A few people came to Meng Ji with a smile, and Yue Pingjun called over early to locate the menu and order, so they had just settled down, and after sitting down for a while, the waiter had already brought the dishes in one after another.

Time is pressing, a few people don't chat while eating like they do on weekdays, they all hold their rice bowls, desperately stuff things into their mouths, and the afternoon projects are not interesting, but they are all time-consuming projects, and I don't know when it will end.

Brother Zhen ate two bowls of rice in one go, and was about to add a third bowl when he was stopped by Ling Xiaoxiao and Yue Pingjun, she had a competition event at the beginning of the afternoon, and eating too much to run was very bad for her health.

Brother Zhen also knew his own situation, rubbed his stomach that still felt hungry, and didn't force it anymore, just took a few more mouthfuls of food with chopsticks.

At half past one, the seats of each grade and each class have been filled one after another, and the radio has begun to notify the students of all grades to participate in the 200-meter final. Ling Xiaoxiao and Brother Zhen got 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 to do logistics.

The position of the finish line remains the same from beginning to end, and the starting line will adjust the starting position according to the length of the event, such as the current 200-meter starting point, which is exactly diagonally opposite the finish line.

The distance is too far, Ling Xiaoxiao has no way to see the situation on the other side, but she still has a corner to listen to, the short-haired girl in the morning is here again, this time, she is chatting with He Wenwen, who is doing logistics for Jiang Zizhuo.

"Wenwen, who are you doing logistics for this time?" The short-haired girl looked at He Wenwen knowing the consultant. A look of urgency.

The little girl He Wenwen, who was said to be known to the whole class that she liked Jiang Zizhuo, was not red, looked at the short-haired girl, and stroked the hair behind her ears: "Of course it's Jiang Zizhuo, my thoughts, don't everyone in the key class know it?" ”

This girl is such a bachelor! This is Ling Xiaoxiao's first reaction after listening, seeing that the two chatting ignored the existence of the people around them, and only started chatting by themselves, Ling Xiaoxiao secretly rubbed her eyes and looked at this classmate He Wenwen, this girl looked a little similar to Brother Zhen. Water and a towel in one hand. The other hand kicked handsomely into the pocket of his pants, with a little heroism between his eyebrows, and he looked very free and easy.

"It doesn't matter if we know your mind or not, what matters is whether your sweetheart knows your mind?" The short-haired girl winked at He Wenwen. Thirty-eight is awesome.

He Wenwen sighed. The tone was not so free-spirited: "What the whole class knows, he won't know?" It's every time I try to talk to him. He looks at you lightly, as if he is very polite, actually. I guess he didn't even listen to what you were saying. ”

The short-haired girl patted He Wenwen's shoulder very righteously: "How can the first grade be so easy to chase, the more you look at the cold person, the more fire there is in your heart, and when you use your enthusiasm to roast his shell, the fire in his heart will burn for you, you cheer." ”

He Wenwen seemed to have heard of this argument for the first time, thought about it very seriously, and then nodded at the short-haired girl: "What you said seems to have some truth, it seems that I still need to work harder." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao listened to the conversation between the two on the side, and also thought about the words of the short-haired girl just now, and kept judging in her heart whether this was reasonable, Jiang Zizhuo's heart would have a fire? Ling Xiaoxiao thought about it again and again for a long time, that person didn't seem to have changed anything other than the recent smile and more and more, the fire of the fire, this argument is not reliable at all!

In this section of kung fu, the 200-meter final has been carried out to the junior third year, the sun on the head is unobstructed and exudes the atmosphere of early summer, and there is no shade here at the finish line, Ling Xiaoxiao wiped the sweat on her forehead with the towel that wiped her sweat for Brother Zhen, and suddenly felt that she was too stupid, where is Brother Zhen who needs logistics, even if she is thrown into the desert, she can run back by herself.

The sun on her head was hot, and the sun made people more and more irritable, and Ling Xiaoxiao didn't admit that the unpeace in her heart at this time was caused by eavesdropping on the conversation between the two girls!

After the junior high school group ran the third year, the 200-meter project of the entire junior high school group was completed, and then the senior year group, as usual, the girls ran first, and the boys ran later.

"Why are you here?" Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Yue Pingjun who was trotting all the way, this person didn't come to stare at Brother Zhen, right?

Yue Pingjun held a snack in his hand, looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and gave her a 'you know' look: "Brother Zhen and Zizhuo are going to participate in the finals in a while, as good friends, I naturally have the obligation to come over and cheer them on." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at Yue Pingjun with disdain, did you add it to the finish line?

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

Ling Xiaoxiao looked into the bag, what jelly, potato chips, marshmallows and the like, all of them are Brother Zhen's favorites, looking at the expectation on Yue Pingjun's face, and thinking that this baby's future love path must be extremely difficult, sympathy suddenly rose, and he no longer hit him, nodded and said: "Brother Zhen likes to eat these snacks the most, you wait to give them to her, she should be very happy." ”

Let's not mention that these are what Brother Zhen likes to eat, just before the project started, Brother Zhen kept shouting that he was hungry in his seat, saying that he was not full at noon, and he would starve to death in the afternoon......

The two of them were still chatting here, and they heard the sound of the starting gun in the distance, Ling Xiaoxiao and Yue Pingjun hurriedly looked at the track, Brother Zhen and the girl who ran fast in the morning, this time they were still staring at each other very closely, that girl should also participate in this kind of project all year round, she looks very old-fashioned, Brother Zhen didn't get rid of her several times when she accelerated, and in the end, Brother Zhen still relied on her perverted physical strength and long legs, and barely crossed the finish line one step ahead of several accelerations.

Brother Zhen ran forward a few more steps before stopping, turned around, and looked at the girl and smiled, with a little pity in her eyes, the girl bent over and panted, and after a long time, she stood up straight and walked to Brother Zhen's side, and stretched out her right hand: "Class Seven, Ye Xiaofei." ”

Brother Zhen also stretched out his right hand and shook it: "Class Nine, Dong Zhennan." ”

The two of them shook hands, looked at each other and smiled, they felt a little bit late when they saw each other, and directly left Ling Xiaoxiao and Yue Pingjun aside, Ling Xiaoxiao's logistics was originally soy sauce, Yue Pingjun came over to stare at the opposite sex, as long as no boy paid more attention to Brother Zhen, he didn't bother to care, so Ling Xiaoxiao and Yue Pingjun just stood aside and watched Brother Zhen and Ye Xiaofei chat. (To be continued.) )