tall rose

Chapter 43 XLIII

Xia Zang and Haoyue Jiang Yanxu agreed, and the three cheered for Yang Sheng at three positions on the track.

Haoyue was near the starting point, Jiang Yanxu was in the middle, and Xia Zang helped Yang Sheng guard the finish line with his jacket. The arrangement was perfect.

Of course, they did not forget Xiao Jiang's own project, and they applauded sincerely after seeing him fall into the bunker.

Xia Zang didn't go along with those two, and gave Xiao Jiang a few of the fudge left in his pocket yesterday, which made the teary little kid burst into laughter instantly.

"Brother Xia!" Xiao Jiang wanted to rush over to give Xia Zang a grateful hug, but Yang Sheng pushed him aside.

"Well, it's also my boyfriend." Yang Sheng laughed extremely dangerously, Xiao Jiang shivered, and shrank weakly beside Sister Yue.

Sister Yue: "Look, what are you doing to provoke them when you have nothing to do? You've been stuffed with dog food."

But fortunately Xiao Jiang is a magnanimous person. Yang Sheng still stood up to his post dutifully when his competition started.

When the culprit ran the first lap, he still waved to the poor little boy to show his arrogance and arrogance.

Jiang Yanxu said to himself, seeing Yang Sheng can't breathe later, he must do his part as a buddy and laugh at him ruthlessly.

But except for the three of them supporting Yang Sheng, everyone in the class who had nothing to do gathered in twos and threes to the side of the track, led by the class cadres to cheer for the players in classes [-] and [-].

Xia Zang did not hear the roaring shouts in the middle of the stage. He accompanied the physical education teacher with black-rimmed glasses watching the stopwatch at the finish line.

Well, I seem to have seen this teacher yesterday... There is no way, the number of physical education teachers in the school is limited, and there is no choice but to shift online for the entire sports meeting.

When Yang Sheng passed the second lap, his pace slowed down a bit, but he still maintained the leading position in the team; the physical education teacher said while looking at the stopwatch: "Just keep this speed, and it's no problem to win the first place in the group."

Xia Zang saw that Yang Sheng had exhausted a lot of energy, so he didn't have the energy to say hello to him again during this lap; alas, there was no way, even if he had practiced the previous week, but the time was limited and the venue was limited, and the practice was only for the real competition. warm up.

Playing on the field in a serious manner, the physical exertion should be far greater than usual training.

Xia Zang was pinching his palms and worrying about Yang Sheng, when a familiar female voice came from behind: "Oh, Xiao Zang, what a coincidence."

He is Yang Sheng's English teacher and teacher Luo's apprentice.

"Hello, Teacher Qiao." Xia Zang took a step back and greeted Teacher Qiao.

Teacher Qiao nodded in agreement, and exchanged greetings with the physical education teacher next to her.

Xia Zang consciously moved to the side, so as to make his sense of existence smaller.

Teacher Qiao turned her face away, and smiled softly: "Come and watch the whisper competition."

"Well, I promised to pick him up at the finish line." Xia Zang looked down at the lawn under his feet, and hugged Yang Sheng's down jacket tightly.

"Oh, I remembered, the kid who ran third yesterday was called Yang Sheng." The physical education teacher said leisurely, "It's a student in Class [-], I taught it before."

"I haven't heard you say that before, that kid is good at running." Teacher Qiao joked, "You are such a good sports seedling, and if Teacher Lu knows about it, he must say that you prefer Class [-] and don't pay attention to it."

"That's because the child doesn't show his talents, so I can only help with physical examinations and train a few sports talents at most. It's too difficult for me to write down the names of the students." The physical education teacher was not annoyed, and joked cheerfully go back.

Xia Zang took the opportunity to let go of his thoughts, and his eyes followed the little black dot that was getting closer to the finish line.

"I also saw the kid next to me yesterday. He and Yang Sheng seem to have a good relationship."

