Chapter 125: The Opening of the Sports Day

After squeezing and boring study day after day, the only good news may be that the school is finally planning to make up for the sports day that was owed last year.

The time is set for April.

Except for the senior year of high school preparation, everyone was excited.

Walking on the road, Lan Qi was still holding a foreign language novel in his hand and reading it with relish, Qin Xi held Lan Qi's arm, and said about the upcoming sports meeting with his eyebrows.

"Last year I was the third in the high jump, and this year I'm going to take the first place! Kiki, do you think I can? Qin Xi turned his gaze to Lan Qi.

"Okay, you can, I believe in you!" Looking down at the book, Lan Qi replied without raising her head.

"Oops, Kiki!" Qin Xi stood there a little angrily, and ripped away the book in Lan Qi's hand, "What do you read every day?" ”

Qin Xi took Lan Qi's book and flipped through it casually, it was all a bunch of letters that she didn't recognize, and they didn't know her either, Qin Xi's face was distressed, "Qiqi, how do you read these things, I can't even remember whether there are 26 or 27 letters." ”

It seems that her family Qiqi has really become a college bully, and she has started to read these books.

Lan Qi took the book back from Qin Xi's hand, continued to read it by herself, patted Qin Xi's shoulder, and did not forget to answer Qin Xi's doubts, "There are 25 letters in total, don't forget it." ”

Spare no effort to pit girlfriends, Lan Qi is the best!

25 pcs? Really? Qin Xi stood in place and began to think, as if it were true.

"Hey, Kiki, you're waiting for me!" Qin Xi ran to catch up with Lan Qi, who had already gone away.

Although there is no participation in the third year of high school in this sports meeting, there are a lot more highlights because of the huge number of people in the first year of high school.

The annual sports meeting requires all members to participate, and Qingyuan No. 2 Middle School still pays great attention to the physical exercise of students, such as three morning exercises every morning, and running exercises after school every afternoon is already a school practice.

Sitting in the seat with her head propped up, Lan Qi flipped through the novel in her hand, even in the noisy classroom at the end of class, Lan Qi could still fall into her own world.

Xia Jingyang held the registration form for the sports meeting in his hand, and when he turned his head, he saw Lan Qi, who had a serious and quiet face, and he couldn't bear to disturb him.

One hand supported his head, the broken hair on one side was scattered, his lips were slightly pursed, his cheeks on both sides were bulging, his expression was serious, and he flipped the book with his other idle hand from time to time.

Turning the page again, Lan Qi's gaze still stayed on the book, and she said faintly, "You've been looking at me for two minutes." Am I a cake or an ice cream? Is it okay to eat? ”

didn't expect his small actions to be discovered by the other party, Xia Jingyang coughed lightly in embarrassment, he just remembered the scene where the two of them could play together when they were young, but unfortunately they have changed now.

Putting the registration form on Lan Qi's desktop, Xia Jingyang spoke, "Today is the last day of the registration deadline, you must register!" ”

The tough tone has a bit of a feeling of being a boss in the future.

Raising her eyes, Lan Qi looked at Xia Jingyang expressionlessly, "Then you can write one for me." After saying that, Lan Qi lowered her head again.

Looking at the filled registration form, only two lines were still empty, holding a pen, Xia Jingyang just wanted to write Lan Qi's name, but stopped again, "Are you choosing a long-distance run or a solid ball?" ”

"I throw solid balls?" Lan Qi raised her head and looked at Xia Jingyang with a smile.

Inexplicably, there was a palpitation, and when he met Lan Qi's smiling face, Xia Jingyang hurriedly lowered his head, and wrote Lan Qi's name in the long-distance running column with a pen, "It's still a long-distance run, it's really not good, you can walk, no one will laugh at you." ”

Jokes are jokes, anyway, it's not unprecedented, Lan Qi thought so and continued to flip through the book in his hand.