The pressure brought by the 800 meters is simply not something that Xu You can bear alone, and when she still has the last half of the lap, she saw Ye Suwei standing at the finish line as if provocative, her face was not red, and she was not panting much.

…… It's as calm as death.

There was a sudden murmur on the rostrum, and then, in the radio, a rigorous and slightly indifferent voice came.

Lin Yixian was in front of her and threw her more than a hundred meters.

She was also quite tired, and in the last ten meters, she was too lazy to run, holding her waist, planning to walk the last little distance out of breath.

"Not surrounded by flowers, not for the glory of the moment, only persistent faith, turned into non-stop running, burning dreams in my heart, and non-stop steps under my feet! Lin Yixian, the reward at the finish line is ready for you, come on. ——The second class of high school art is rigorously submitted. ”

"It's like flowers preparing spring, autumn and winter, just to be red throughout the summer. Just like snowflakes have gone through spring, summer, and autumn just to whiten the whole harsh winter. Squat, head high, and go...... With a slight lifting of his foot, he attracted the attention of the audience. With a dashing wave of his hand, he satisfied the wordless waiting. Facing the rising sun, you are singing and leaving, carrying hope, we are waiting for your return! Come on! Xu Youzhi! Come on! Lin Yixian! ——Manuscript from the second class of high school art. ”

"Rabindranath Tagore said in his poem that the sky has no shadow of wings, but I have flown it; Ai Qing said to his friends, maybe some people can't reach the other side, but we share the sea. Maybe you don't have outstanding achievements, but you have left your footprints on the sports field. ——Manuscript from the second class of high school art. ”

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“……”

In fact, this part is basically the responsibility of the students of the Youth League Committee, but the disciplinary committee of their class happens to be the deputy secretary of the Youth League Committee, and their popularity is also quite good, so for the behavior of several students in the second class of art, the members of the Youth League Committee also turn a blind eye and do not know.

The moment Lin Yixian stepped on the finish line, she was pale with pale lips, propped up her knees, panting, and her clear eyes fell on the rostrum.

I don't know when I changed my classmates, and I still continue to read the manuscript of their class.

In the first three minutes of the 800-meter race, they did not hear any of the drafts read on the radio from the second art class.

But in the last three minutes of the game, all the cheering scripts written by their class came over the radio.

I read more than a dozen copies, my voice was loud, my words were clear, and there was a little excitement and suppressed excitement.

This is the row of Art Class 2!

"Lin Yixian."

She was still looking at the rostrum, bowing slightly, but she raised her eyes and turned around, looking for a rigorous figure everywhere in so many people.

It didn't take two seconds.

Behind him, there was a voice that was slightly unsteady in his breath.

She turned her head, not even raising her eyes to make sure it wasn't rigor.

He threw himself lazily into his arms.

Eyes closed, similar to a complaining mutter.

Rubbed:

"Little goblin, I'm not going to run eight hundred meters anymore."

This ground is not an ordinary pain, and Rigor is afraid that she will fall, so he subconsciously reaches out and scoops her over.

The thin strands of hair rubbed against the young man's white and slender collarbone.

He coughed hoarsely.

“…… I won't allow you to get tired like this anymore. ”