"Oh, the two of them are brothers. One is studying literature and the other is studying theory. They don't usually meet each other at school. This is not just a sports meeting. The two brothers can also promote their relationship together."

"It's true, most of these dolls are only children now, and it is quite lucky to have a brother to grow up with them."

While the teachers were talking, Yang Sheng had already run the third lap. He staggered a bit at the finish line, but he stabilized quickly and adjusted his breathing to enter the final sprint.

Xia Zang pierced his nails into the soft flesh of his palm, and then he regained his composure a little, and did not rush out of the viewing area to block the track.

And as if telepathic, Yang Sheng turned his face away and waved his hand vigorously at him, but he was sweating profusely, and the broken hair on his forehead blurred his eyes.

Regardless of the teacher next to him, Xia Zang yelled in his already hoarse voice, "Come on, there is still a lap!"

Unexpectedly, Teacher Qiao also yelled: "Come on, come on, I'll be the first, please eat candy!"

Although Yang Sheng doesn't really like sweets, Xia Zang thought and couldn't help laughing.

The physical education teacher maintained the majesty of the referee and continued to look at the stopwatch dignifiedly.

Yang Sheng was also upbeat, gritted his teeth and swung the one behind him half a circle, causing Xia Zang to run impatiently and involuntarily; fortunately, he still kept his sense and handed over his coat to Teacher Qiao for safekeeping, kicking his legs and hurriedly After catching up, I met Jiang Yanxu who was also running across half of the football field.

Haoyue shouted behind them: "I am with you in spirit!"

And Jiang Yanxu shouted while running: "Yang Sheng, cheer up buddy!"

Xia Zang didn't say much, just closely followed Yang Sheng's pace and breath; running and running was full of energy, Xia Zang was a meter or two faster than Yang Sheng.

He saw that the referee's assistant was already pulling the red line at the finish line, and the cheerleader Mr. Qiao used his hands as a loudspeaker to shout, so he rushed to the edge of the finish line regardless, stepped into the track, turned around and faced Yang Sheng, and stepped back five or six times. He stepped forward to leave enough buffer distance for the comer, and in the blink of an eye, a wet little hamster jumped into his arms.

The referee teacher blew his whistle and said with a little complaint: "What about the race, why are you still rushing to the middle of the track?"

However, the people around him didn't listen to the persuasion, they should go to pick up the players behind, and they should go to celebrate No.1.

Xia Zang heard Yang Sheng buried in his arms and said: "It's only the preliminary round now...you have to run again in the afternoon."

"Then run, what a big deal." Xia Zang patted his undulating back, and the cashmere sweater exuded steam.

He is a lively and enthusiastic boyfriend.

"Or if you are so tired, don't run in the afternoon."

Yang Sheng smiled, raised his face and pushed him, not as clinging to him as yesterday.

Only then did Xia Zang realize that Mr. Qiao stood beside him holding his coat for a while. Fortunately, the teacher was attracted by Jiang Yanxu and Haoyue who hurried over.

Yang Sheng slipped out of his embrace, and politely said to the teacher: "Thank you teacher, give me the coat."

His breathing was well adjusted, and he didn't even gasp when he spoke.

Teacher Qiao didn't blame them for acting like no one else, and handed over the coat with a smile, "Come on in the afternoon, whisper, I look forward to your winning the prize."

"I won the award, Teacher Qiao, to reduce my homework for a week." Jiang Yanxu suggested provocatively based on the principle of watching the excitement without taking too much trouble.

Haoyue dragged Hanhan to a safe place before Teacher Qiao flew over with sharp eyes, "Ten sets of weekly English newspapers have been rewarded by Teacher Qiao."

The sharp eyes turned into joy with curved eyebrows, Teacher Qiao clapped his hands and said: "That's good, you will have a share in Yang Sheng's light, everyone will have a share."

Yang Sheng put on his coat, covered his eyes tiredly, Xia Zang quietly wrapped his waist around him from behind.

