Chapter 99 Long Distance Running

In the afternoon, the radio station broadcast the men's 100-meter preliminaries and the women's 1,500-meter preliminaries.

Jiang Zhao went to the check-in point to get his number bib.

Luo Yan came with her, but just as they arrived, the 100-meter group competition began, and now she was the only one left.

Jiang Zhao was just about to find someone to help her put it on when Wang Jiayu came over and said, "Let me do it?"

Jiang Zhao smiled at her: "Are you also running 1500?"

Wang Jiayu snorted, frowned, and gently pulled up her clothes.

She glanced at the number on the number plate, put it on, and then said, "I'm not running. I'm accompanying someone to check in, unlike you, who has no one to accompany you."

"oh."

Jiang Zhao pulled it back with his backhand to make sure it was fixed: "Yeah, you can't run."

Wang Jiayu stamped her feet and said angrily, "I have a project."

"Then I'll cheer you on then." Jiang Zhao waved his hand: "Thank you."

She followed the team into the playground. The men's 100-meter group race had just ended.

Unlike popular events like the 100 meters, where each class signs up two or three people, the group rounds and finals are run over two days.

Not only did they only gather ten of these long-distance runners, but half of them had resentful expressions, and it was obvious that they were forced to do this.

Jiang Zhao moved his wrists and ankles.

Chen Bailing's "connections" really worked. On the radio, the female announcer spoke in a rhythmic voice:

"To Jiang Zhao from Class 1, Grade 11: Long-distance running is a solitary pursuit, but you are not alone. Everyone in Class 1, Grade 11 will always be rooting for you."

"I express my love for Jiang Zhao from Class 1, Grade 1. From the first time I saw you, your radiance took my breath away. Your footsteps are the driving force that guides me forward. There is light ahead, and you are the light. This is a contribution from Class 6, Grade 1."

It turned out that it was not their class’s manuscript.

Also, what the hell is not being able to breathe?

She didn't dare listen to the announcer reading the script anymore, for she was afraid that if she continued, she would laugh so hard that she would choke and be unable to run.

Class 6's homeroom teacher, Wei Cheng, looked around his class and jokingly said, "Come on, cheer for our class! Why are you cheering for other classes?"

Cheng Jinyue listened and silently crossed out the words "from Class 6, Grade 1" on his manuscript and changed it to "from Class 1, Grade 1".

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The 1,500 meters requires running nearly four laps, starting from the bend of the playground.

Jiang Zhao's bib number is seven, which is on the outer circle.

The referee asked everyone to take their positions, the starting gun sounded, and Jiang Zhao rushed out first.

Chen Bailing had already run to the stands to take pictures. Seeing this, she couldn't help but get nervous: "How can Zhao Zhao run so fast? No, I have to go wait."

Lin Chongyang pulled her back and raised his chin towards the edge of the playground: "Why should you worry about it?"

Chen Bailing looked in the direction he pointed and saw Luo Yan waiting on the lawn inside.

When Jiang Zhao finished the first lap and was able to run on the inside lane, he ran side by side with Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao had never competed with anyone before, so she was not very good at controlling her speed. Moreover, it was even more difficult to control the rhythm when running alone, and she was a little nervous while running.

Suddenly she felt someone running towards her and she turned her head slightly to look.

"Don't worry." Luo Yan said, "We are already far ahead."

Jiang Zhao nodded to indicate that he understood.

In the second and third laps, Jiang Zhao always maintained a large lead.

Seeing that the distance between them was too great, the people behind her had already given up the idea of ​​overtaking her.

The last hundred meters would pass the stands. When she turned the corner, Jiang Zhao could already hear people in the stands shouting her name.

Some called him Jiang Zhao, some called him Jiang Shen, some called him Zhao Zhao, some called him the class representative, it was a mess, there were all kinds of names.

"Sprint." Luo Yan said.

Jiang Zhao gritted his teeth and really increased his speed.

She took big steps, her hair and clothes were blown up by the wind, and all eyes in the stands were on her. Jiang Zhao could imagine that his expression must have been very ferocious.

