The whistle of a barge woke Yinglong from his memory, and he looked up ahead, and the sky in the distance was clouded, some heavy lead gray color, and the clouds were as thick as an old quilt.

He continued to walk by the river, his legs and feet were already a little sore, and he had traveled too far to see the intersection from which he came.

Yinglong was a little dazed, looking up at the road ahead, there were not many pedestrians passing by.

The soreness in his legs and feet at the moment reminded him of a long-distance run back then.

The soreness at this time is a bit like running a long distance.

Yinglong searched for the 800-meter run in his memory, and shook his head helplessly, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

At that time, Yinglong was in middle school, and before he knew it, the annual sports meeting had arrived.

Yinglong has always liked to watch the excitement, especially the annual school sports meeting.

As usual, he and a few of his classmates became cheerleaders in his class and watched school sports competitions.

Yinglong came to school early, at this time the whistle on the sports field came one after another, and the cheers of the students overshadowed the tide, although the weather was a little hot, but everyone's enthusiasm was undiminished.

Yinglong and his friend "Roast Chicken" walked on the edge of the venue.

Some people may ask, how did the nickname "roast chicken" come about?

It turned out that although Yinglong's classmate was not tall, he was muscular, tiger-headed, always wearing a pair of black-framed glasses on his face, and he ran at an even speed, but his upper body was straight, and his big ass kept his center of gravity still.

In this way, the classmates couldn't help but think of the roast turkey on Christmas in the movie, so he unfortunately got the nickname "roast chicken".

But this friend didn't talk much, and although others called him so, he also hated it, but he didn't bother to argue.

In this way, how many years he was in school, people called him a nickname, and until many years later, everyone still remembered this nickname vividly.

Until he became an adult, when his old classmates saw him, they would still think of the nickname "roast chicken".

Needless to say, time doesn't seem to have left much of its mark on him.

Although he has grown taller, he still maintains his figure and appearance, but many years have passed.

Yinglong stood on tiptoe behind the crowd at the edge of the field, not noticing what others were doing.

"Yinglong, come here!"

A crisp command sounded behind Yinglong.

It turned out to be Eilong's homeroom teacher, Shinotsuki.

Teacher Shinozaki is not very old, an undergraduate student who graduated from a normal university, and has been teaching in this middle school for a few years, so she is a relatively young female teacher.

She is only 1.6 meters tall, with dark skin and big eyes.

If you don't look closely, if you dress a little younger, people will think it's a senior sister.

Teacher Shinohsu beckoned, and Yinglong walked over hesitantly.

"Yinglong, Li Zhi just sprained his foot, I really can't find anyone else, now you wear running shoes, wait and play for Li Zhi! Remember to run 800 meters, as long as you finish running! Do you hear?"

Yinglong's head was dizzy when he heard this, what did he tell me to run 800 meters! Make no mistake! I can also run 800 meters, and everyone knows that my long-distance running is a short event?! Why am I so unlucky? I'm just here to be a spectator!

Yinglong muttered to himself, "I?800 meters?"

He can imagine what a long distance it was, and at the same time his least favorite race, and although he likes to see how others run out of breath, he is reluctant to try it himself.

"Yes! Go run 800 meters!

Teacher Shinozuk "categorically" agitated Yinglong.

Yinglong was a little hesitant when he heard this, he really didn't want to run 800 meters, especially if he temporarily replaced someone else, so Yinglong lowered his head, looked at the ground with his eyes, didn't speak for a long time, and his face was a little hot.

"Roast chicken" next to them bowed their heads and snickered: "Go! Go! Listen to Mr. Shinohuz." ”

After speaking, he gently pushed Yinglong.

Yinglong reluctantly took a few steps forward, at the moment he would rather run away in one go, away from this sports field, lest he have to stand on the starting line and fight to the death with others.

After Mr. Shinoyue finished speaking, he commanded a few "roast chickens": "You wait until you get to the finish line and prepare for the 'aftermath', remember to help Yinglong after running and hand him some water to drink." ”

"Roast chicken" A few friends agreed in succession: "Okay!

After speaking, the "roast chicken" pushed Yinglong.

Yinglong snorted reluctantly, but he had no choice, Mr. Shinotsuki's words were holy decrees, and he had no way to avoid them.

After speaking, Teacher Shinotsuki handed Yinglong a number plate and told him to wear it well, and listen to the radio later.

Yinglong regretted it, he shouldn't have been so obedient, so he agreed to Mr. Xiaoyue, you must know that 800 meters is not a joke, you have to tire him half to death, that feeling is not a joke, it is really a little uncomfortable.

After Mr. Shinozaki instructed them, he asked them to wait at the edge of the field, and then shook his hand and walked to the other end of the track and field to see the other athletes in the class.

Yinglong had no choice but to walk to the side of the arena and wait.

While walking, he complained: "Why did Li Zhi suddenly twist his foot, why did he hurt his foot at this juncture, maybe Li Zhi wanted to avoid running 800 meters, so he pretended to twist his foot, so as to avoid this race." ”

"But Teacher Xiaoyue shouldn't have asked me to replace Li Zhi! Doesn't she know that I don't like long-distance running the most, and every time I'm so tired that I can't breathe, it's worse than death. ”

As soon as the radio sounded, Yinglong stepped onto the starting line.