"Don't worry about me, brother." Yang Sheng said.

"Drink water?" Xia Zang didn't bother him.

"Let's drink after a while." Yang Sheng said.

He still overestimated his physical strength, and Yang Sheng fell apart on the big bed in the rental house, feeling that the game in the afternoon was a bit overhanging.

Yang Sheng pretended to be asleep by Xia Zang's hand, and Xia Zang leaned against the head of the bed, flipping through the review materials.

He didn't want to lie down and rest, and he was afraid that he wouldn't want to get up once he lay down, but Xia Zang thought that he had to rest well for the game, and forced him down on the bed.

Sigh, my boyfriend is so good, I just don’t go to school in the afternoon, I’m tired of being with my boyfriend, what prize will I get, and why will I run 500 meters.

But Yang Sheng is not such a person who can swallow this breath easily, not to mention that he is exhausted to this point, it is impossible to let it go, it will never be possible.

After thinking about it in a daze, he finally pretended to be asleep and fell asleep.

I don't know what time it is when I wake up again. It stands to reason that Xia Zang would set the alarm clock, and if the alarm clock didn't ring, it means it's still early.

Yang Sheng's legs were sore and his arms were sore, and it was a little difficult to turn over, so he had to put his body on his boyfriend's back shamelessly, pretending to take advantage of him secretly.

He didn't know why he had so many stinking problems, and he was so tired that he was almost dead in the morning, so it was an excellent time to be clingy with Xia Zang, and no one would blame him.

But in the subconscious mind, there is a force that is stubborn, saying that you can't, you have to be stunned.

The gentle country is the easiest to be intoxicated; if you are half awake, you can be comforted and healed for a while, but you can't try this way if your consciousness is shaky.

Blame the troublesome boyfriend.

At that time, Xia Zang will also give Xia Zang a chance to back off by whispering in his ear, saying that you should stop comparing, that your body is more important or something.

The stubbornness in his subconscious told him that people must not be soft bones.

His head can be broken or bleeding, and his boyfriend can roll around in front of his eyes; he won't be shaken by it...

But Xia Zang really hugged him well.

After some psychological struggle, Yang Sheng stood on the familiar runway with "Don't beat me" written all over his face.

Both Jiang Yanxu and Haoyue felt that his fighting spirit was inspired by his opponent Yuan Liquan, while Xia Zang was worried about whether he slept well at noon.

Yuan Liquan himself also took a look at Yang Sheng's side for this unlawful bet, as a threat.

And Yang Sheng: Hello, what are you doing?

The whole person was shrouded in black air, his eyes were like a sharp knife that killed a thousand crows, and Yuan Liquan would be the one thousand and one.

Haoyue, who was guarding the starting position, sent a message to Jiang Yanxu, who was in the middle position, saying, "Teacher Yang seems to have a lot of fighting spirit."

Jiang Yanxu replied with a sense of atmosphere: "That's right, it's a fight to the death!"

The cheerleaders from Class [-] gathered the melon-eating crowd from Class [-], and under Lao Wang's kind gaze, they dispersed on both sides to cheer for the two good seedlings that all the boys in Class [-] and [-] had only killed.

Yang Sheng: The world is so noisy, I want to go back to sleep.

In addition, my brother is far away from me, and I have to run to see it.

Xia Zang looked at Teacher Qiao who was bouncing excitedly beside him: "Go to the starting point and watch over it, I'm here."

And several students from Class [-] who were pulled to do coolies.

Teacher Qiao: "It's too far away, I don't want to go there."

Continuing to bounce around there, Xia Zang hugged Yang Sheng's jacket a meter or two away from the teacher.

When Teacher Qiao's cell phone rang, she looked down and exclaimed, "Oh, Haoyue's snapshot is so beautiful!"

Before Xia Zang could ask, the teacher pointed her smart phone at Xia Zang.

