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The little brother who is in charge of hosting the school sports meeting is desperate, can he take sick leave for this year's school sports meeting?

"Stationmaster, look, these two gods are coming to be broadcasters. The fastest update" The deputy stationmaster laughed heartlessly, she happened to have a cold and a hoarse voice and retreated to the second line, but she didn't expect to meet the grand occasion of Wen Xi and Di Ming as broadcasters.

"I have eyes, I can see. The stationmaster's heart is like ashes, he is a man who wants to report to the National People's Congress to broadcast and host professionally, and he is destined to be swept into the dust at the school sports meeting.

"Anyway, you can ask Wen Xi for some advice, maybe a bad thing will become a good thing!" The deputy stationmaster walked out of the broadcasting room with a smile all the way, leaving the stationmaster to bite his nose and think about the possibility of asking Wen Xi.

According to Yanxi Middle School's previous conviction that it must rain during the sports meeting, Fu's mother stuffed a baseball uniform into Wenxi's schoolbag before going out, saying that she could wear it when it cooled down.

Wen Xi looked at the sun and couldn't answer, the weather forecast said that the highest temperature today was 30 degrees, and the temperature would have to wait until tomorrow. And tomorrow Wenxi has a five-kilometer mission on his body, and even if he completes the journey, he will not be cold.

It turns out that Wen Xi is too naïve, the cold snap in Siberia is said to be in advance, Wen Xi stood in the audience and watched the autumn wind roll up the yellow sand and the fallen leaves swept the flowers of the motherland all over their faces. Whether it is the handsome school grass other than Di Ming and Wen Xi or the beautiful woman with exquisite makeup, she now looks like she has just finished rolling on the ground.

With this level of embarrassment, it is impossible to select a good-looking photo for the opening ceremony of this year's school sports meeting and put it on the school website.

The wind was blowing and the temperature was coming down, and the students, who were still wearing short-sleeved summer clothes, huddled together to keep warm. Fortunately, the leaders also wanted to go back to the office to tidy up their appearance and appearance, and the opening ceremony ended faster than in previous years.

The radio stationmaster's suit jacket was covered with yellow dust, and he could only wear a thin white shirt as a host. Let's not talk about the cold, the webmaster has to use the most standard broadcast voice in his life, and the fullest emotions to say all kinds of serial speeches.

Wen Xi and Di Ming stood by and watched, feeling a little sympathetic to the stationmaster.

"You're a third-year announcer, and the quality of the transcript is much better than mine. Wen Xi leaned over and took a look, the literary style of the senior party is good!

"Quiet, no one is nervous. Di Ming said softly, the stationmaster can't compare to him in terms of appearance, and he can't compare to Wen Xi in terms of professionalism, so it's very pitiful!

"I've been consolidating my lines lately, and you're a professional actor now, so don't be left behind by me. Wen Xi looked down at the radio script in his hand, and stood in front of the microphone after the stationmaster finished speaking.

As soon as Wen Xi opened his mouth, he was enthusiastic about cheering and cheering broadcasts, and the 100-meter preliminaries were being held offstage, and Wen Xi's fierce emotional outburst overwhelmed the cheerleaders.

A radio script is only about 100 words, and Wen Xi has no pressure at all to broadcast it off-script.

Twenty seconds later, Moon Hee read out the name of the writer and stepped back from the podium, and a crying scream suddenly erupted from the crowd!

"Ahhh

The second-year announcer walked up to the podium without love, and the stationmaster was killed in seconds, and the saddest thing was that he was okay! Obviously, this position was owned by the deputy stationmaster, but the person suddenly fell ill, and two huge hammers were thrown on him like this, and he almost couldn't speak, okay!

As a singing and dancing singer, Di Ming's voice conditions are undoubtedly very good. The mature vocal cords at the age of eighteen are the beautiful times when the mouth makes people pregnant, even if Di Ming's emotions are not as full as Wen Xi's, the female classmate who sprinted 100 meters under the stage rushed over from the rostrum with a roar, just because Di Ming just said, "Come on, look after you!"

After a reincarnation, the microphone came to Wen Xi's hand again, and his sonorous and powerful tone made the shot put player feel that his whole body was full of energy, and he threw the shot put out lightly when he threw cotton.

"Oh my God, I remember that last year's shot put was third at this distance!" The young lady in charge of the measuring tape covered her mouth in surprise, is it really good to fight like this at the beginning?

But the shot put players threw forward one by one like chicken blood, and the school record had already been ruthlessly stepped on the ground by them and rubbed, and the provincial record had just been flattened, and the record was almost a kick in the door.

"Xixi, I will have an 800 meters later, remember to cheer me on!" In the afternoon, the students of the third (1) class of high school came over to give Di Ming a number plate, Di Ming took off his coat and asked Wen Xi to warm his side. With Wen Xi's cheers, maybe he can also use a noun to add points to the class?

"No, Red Bull. Wen Xi grabbed a bottle of drink from the long table and threw it into Di Ming's arms, he also had to bear the radio script of the third grade of high school, how could he have time to cheer for Di Ming!

The circular track of the playground is 400 meters in a circle, and when the name Di Ming is shouted by his classmates for the third time, the competition is over. Wen Xi stood on a high place and watched, Di Ming's long legs did not run past the group of sports students, and the fourth reached the finish line, so he could only score 1 point for the class.

"Huhuhuhu......" Di Ming came over panting, and as soon as they met, Wen Xi stuffed a handful of radio scripts, and pointed at Wen Xi with anger and couldn't speak.

The little brother in the second year of high school had almost finished reading the radio script in his hand, and it was his turn before Di Ming Khan was left behind.

"Count you ruthless!" Di Ming took a deep breath to adjust his breathing, what singing and dancing singers are best at is breathing, the amount of activity in eight hundred meters is not enough for him to dance a dance, today he just ran in a hurry.

On the second day of the school sports meeting, the north wind was howling, and there were yellow leaves on the playground. The students changed into autumn and winter school uniforms, while Moon Hee wore summer clothes and moved his hands and feet near the starting point.

"I just heard today that you reported five thousand meters, twelve and a half laps, come on. Di Ming squinted his eyes and smiled and stuffed a can of Red Bull into Wen Xi's arms, and Wen Xi unceremoniously opened the can and drank it, and threw it into the recyclable trash in a good mood.

"Athletes participating in the 5,000-meter run in the men's group of the first year of high school, please assemble at the starting point!" the physical education teacher shouted several times with a loudspeaker, and Wen Xi made sure that the number plate was pinned to his clothes before walking over.

And Di Ming was not as kind as Wen Xi, and when it was his turn to broadcast the radio script, the little brother said something else mischievously.

"The 5,000-meter run of the men's group of the senior one is about to start, please cheer for the students of the first (1) class of high school! Wenxi Wenxi, the first in the world! Wenxi Wenxi, invincible!" Di Ming's cry soon echoed by many little brothers and sisters.

Wen Xi fell tightly behind the track and field team members in a cheering sound, and when the starting gun sounded again, Di Ming made a fuss again.

"Xixi, there are only the last 200 meters left, Xiongqi! Rush over, you are the first!" Di Ming roared so heartbreakingly, Wen Xi didn't want to listen to Di Ming's words and could only rush forward with his head down.

It's a pity that the track and field athletes are too cunning, and their heads cross the finish line before Wen Xi's body, and finally win the first place.

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