At the end of May, a piece of news caused a stir in Uptown.

The eldest young master of the Lin family was suspected of smuggling firearms and drugs, and was arrested on the spot and imprisoned, while the second young master of the Lin family took his brother's place.

The entire Lin family was reshuffled.

Because Father Lin had planted a big heel in the drug trade, he strictly forbade the people of the Lin family to have the slightest idea of being involved in the underworld, but Lin Yiyuan completely lost trust in the old man this time.

At the same time, No. 1 Middle School is holding its annual sports meeting.

Si Fang obviously did not have any athletic talent, but under the soft grinding and hard bubbles of the sports committee, he agreed to participate in the women's 1,000-meter running race.

To borrow Qin Xiaoran's words, he is a good man who loves face.

Today is a rare sunny day, the sun is spreading over the entire rubber track, and the priest is taking a deep breath and doing warm-up exercises.

Leg presses, stretches, stretches, and you're all set.

The class of the first year of high school was far from the starting point, Qin Xiaoran bypassed the class of the second and third years of high school, stumbled to the nearest stand to her, and shouted the loudest sentence in her life.

"Si Fang, run slowly, don't fall!"

Everyone was covered with black lines, and it was the first time in their lives that they had seen someone shouting cheers like this.

I saw the girl in red shorts in the sun smiling brightly, raised her hand to tighten the high ponytail on her head, and waved her hand at Qin Xiaoran.

The radio sounded the words of the woman's 1,000 meters of cheering at the right time.

"The scorching temperature on the track, you fight to start and run forward......"

Before the first sentence came out, many people recognized that this was Jiang Yihuai's voice.

"Who is this, why are the girls reacting so much?" The girl next to Si Wei asked another girl in orange short sleeves.

"Jiang Yihuai, the one at He Yilin's concert, I heard that he is now a trainee, he looks so handsome, he sings and dances, he will make his debut sooner or later."

The orange short-sleeved girl looks nymphomaniac.

The cheering words on the radio ended, and Jiang Yihuai's voice sounded again.

"Si Fang of the third class of high school, run and cheer."

She was still a little uncomfortable when she heard her name suddenly, but fortunately, no one around knew her except Qin Xiaoran.

There was a chuckle on the radio, and his voice was a little cheerful: "Athlete No. 2308, don't hide, run and cheer." ”

In an instant, the audience began to search for the girl with the "2308" number plate hanging behind the starting point, and finally, everyone's eyes were fixed on her.

"Who are you, you?" The orange short-sleeved girl is very unfriendly with her hands on her waist, full of momentum.

"Who am I, you didn't hear it on the radio, you are deaf."

Si Fang was naturally not angry, and after replying, he touched his nose and took place on his runway.

The girl glared at her and reluctantly walked to the runway beside her.

"Ready!" The PE teacher raised the starting pistol in his hand and shouted.

As the guns fell, the athletes went off the strings like arrows.

Even the one who started as slowly as a turtle is a different story.

The girl in the orange short sleeve was far ahead, and when she ran the second lap, she gritted her teeth and caught up with the squirrel who was still running the first lap.

"It's a laugh to die that you're still competing at your level." She said defiantly.

Si Fang gasped heavily, and threw a roll of his eyes over, "It's your business." ”

The girl was so angry and jealous that she slammed her shoulder and ran away in front of her.

And Si Fang was directly knocked to the ground, and his legs were instantly red, and there was faint bleeding on his knees.

The teacher on the side hurriedly ran up to take her to the infirmary, but she waved her hand and refused, gritting her teeth and chasing after her.

Finish the course, she thought.