It was Yang Sheng who was moving his wrists and ankles. He had a stern face, half of his eyes were covered by his broken hair, and the corners of his eyes were raised uncomfortably.

Light-colored cashmere sweater, pure black tight-fitting sweatpants, and the contrast between the upper and lower shades perfectly reveal his three-to-seven proportions.

Haoyue's angle captured the picture well again, and it seemed that a male model with a bad face had legs from the neck down.

He is very handsome.

Xia Zang took a deep breath of cold air into his lungs, and then suppressed his mad desire to ask the teacher for the original drawing.

Wake up, you only have a brick machine, and you can't ask for any original pictures!

Well, if not, I can ask Miss Haoyue to help, and I can print out the photos so that he can suck them between the pages of the book... Oh no, to ward off evil spirits.

Fortunately, the sound of the starting gun made Xia Zang's trembling heart slowly fall to the ground. Teacher Qiao jumped even more happily, and the students in Class [-] opposite him also shouted "Come on" reflexively.

Well, people haven't arrived yet.

In the first lap, all the runners were not fast in order to seek stability, but it didn't take long to reach the finish line when they started to run.

Before Xia Zang was ready, Yang Sheng, who was ranked fourth, flashed past his eyes, well, he didn't have time to cheer.

After yelling symbolically twice, Teacher Qiao said on the sidelines: "Xiaosheng really has two skills, and he can follow Yuan Liquan so closely."

It was only then that Xia Zang realized that the tall man in front of Yang Sheng was the culprit of everything Yuan Liquan, so he couldn't help worrying about his boyfriend.

The referee teacher was as calm as a mountain, and he still had time to ask Teacher Qiao: "Then who do you think will get a better ranking between the two, Teacher Qiao?"

"They are all students in my class. I can't predict this, Mr. He." Mr. Qiao smiled, "The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh."

"Here, baby, what do you think?" Teacher He nodded at Xia Zang again.

"I think it's Yang Sheng." Xia Zang blurted out, with an open and partial heart.

The two teachers just laughed, Xia Zang turned his face away, and his eyes followed the thin back who was going away.

No matter how you look at it, you don't have an advantage among a group of tall sports students.

Just do your best, Yang Sheng, don't be brave.

Sure enough, those who can reach the finals are not good.

After one lap, Yang Sheng could only grit his teeth and follow behind Yuan Liquan. From time to time, someone would overtake him in the fourth position. Fortunately, he stabilized and threw the overtakers behind him time and time again.

But it was too exhausting, and the opponents all adjusted their breathing in an orderly manner, and their faces were as calm as if they were running at an ordinary slow speed.

There is no way, compared to him, an ordinary student who is forced to rely on cultural achievements to survive, the daily homework of sports students is to exercise, and they should seize all available time to exercise.

Physical fitness is not at the same level at all.

So it's better to beat Yuan Liquan up after the game... Yang Sheng thought about it, but his pace obviously picked up.

In the second lap, the strength cannot be relaxed.

Then he glanced hastily at his boyfriend, um, Xia Zang seemed to be worried about him.

Okay, I have to beat Yuan Liquan twice after the game.

Yuan Liquan in front: Hello, what do you do?

The third lap... There is no way, the plastic on the soles of the feet seems to be getting softer and softer, it feels like cotton when stepping on it, and the slightly restrained muscle soreness surges up, and I am stuck.

One person after another surpassed him, he couldn't see clearly, the foreground in front of his eyes shook and turned into phantoms.

Oops, something is going to go wrong.

Suddenly, he saw his opponent in front of him accumulating energy to accelerate, um, is the game about to end?

Yang Sheng tasted the blood in his mouth, and unknowingly quickened his pace, making him surpass one person, and then another person.

There is the whistling wind and unreal human voice in my ears, and my breathing is as heavy as lead.

"Yang Sheng, are you coming to the competition? If you lose, you will be rewarded with homework for a week; if you win, you will be responsible for our brother's homework for a semester."

