"Please listen to me!" Ke Yuhan raised his hand, attracting everyone who was warming up.

"You say, it's about to start, it's better not to stop warming up." Xia Yuan did the front leg press, and his head didn't return.

"Hmm. Please continue, everyone, I just want to highlight the flow of the game later. The first point is that we usually train with high-fives and relay the next baton. ”

Ke Yuhan waved the red and white baton in his hand: "But this baton is about 28 centimeters long, about 14 centimeters in circumference, and it is made of wooden materials." He weighed: "But its weight is lighter than I expected, and it seems that the school is suspected of cutting corners when buying it." ”

Saying this, the teacher of the physical education department behind Ke Yuhan, who was responsible for buying sports equipment, cast an unkind look at him. At the same time, he was embarrassed, coughed a few times, and then busily covered up his embarrassment.

"It's nice to be light." Xu Xuanyue folded her hands back and stretched her abdomen upwards.

"No, to be precise, the weight, circumference, and length of the baton should all be within a certain range, and even more so for materials. If it is too heavy or too light, it is easy to slip off when picking up the baton or running, which will seriously affect the result of the race. So I just want to note that you have to be extra careful when passing. ”

Ke Yuhan looked up at the playground as if he wanted to make sure of something, the sunlight stung his eyes, and he felt a little dizzy.

"The second point is that the sun is extremely strong today, and the temperature is about 6 degrees Celsius higher than usual, and as I told you before, you can't sprint at full strength in the early stage of the 200-meter run." He looked up at everyone, all of them were seriously stretching and kicking and stretching their muscles.

"Even if you do enough warm-up exercises, you will inevitably have other symptoms such as transient dizziness due to your nervous state. So, take a deep breath and try to adjust yourself before passing the baton to you. Once you take over, throw your ideas away and just finish your own pace. ”

"Uh-huh, I see. What about the third point? Xun Ran patted her thigh and tied her hair tightly again.

"The third point ......"

"Please pay attention! Please pay attention! The 1200-meter six-person relay race is about to begin, and the competitors of all classes are invited to take their seats in the competition area. Repeat, 1200 meters ......" There was a deafening sound from the overhead announcement, for fear that the notification would not be in place. At the same time, the athletes who were also beside them stopped their warm-up movements and walked to the waiting place in the competition area in groups. Passing by everyone's side, everyone felt the heat coming from their bodies, as if the air passing by was also driven to "boil", powerful and oppressive.

"The third point." Everyone's eyes were attracted back by Ke Yuhan again.

"Work hard, everyone." Ke Yuhan said that he didn't know if his words had an encouraging effect, but this way of cheering up was very old-fashioned.

"Wow! It's too earthy for you to say personally! Xu Xuanyue was disgusted, she stretched out her hand and put it flat in the air, and the others who understood her thoughts took the opportunity to put their hands on it and folded the hand tower.

1, 2......6, why is there one less person? Li Yang looked at Ke Yuhan, who was standing in place at a loss.

"Come on, Ke Yuhan." Li Yang called him over.

Ke Yuhan scratched his head puzzled: "This ...... What are you going to do? ”

"What are you doing, aren't you trying to cheer us on?"

"But, what does it mean to fold hands together?"

"Haven't you tried this? Let's shout one, two, three, come on! ”

Haven't you ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? Xu Xuanyue's eyes widened, thinking that this stupid Ke Yuhan was really so withdrawn before?

"That...... Ke Yuhan, you, come here, just put your hand under me. Zhou Junlan raised the little hand on the top slightly, and Ke Yuhan still couldn't see her evasive gaze clearly.

Xu Xuanyue also watched this unnatural little action.

He walked up to the crowd, rubbed his palms, and gently placed his palms on them in disbelief. Zhou Junlan's little hand trembled slightly, as if she was as cautious as a formal business meeting, and put her hand on the back of Ke Yuhan's hand little by little. Ke Yuhan felt that the back of his hand was stained hot, and there was still a little sweat.

"Come!" Li Yang shouted: "One, two, three." Ke Yuhan's hand was driven downward, and it rose and fell sharply three times. Come on! "Almost everyone shouted hysterically and hoarsely.

"Three shifts! Three shifts! What about the relay race members of the third class? The PE teacher was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks.

"Here, here!" Xun Ran raised his hand.

"Where else, let's go, you second team, what are you still rubbing!"

Everyone went with the teacher, but Ke Yuhan, who was the coach, was left stunned in place, not knowing where to go.

"They shouted a few times just now—it's quite a cool feeling."

Ke Yuhan felt the residual warmth of his palm and muttered to himself......

"Class 3, come on! Class 3, come on! The shouts and encouragement from within the class flew into the air, echoed and scattered throughout the campus.

"Each—in place."

Why does any starter always like to use a yin and yang tone when giving the call? And there was a subtle pause between the words of the announcement, and the sound was long and sharp, which added a bit of oppression to the already tense arena.

Xia Yuan, who was the first stick, hated this familiar sound.

And in the relay race, the individual running time is ranked second, where is the place where each is in place? He couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Prepare—Prepare!"

Xia Yuan clutched the baton tightly in his hand, held his breath, and was ready to go, his eyes staring at the ground, focusing all his attention on his ears, carefully discerning the sound that was about to come.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Instead of the sound of a command, the sound of blood flowing through his eardrums and pounding on his trigeminal nerve.

"Smack!" The starting gun rang out crisp and loud.

Xia Yuan jumped out of the starting line with an arrow step, his back was straight, his shoulders were flat, he took a steady step, the blood boiled in his chest, and the wind whistled and beat in his ears, breaking into his throat and forcing him to breathe heavily. The muscles in his legs gradually tightened, and he seemed to feel the active beating of every cell in his body, which is why he loves sports - to fully feel alive. 200 meters was not an obstacle for Xia Yuan, and in a blink of an eye, he approached Zhou Junlan, who had his back to him, half-turned his head, and posed for the relay.

"It's coming!" Xia Yuan reminded when he was about 10 meters away from her.

Zhou Junlan started to start, put her hand behind her back and raised her palm low, and after a while, the wooden touch reached her sweaty palm.

She remembered Ke Yuhan's words: be more careful.

So throughout the whole process, the baton did not slip in her hands.

But he forgot another sentence he emphasized: throw your ideas away.

The frequency of her arms was like her fast-working brain, and she thought about the reason why she stepped on this track, and Ke Yuhan's face appeared in front of her, as if the heart-pounding figure was standing at the finish line after 200 meters. I obviously knew him many years ago, and the boy who changed the trajectory of his life still has no impression of himself many years later. She turned all her grief and anger at her cowardice into strength and transmitted it to her legs.

She saw the figure in front of her, who was already gradually running, and stretched out the baton: "Give!" Ke Yuhan! ”

"What?" Li Yang almost didn't make a mistake at his feet, and he took over in a daze.

Do I look alike to Ke Yuhan? Throughout the whole run, this question has been spinning in Li Yang's mind.