Under the shadow of the teaching building, Miao Luo had already laid mats on the ground with several students.
The September morning was very comfortable with a gentle breeze and no direct sunlight on the body.
If you don’t have physical education class, buying some snacks from the canteen, sitting on the mat, chatting and eating at the same time is definitely a pleasure.
However, Miao Luo did not give everyone the chance to indulge in enjoyment. As soon as the mats were laid out, he began to assign tasks.
"Two people work in a group. One person does sit-ups while the other helps hold down the feet and counts. Do as many as you can in one minute without forcing yourself. After a minute, switch."
"Those of you who have formed your teams now, please stand over there."
Holding a stopwatch in his hand, Miao Luo pointed to the mat under the flower bed. While others were still hesitating, Qingting pulled Wei Lai and stood next to the mat at the far end.
After someone took the lead, the rest of the people were no longer timid. They pulled together their good friends and stood next to other mats.
"Okay, now you can lie down and get ready. I won't start until I say start."
As soon as Miao Luo finished speaking, the classmates lay down one after another. Qingting also lay down, protecting her skirt.
"Wei Lai, hurry up, I still need to tie my hair." Qing Ting grabbed her skirt with one hand and protected her hair with the other, and couldn't help urging Wei Lai.
[Knowing that we were going to do sit-ups in the morning gym class, why didn't you tie your hair beforehand?]
Wei Lai muttered to himself, squatted down and helped hold Qingting's skirt.
Although it was a long skirt, it did not reach the ankles. While helping to hold the skirt, Wei Lai discovered a problem.
Because he had to help hold the skirt, he could only hold Qingting's feet with one hand.
This is a bit difficult for Wei Lai. With his five fingers spread out, it is difficult to grasp the point of force.
Wei Lai turned his gaze to Miao Luo, wanting to find her for help.
"Teacher, what should I do if I can't hold it in?"
"Yeah?"
Miao Luo turned his head and saw Wei Lai and Qing Ting walking straight towards them.
"If it's inconvenient to press your feet, just sit down and hug your legs." Miao Luo pressed Wei Lai's shoulders and let him sit directly on the cushion. He turned sideways and hugged Qingting's calves, which also made it convenient for him to hold her skirt.
The light and shadow went back, and when this picture appeared in Wei Lai's mind, his face felt slightly hot, but he couldn't think of any better way.
His knee was injured, and it was not convenient for him to use his knee instead of his hand to help Qingting press down her foot.
[It seems I can only hold her calves.]
Wei Lai took his hands off Qingting's feet and was about to sit down to hug her calves when Qingting's calves suddenly retracted.
He looked at Qingting puzzledly, "What's wrong?"
Qingting, who had just tied her hair up on top of her head, blushed slightly, glanced to the side, and murmured, "Just press on your knees, I'm ticklish elsewhere."
"Yeah, okay."
Wei Lai didn't think too much about it and used both hands to help hold down Qingting's knees.
The skirt was more than enough to hold down the knees, so it didn't hinder him from helping to hold the skirt in place.
But in this way, most of her calves were exposed, and their whiteness and cleanness made him a little concerned, and his eyes would fall on them from time to time.
"Are you all ready?"
"Teacher, get ready!"
"Then the timer begins...!"
After making sure everyone was ready, Miao Luo also pressed the stopwatch hanging around his neck.
Everyone else started doing sit-ups, and Qingting was no exception. Her cheeks rose and fell slightly. After doing five or six, her cheeks gradually turned red.
Wei Lai, who was massaging her knees, watched her face gradually turn pink, sometimes closer to him, sometimes farther away, and ignored the white legs in front of him.
"How many have you done?" Qingting was slightly out of breath, but her eyes were still bright as she looked at Wei Lai, making him look away.
I was so focused on looking at her face that I forgot to count.
"I've done seven."
"It's not seven, it's six, and it's only seven now." Qingting sat up again and deliberately knocked Wei Lai's forehead with her tied-up hair. "You were staring at me just now, but you didn't count. Am I really that good-looking?"
"No, I was thinking about something else. I'll help you count carefully from now on... It's seven now." Wei Lai turned around and began to count carefully to prove himself.
[She laughed at me again, what a shame.]
Hearing Wei Lai's thoughts, Qingting smiled, said nothing, and slowed down her movements.
"Thirty seconds left. Keep doing a few more. This will count towards your final physical education assessment."
"I can't do it anymore. I'm so tired."
"Eleven... it's the limit!"
Miao Luo watched his students from the side, and watched quietly without saying a word to those who started shouting in less than a minute.
She has a clear idea of which students are active and which ones like to be lazy.
The purpose of physical education classes is to give them proper exercise. At this age, we are not training them to be athletes. That kind of thing can be left to their junior high and high school teachers.
Bored, she turned her gaze to Wei Lai and Qing Ting, a hint of warmth flashing in her eyes.
"Eleven, twelve..."
Wei Lai helped Qingting count the number of sit-ups. As the time between her lying down and standing up became longer, he knew that Qingting was almost reaching her limit.
[That's pretty impressive. I think she only did twelve last year.]
Hearing Wei Lai's true feelings, Qingting felt extremely happy. She did three more moves and lay on the mat, looking at him.
"Would you like to compete? I can make another one. Sixteen shouldn't be too difficult for you."
Hearing Qingting say this, Wei Lai's cheeks puffed up and he lowered his head, feeling humiliated.
Last year, he did sit-ups with the help of other boys, and he stopped after doing twelve. But he couldn't tell Qingting the reason, otherwise she would laugh at him.
Yes, this is an opportunity!
"Okay, I'll compete with you." Wei Lai raised his head, not believing that he was inferior to girls.
"Well, then I'll help you press your feet." A light flashed in Qingting's eyes. She sat up and gently breathed on Wei Lai's hand.
Wei Lai withdrew his hand quickly, and when he looked at Qing Ting again, her face was already red, and she was sitting there hugging her legs, looking at him.
"Just get up if you want. Why are you blowing on my hand?"
"Did I? It was clearly the wind that blew it."
“…”
Wei Lai stared at Qingting silently, and through the pictures of the future, he instantly discovered her conspiracy.
"So he was planning to sneak up on me and blow my knees while I was doing sit-ups? What's so great about that?"
I was just not prepared. Once I was prepared, I wouldn't be so easily affected.
Wei Lai had no intention of changing what happened a minute later and was confident in his ability to endure.
"Okay, one minute is up, swap positions."
Miao Luo's voice was heard, Qingting stood up from the mat, and Wei Lai couldn't wait to lie down where Qingting had been lying.
"Just wait and see, I will definitely have more than you." Wei Lai said confidently.
Qingting smiled slightly, squatted down, covering her skirt, and remained silent.
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