"Yang Sheng, compare, why not compare?"

"You coward, slug, you only cry for your mother..."

Well, I didn't want to worry about these things at first, but I was picked out by a strange game.

"Compare, why not compare?"

Yang Sheng heard his voice congested and hoarse, and he seemed to be carrying a heavy object in his hand; he looked at it intently, it was a red brick, but unfortunately it wasn't stained with blood, and the color wasn't pretty.

"Let's compare and connect bricks with our heads."

"Whoever survives will win."

It is estimated that he has inherited some of his father's violent genes, but he still feels sore hands when he lifts a brick.

Seeing the terrified expressions of those people, as if encountering a ghost, he suddenly felt that it was not interesting, and threw the red brick away.

After all, there is no blood.

He doesn't like violence, but many times and many problems, he relies on violence to solve everything.

Boss Lu was worried about this, and I really felt sorry for his old man.

When troubles arose during junior high school, Yang Sheng always asked Boss Lu to be the parent in training.

At the end, Boss Lu said with some relief, "Everything must be done in a certain way, and I'm actually very happy to see that level from your performance."

Stop it, he has no restraint, fights in groups, threatens his classmates...

Alas, I knew that I would have to break Yuan Liquan's wrist.

The foreground shook even more violently, and the vague human voice in my ears became clearer and stronger.

Amid the sea of ​​screams and stomping, Yang Sheng heard someone calling his name.

There are many, but his ears only follow that one.

"Yang Sheng!"

He fell into that embrace again, and Xia Zang seemed to have run 1500 meters, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were red.

"Did I win?" Yang Sheng asked.

Xia Zang hugged him so tightly that his bones were hurt.

"You won." Xia Zang said.

"Look at your grades. You are already in the third grade of junior high school. Why are you still more than 20 points behind your brother?"

"You look like this, how do you go to high school and go to university?"

Here it is again, even if these innocuous words have no lethal effect on him, Yang Sheng still feels irritable.

For his mother's frowning, for his sharp and mournful voice, for...his damned grades.

But he usually doesn't talk back, and talking back will only give his mother more ground to criticize him.

Who then rescued him?

Oh, it was Xia Zang who was passing by to get water from the water dispenser. His mother was just talking about Yang's voice, but the person who didn't want to be compared was already sitting on the sofa out of her sight, drinking water slowly.

Yang Sheng was also bored, so he just stared straight at people drinking water, adolescent boys gradually developed an Adam's apple; Xia Zang's neck was as white as a lotus root, and the small protruding skin was like a budding flower bud.

Probably because I was too anxious, all kinds of strange metaphors popped out of my mind.

After a while, the mother stopped lecturing, turned around to get a tea cup to drink water, and happened to meet Xia Zang who put down the water cup.

Oh hey, Yang Sheng went to the theater with an attitude of having nothing to do with himself. It was not kind to treat his own mother like this, but he also just wanted to see how his stepmother and stepson would go to war.

But Xia Zang opened his mouth calmly, "Auntie, I don't think you need to compare my grades with Yang Sheng's."

Unsurprisingly, the embarrassment on the mother's expression became even more rigid, Yang Sheng thought for a while but couldn't think of any appropriate response for her.

"He and I are not in the same school. The monthly exams and weekly exams have different questions. It's not fair to him to compare." No one interrupted, Xia Zang continued, "Besides, even if the questions are the same, he got so many points in the exam. This high school is more than enough, and there is no need to compare with me."

"After all, I'm not the admission line for high school, and I don't have any necessary competitive relationship with him. As long as he can do what he can do, he is already amazing."

Xia Zang put the words aside, and walked back to the room with his water glass, regardless of whether his mother was listening or returning.

In fact, Yang Sheng should thank him, but for some reason, for such a long period of time, Yang Sheng kept parallel and disjoint with him.

Thinking about it now, I feel a little lost.

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