But she was very happy.

Amidst deafening cheers from the stands, Jiang Zhao was the first to cross the finish line.

Luo Yan followed, unscrewed the bottle of mineral water and handed it to her.

Jiang Zhao didn't answer. She supported him and bent over, panting: "I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, let me, let me help you for a while."

Luo Yan took out a tissue and wiped her sweat: "Let's walk for a while."

Jiang Zhao knew that she had to walk slowly for a while after a long run, but she agreed with her mouth, but her body wanted to sit on the ground.

Luo Yan saw what she was thinking, pulled her arm, and almost dragged her out of the playground.

As they walked out of the playground, they could still hear the announcer reading from a script: "To Jiang Zhao from Class 1, Grade 1: It's okay to take your time. The way you run is more beautiful than any medal. Long-distance running is never about outdoing others, but about challenging yourself to your limits. Every step you take defines the meaning of perseverance. Submission from Class 1, Grade 1."

Jiang Zhao laughed when he heard this: "I'll have to deduct money for this article."

Luo Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her with a smile: "If I punish them, will I get a reward? Jiang Zhao from Class 1, Grade 1."

Jiang Zhao snorted arrogantly: "I'll let you touch the medal later. Don't be too proud."

He pinched her face and said, "I touched it."

Jiang Zhao almost jumped up: "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"Female... Jiang Zhao!"

Before he finished speaking, as if to confirm Jiang Zhao's words, Cheng Jinyue came out of the supermarket carrying a bag of water.

Seeing Jiang Zhao, he excitedly walked over and took out a bottle of sports drink: "Do you want some water? I just took it from the refrigerator."

"No thanks." Jiang Zhao waved his hand: "I'm just about to go to the supermarket."

"It's okay." Cheng Jinyue picked up the bag. The variety of drinks inside was so complete that it seemed like he had taken a bottle of every kind on the supermarket shelf. "I did well on the monthly exam this time, so I bought this for our class as a celebration."

As he spoke, he simply stuffed the drink into Jiang Zhao's hand, then glanced at Luo Yan who was diagonally behind him, and quickly looked away, pretending not to see it.

Jiang Zhao didn't notice his little action. She took it and asked, "How many places have you improved?"

Cheng Jinyue said shamelessly: "I ranked almost 300th in the exam."

Four hundred and twenty-seventh place is almost over three hundred, no problem.

What’s more, this is Mingyuan No. 1 Middle School!

When his mother received the report card, she burst into tears on the phone.

At that moment, Cheng Jinyue realized that although his mother always said that she didn't care how he studied and that he would just live a life of idleness and wait for death in the future, she was really happy for his grades and his changes.

So when his mother was crying on the other end of the phone, Cheng Jinyue laughed.

His mother scolded him for being heartless, but he smiled and promised her, "Mom, just wait and I'll give you a 700 on the test."

At that time, the photo can be posted on the honor roll and placed together with Jiang Zhao’s photo.

The more Cheng Jin thought about it, the more excited he became.

He said to Jiang Zhao, "Our homeroom teacher said I could be named a Star of Progress and be on the Honor Roll."

He looked desperate for affirmation.

Jiang Zhao thought for a moment and said, "You are very smart and can still improve."

Cheng Jinyue grinned and said, "Okay, I'll try my best. I'm going back now. Bye."

He returned to the classroom and couldn't wait to pull the boy next to him and ask, "Am I smart?"

Thinking that Cheng Jinyue still had to run 3,000 meters tomorrow, the boy suppressed his true feelings and said, "Smart."

Cheng Jinyue sat with his legs open, brushed his hair which had finally grown back, and said proudly, "There's nothing I can do about it, it's my charm."

The boy opened his mouth to say something, but finally chose to obey.

The wind blew on his face. The weather today was similar to the first time LZ met Jiang Zhao in the coffee shop last year.

But the state of mind is completely different.

He was so stupid back then.

Cheng Jinyue thought about it.