Ye Xiaofei also passed the local exam. She had a similar experience to the boy in the second year of high school at the opening ceremony. She also liked sports since she was a child. When she was in elementary and junior high school, she had been receiving special training to participate in county sports meetings to get the school. She had never thought that she would not be able to get the first place in these two events before.

She was very interested in Brother Zhen in the morning, but Brother Zhen was always "very busy" after running in the morning. Ye Xiaofei didn't find a chance, so she finally had the opportunity to introduce the project and say a few words.

"I will still work hard for the 4oo meters tomorrow. I will strive to never lose to you anymore." Ye Xiaofei looked at Brother Zhen, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Brother Zhen was also aroused by her gaze, and he looked at her with a smile and nodded constantly: "Let's continue to compete tomorrow. Not only 4oo meters, I have a relay race. Do you have this too?"

Ye Xiaofei nodded: "Yes, yes, but there are fewer girls in our class and fewer can run. The four people in the relay race were temporarily caught by the Sports Commission. They basically made up the numbers. It's useless to rely on me alone, so I can't compare these two items with you."

Brother Zhen took the towel handed over by Ling Xiaoxiao with her arms, wiped her sweat while saying indifferently: "The situation in each class is similar. What are you afraid of? We don't have to worry about the rest of the class. We will be the first player at that time. We can compare differently."

Ye Xiaofei nodded in a reasonable way when she heard this: "Okay, then we will all be the best at that time. It's rare to have an opponent like you. I originally thought this sports meet was boring."

The two of them were sympathizing with each other. After running for 200 meters, they had no projects today and were not in a hurry to go back. They walked to a place with fewer people not far away, chatting while walking.

Ling Xiaoxiao reached out and poked Yue Pingjun's arm: "Should you wait and then take the snacks over. Brother Zhen is having a happy chat with Ye Xiaofei. If you pass by this, she will definitely roll her eyes to you."

Upon hearing this, Yue Pingjun stopped his feet that were about to step out. He looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and said gratefully: "Okay, OK, I'm fine anyway, I'm fine now, it doesn't matter if I wait a while."

When Ling Xiaoxiao saw that he was very knowledgeable, she kindly mentioned: "Brother Zhen is a person with a very simple mindset. If you pay more attention to her behavior on weekdays, it will be more effective than just blindly pestering her."

Yue Pingjun was stunned. Although he felt uncomfortable being exposed by a little thought, the content of Ling Xiaoxiao's words attracted his attention even more. After all, chasing girls, cough cough, are still girls who are not girls. This is his first experience in the past ten years. He had no idea what to do. He just wanted to appear as much as possible with Brother Zhen, and never thought about whether this was right.

Yue Pingjun was as if he was being lit by someone, standing there stupidly in deep thought. Ling Xiaoxiao nodded with satisfaction when she saw her understanding of her words. At this time, she heard the sound of gunfire from the opposite side, and the 2Om final of the first-year high school man began.

If someone comes to ask Ling Xiaoxiao at this time who hopes to win the first place, she will definitely answer righteously: Zheng Tian, ​​but she still shamelessly hopes that Jiang Zizhuo can finish the first place.

She was standing at this time pretty good. She could see the entire track by just a little leaning on her body. Eight boys on the track ran towards her. The person who wanted to win the first place in her heart was as she wanted, steadily pressing the second place and crossing the finish line first. And Zheng Tian, ​​in their class, probably because Brother Zhen's temporary training really worked in the morning, actually ran into the top three.

As soon as the athlete crossed the finish line, Ling Xiaoxiao dedicatedly handed the towel and mineral water to Zheng Tian. Zheng Tian didn't expect that he could actually run third. He was so excited that he saw Ling Xiaoxiao coming, he pulled her to speak desperately to vent his joy.

As soon as Jiang Zizhuo ran across the finish line, He Wenwen of Class 12 flashed and rushed to him, unable to act affectionately. So he simply handed the water in front of Jiang Zizhuo: "Jiang Zizhuo, give you water."

Ling Xiaoxiao originally thought she would see the scene like that in the morning. Although the male protagonist was the one she cared about the most, she still secretly wanted to see the excitement. As a result, this classmate He Wenwen didn't follow the norm at all. Her movements were clean and handsome, which made Ling Xiaoxiao's head full of black lines. She especially wanted to go over and hold the girl's shoulder and shake it. Ask her: Girl, are you really going to pursue your boyfriend instead of your boyfriend's best friend?

Jiang Zizhuo seemed to be stunned by He Wenwen's actions, but his face was always light when he had no expression. He could not see any emotion. He saw him shook his head slightly: "Thank you, I'm not thirsty yet."

He refused very simply! Moreover, after saying that, regardless of whether the smile on He Wenwen's face froze, he walked sideways for a few steps and went to find Yue Pingjun who was pretending to be a contemplative figure.

A trace of injury was obviously seen on He Wenwen's face, but as if she thought of the short girl just now, she took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Jiang Zizhuo.

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded in her heart, very satisfied with Jiang Zizhuo's attitude just now. Although she didn't know where her satisfied position came from, she was happy because Jiang Zizhuo was not slandering other girls.

Zheng Tian was still talking about his performance and mood just now, and was determined to cheer for 4Om tomorrow. Ling Xiaoxiao looked at the boy in front of her and suddenly felt that this should be what a teenage boy should look like, enthusiastic and innocent like a child.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Zheng Tian and smiled slightly: "We all have to work hard to make the class's total scores ranked in the top three. When the old class is happy, maybe we can give us a few more free time to have free activities."

Zheng Tian nodded silly: "Well, yes, our old class is still easy to talk to. Then let Haitao go and talk to him."

Ling Xiaoxiao was about to say something when she felt her arm suddenly being held. She subconsciously lowered her head and looked familiar when she grabbed her hand. Then she moved her eyes upwards, and the familiar and delicate face appeared in her field of vision.

Ling Xiaoxiao was a little stunned. Isn’t this person with Yue Pingjun? And He Wenwen seemed to have followed him just now, why did he run over again? She subconsciously turned her head and looked at her, and there was no trace of Miss He Wenwen on the finish line.

On Mayday, the temperature was close to 30 degrees. Ling Xiaoxiao was afraid of the cold and the cold, she had already changed into short-sleeved clothes with the rhythm of the large army. She was not covered with any fabric on her white and tender arms, and she was directly held in her hand by Jiang Zizhuo. After her thoughts turned around, she suddenly felt the touching feeling on the nerve endings on her arm.
Chapter completed!