He was the furthest position on the starting line on the inside runway, and Yinglong played a small drum in his heart, a little out of breath, and couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"It's really a narrow road, why do you want me to run? This Li Zhi's feet are twisted too timely, count me unlucky, this is really Li Daitao's stiffness. ”

When his heart was up and down, he looked up and saw the physical education teacher holding the starting pistol scanning over with a puzzled look, and his gaze stopped on Yinglong.

Yinglong felt that the teacher seemed to suspect that someone was running for him, and once he was discovered, he had to deduct class points.

This thought made him a little frightened, so he quickly lowered his head to avoid the teacher's gaze, took a deep breath, and set up a starting stance.

When the teacher's gaze swept over him, Yinglong's hanging heart slowly relaxed, and he pricked up his ears and waited for the starting gun to sound.

"Smack!" the starting gun sounded, and the athletes rushed out with a "whoosh".

Yinglong lowered his head and ran forward fiercely, and at this time, the enthusiastic cheering of the cheerleaders sounded in his ears.

Yinglong ran for a while, and those enthusiastic cheering voices passed by his ears, like the sound of the wind, and became a little indistinct.

He glanced back to the side: "Heh! I'm the first!"

It turned out that Yinglong had already thrown the other players a long distance at this time.

He felt a little comforted, after all, he was in first place, but there were still a few laps left!

But how many laps are left, Yinglong doesn't know in his heart, he just wants to wait until he sees the gesture of the referee teacher next to the finish line.

Yinglong then mustered up his strength and ran forward.

After the second lap, Yinglong obviously felt a little unbearable, and his speed gradually slowed down.

The other athletes around him began to overtake him with disdain, casting contemptuous glances at him.

Yinglong was not convinced, feeling that he was being despised and rushed in his heart, and hurriedly quickened his pace with his head down, catching up with the athletes in front of him.

After a while, Yinglong felt that by the last lap, he was already sweating, his eyes were fascinated by sweat, and he couldn't see the end clearly, and at this time, his chest was panting like a blower.

"Come on!

"Come on!"

"Fuel Reduction!"

A few crisp cheers and cheers reached his ears, attracting Yinglong's attention.

One of the crisp female voices, very familiar, but couldn't see who it was, Yinglong's eyes strained to sweep the sidelines, wondering who was shouting cheers and who was shouting oil reduction, but he didn't have time to see clearly.

The finish line was not far ahead, and Yinglong ran forward with all his might, his mind blank, and someone had already crossed the finish line.

At this time, some people continued to cheer the inverted lottery, Yinglong felt a little angry, it was like this, and there were still people applauding.

But he couldn't take care of that, and ran to the finish line with great difficulty, stumbling and almost falling.

Finally, he could see the finish line, and the teacher next to the finish line was holding a stopwatch and waving a hand at him.

"Rush--! Lao Tzu fights!"

Yinglong roared silently in his head, holding his breath and rushing across the finish line.

When he crossed the finish line, his long weak legs could barely stop, and he was about to fall forward as soon as his legs went limp.

At this moment, two arms stretched out by his side, one left and one right, supporting his body, and it turned out to be "roast chicken" and another classmate supporting him beside him.

"Roast Chicken" shook his head silently and seemed to have some regret, but he didn't say a word in his mouth.

But Yinglong felt that his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have unloaded a burden, after all, he had already run eight hundred meters, so he slowly stood firm.

The kind-hearted "roast chicken" immediately handed over a glass of cold boiled water, Yinglong took a sip and walked forward slowly, he wanted to find a place to sit down and rest.

"This is what Teacher Shinozuki said about the aftermath work! It turns out that she already knew that this would be the case! I was embarrassed this time, and I ran last place. ”

Yinglong muttered a little.

With the strength of two bad friends, he sat down under an old camphor tree.

Yinglong was still panting for breath, but his mouth was thirsty, so he put the glass of water to his lips and took a sip to moisten his dry throat.

At this time, his throat was as dry as a desert, as if his mouth was full of sand, and Yinglong swore that he would not run 800 meters for the second time in his life.

Yinglong adjusted his breathing and silently watched the sports field.

Suddenly, the "roast chicken" classmate whispered to Yinglong: "How many laps have you run?"

Yinglong felt that his words were a little strange, "How many laps did you run?"

His head was a little confused, "Did I run an extra lap, or did I not finish it at all?"

Yinglong didn't have time to think about it, but he was a little puzzled, he wanted to ask "roast chicken" a few more words, whether it was he who ran an extra lap.

"Roast chicken" pursed his lips on the side, as if he wanted to snicker.

Yinglong understood the truth at that moment, and felt a little angry, could it be that he really ran an extra lap, but the teacher next to the finish line didn't see that he had crossed the finish line?

Yinglong couldn't help but feel angry, if he hadn't run an extra lap, then the top few might be his, obviously he had rushed ahead at the beginning, and it was not surprising to play well to run the top few.

But isn't it strange that he's actually last in line now?

Although I don't like long-distance running, if I play well this time, it is not impossible to hit the luck.

However, when he ran to the finish line, why didn't the teacher say anything? Could it be that Yinglong just ran forward with his head down, and didn't see the teacher's gesture at all? Yinglong was puzzled, and blamed himself for not paying attention just now.

He couldn't help but feel uneasy, feeling that he had suffered a big loss, not to mention that he didn't know how many laps he had to run, and he didn't know how many laps he had to run.

Or is he mistaken? But looking at the look on the "roast chicken", it should be that he missed an opportunity.