“1、2、3！ Begin! ”

With a non-standard Mandarin, Qingming and Zhou Han exerted their strength at the same time. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As the two of them rushed away, there were also the cheers of the classmates, we like to be lively, especially like it, and we are not afraid of trouble when watching the excitement, so they are pulling their throats like a flock of swans, a flock of big white geese, flapping their wings and wanting to fly.

A hundred meters is not far away, and the two figures are very fast, and a gust of wind blows in the shadow of the figure, relieving the summer heat.

Someone stood at the end of the 100-meter line early, and even other instructors in military training were attracted by the cheers here.

"Huh! Zhou Han, this kid is bullying people again, he is the record holder of the team's 100-meter sprint. The instructor's eyes narrowed slightly, and the afternoon sun became particularly dazzling, as if it had a grudge against the world, staring at the world with resentment.

"What?" The instructor slammed the hat on his head to the ground, his eyes wide and full of surprise.

"Lost?" He couldn't believe it.

"Lost?" Zhou Han couldn't believe it even more, because he was too confident, but he still lost.

Looking at the figure in front of him, who was not far away or close, he tried his best but couldn't catch up.

The figure of the young man in front of him was still slightly thin, and there seemed to be a black shadow in the white sky, and this shadow was always in front of him.

Zhou Han crossed the finish line, and everyone was looking at him, including Qingming.

"That...... Instructor, it seems like I won. Qingming said with some embarrassment.

Zhou Han's face was a little hot, "No, I want to run a thousand meters." ”

Qingming looked at Zhou Han with some embarrassment, "To win or not to win?" This is a problem. ”

When he saw Zhou Han's face full of unconvinced, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy, what is this? It's you who lose, what does this little look mean?

So Qingming agreed to a thousand-meter race.

On the playground is a 400-meter track, and a 1,000-meter is two and a half laps.

At this moment, the other instructors all came around, they seemed to be very happy about Zhou Han's deflatedness, teasing him sentence after sentence, but they stared at Qingming one by one, Zhou Han lost, but Zhou Han is a member of their team, and if he loses, the team loses.

Running Zhou Han is the fastest among them, they don't deny this, almost everyone thinks that Zhou Han's defeat just now is because he didn't give full play to his strength.

Being stared at by those instructors was also a little nervous, and asked weakly: "Can you not compare?" One hundred meters I've already won. ”

"No, you can't!" Zhou Han gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, what I Zhou Han said definitely counts, and there are privileges!" Pacesetters too! But I'm not reconciled, I'm going to run another kilometer with you. ”

Qingming suddenly felt that Zhou Han was a good person, very good, after all, he didn't cheat, he was a good comrade when he said it!

Nodding happily, while trying to establish a good relationship, "The instructor must have made a mistake just now, I was careless just now, and I was careless to win......"

Seeing Zhou Han's somewhat distorted face, Qingming stopped his words in time, "Who, let's call someone to start." ”

Another not-so-standard Mandarin, "1, 2, 3!" Begin! ”

This time, Qingming did not turn on the time to accelerate, and ran down a thousand meters completely by strength, which was called a sweaty and panting.

Zhou Han won, but his face was even more gloomy, "You look down on me? ”

Qingming is a little depressed, why is it called looking down on you, why is it looking down on you? Dude is running like this bear, what do you want to do?

Zhou Han grabbed Qingming, who was lying on the ground panting like a dog, by the collar, "You didn't do your best!" I want you to run with me like you run a hundred meters! ”

Qingming was embarrassed, and he thought to himself, "Isn't it okay for a hundred-meter buddy to do his best?" Sorry, I have hanging! ”

Zhou Han felt that his young and fragile mind had been hurt because he had won too easily, leading by half a lap.

There is no shame in being defeated by a student, and it is not shameful to lose in one's own strengths, but it is shameful to win a person who could have won himself.

These words are a bit awkward, but this is true, Zhou Han is very sad, so, "I want to compare with you again!" ”

Qingming, who is like a dog, is simply beeping himself when he hears this, looking up, the sky is very blue, the sun is big, there are many people, the world is so beautiful, but you are so irritable.

"Not comparable!"

Qingming shouted, "If you don't compare, you can't compare, what is love!" ”

Qingming lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, devoting himself to the exploration and development of the shameless cause.

Zhou Han saw that Qingming's face was about to drip blood, and finally suppressed the urge to beat him, and the instructors gathered around him could only hold back a smile and be helpless.

They can't really beat students, if they were soldiers in the army, they might have been beaten into dogs by instructors, these are all flowers of the motherland, and they can't be destroyed.