhuo. Don't everyone in the key class knows what I think?"

This girl is so bachelor! This is Ling Xiaoxiao's first reaction after hearing this. Seeing that the two chattering ignored the existence of the people around her, they just started chatting on their own. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the classmate He Wenwen with her own light. At first glance, this girl felt a bit like Brother Zhen. She held water and a towel in one hand, and kicked her pants in a handsome way with the other hand. There was a little heroic spirit between her eyebrows and eyes, and she looked very free and easy.

"Do we know that your thoughts are not important? What matters is whether your sweetheart knows your thoughts?" The short girl blinked at He Wenwen, and was very powerful in March 8.

He Wenwen sighed, her tone was not so free and easy: "Will he not know what the class knows? Every time he tries to talk to him, he always looks at you lightly, as if he is very polite. In fact, he probably didn't listen to what you are saying."

The short girl patted He Wenwen's shoulder with great loyalty: "There is no such thing as the first grade in the grade. The more you look at the colder people, the more fire there is in your heart. When you use your enthusiasm to melt his shell, the fire in his heart will burn for you. Come on."

This argument seemed to be the first time He Wenwen heard about it. She thought about it very seriously. Then she nodded to the short girl: "What you said seems to make some sense. It seems that I need to work harder."

Ling Xiaoxiao listened to the conversation between the two, and thought about the short girl just now, constantly judging in her heart whether this statement made sense. Jiang Zizhuo was angry in her heart? Ling Xiaoxiao thought about it over and over again for a long time. Except for the increasing smiles of the man, it seemed that there was no other change. The hot hair was so hot that this argument was not reliable at all!

During this period of time, the 2Om final has reached the third year of junior high school. The sun on his head is scattered with the breath of early summer without any obstruction. There is no shade at all here at the finish line. Ling Xiaoxiao first wiped the sweat from Brother Zhen’s forehead with the towel that wiped Brother Zhen’s sweat. Suddenly, she felt too stupid. Brother Zhen was not the one who needed logistics. She was thrown into the desert and could run back alone.

The sun on his head was so hot that he became more and more irritable. Ling Xiaoxiao refused to admit that his inner injustice was caused by eavesdropping on the conversation between the two girls!

After the third year of junior high school, the 2O-meter project of the entire junior high school group was completed. The next year of senior high school group was the first, and the girls still ran first. When Ling Xiaoxiao was holding the water and still wanted to drink some of her own, she saw Yue Pingjun running over from not far away.

"Why are you here?" Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Yue Pingjun who was jogging happily. Didn't this person come to stare at Brother Zhen?

Yue Pingjun was holding snacks in his hand and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and gave her a 'you understand' look: "Brother Zhen and Zizhuo are going to participate in the finals later. As good friends, I naturally have the obligation to come and cheer for them."

Ling Xiaoxiao gave Yue Pingjun a blank look in contempt. Come on, can you add it to the finish line?

Yue Pingjun also knew that this excuse was a bit reluctant to look for, and smiled: "You said, will Brother Zhen like these snacks?"

Ling Xiaoxiao leaned into the bag and looked at it. Jelly, potato chips, marshmallows, etc. are all the favorites of Brother Zhen. Looking at the expectation on Yue Pingjun's face, she thought that the child's future love would be extremely difficult. She suddenly felt sympathy and stopped hitting him. She nodded and said, "Brother Zhen likes to eat these snacks the most. If you give it to her later, she should be very happy."

Not to mention that these are what Brother Zhen likes to eat. Just before the project started, Brother Zhen kept shouting in his seat, saying that he was not full at noon and would starve to death in the afternoon. This would be the big bag of snacks from Yue Pingjun. Brother Zhen would definitely pat his shoulder happily and shout "Enough buddy"...

The two were still chatting, and when they heard the guns fired from afar, Ling Xiaoxiao and Yue Pingjun quickly looked on the track. Brother Zhen and the girl who ran very fast in the morning were still staring at each other very close to each other this time. The girl should have participated in this kind of event all year round, and she looked very experienced. Brother Zhen didn't get her off several times. In the end, Brother Zhen relied on her abnormal physical strength and long legs, and barely crossed the finish line first.

Brother Zhen ran forward a few more steps before stopping, turned around, and looked at the girl smiling, with a little mutual appreciation in her eyes. The girl bent over and gasped. After a long time, she stood up and walked to Brother Zhen and stretched out her right hand: "Class 7, Ye Xiaofei."

Brother Zhen also stretched out his right hand and held it up: "Class Ninth, Dong Zhennan."
Chapter completed!