“Hey.”
"You thought of it?"
The two of them leaned against each other quietly, and Wei Lai quite enjoyed the feeling.
"You said you heard my voice at that time, right?"
"I heard you say things like you wanted to get closer."
Wei Lai wasn't too sure, but when he thought about it, if it was just his hallucination, then this sentence was a bit confusing.
"Then let's experiment."
"you mean?"
"I don't know why, but I thought you were super handsome and my heart was beating fast at that time."
"Really?"
Wei Laigang felt a little embarrassed when Qingting suddenly changed the subject.
"Perhaps some special conditions have been triggered, unlocking your abilities. So, we can take advantage of this sports meet to test it out."
[Does my ability have this side effect? ]
Wei Lai was stunned by Qingting's words, but there was no other explanation.
"Okay, then. How do we conduct the experiment? Tell me."
If it can be done by letting Qingting see him play, why hasn't this happened before?
Wei Lai was also confused about this.
I don't remember doing anything special at the time. I just did some basic training and played basketball until the end of the get out of class.
"Since this is an experiment, I naturally need to try it slowly. I'll go back and think about it carefully, and we'll talk about it this afternoon."
"Too."
On the way to send Qingting back to the dormitory, Wei Lai also decided to recall what was different between then and before.
Since it won't happen under normal circumstances, we do need to try some special cases.
…
afternoon.
The shot put field next to the playground.
Wei Lai signed up for two events, one was shot put and the other was the men's 5,000-meter long-distance race.
After thinking about it for the whole afternoon, he felt that the difference between that day and usual days was that he did a lot of basic training before starting to play with Class 6.
For this reason, he also did basic exercises before the shot put competition.
The referee was looking at his phone, ready to start the game on time.
Wei Lai stood among the crowd preparing to participate in the competition and turned to look at Qing Ting who was squeezed in the crowd preparing to watch the game.
'How about it?'
Qingting had been staring at Wei Lai for more than two minutes. When she saw him looking at her, she silently shouted at him.
Wei Lai shook his head. He had just tried his ability, and it hadn't been a minute yet, so it still didn't work.
Seeing that the game hadn't started yet, Qingting walked out of the crowd, brought water to Wei Lai, and whispered, "Why don't you try to strike a cool pose?"
"No, there are so many people, the company will be killed."
Looking around, Wei Lai felt extremely unwilling.
"You're so stupid, forget it. I mean you should look cool when you throw the shot put later."
"That's possible."
It would be embarrassing to look for trouble, but if it is for a competition, Wei Lai feels that it doesn't matter what posture he uses to throw the shot put.
It's a competition after all. Everyone is competing for results. It's just a way of throwing the shot put. There's nothing shameful about it.
"Then do your best."
After saying that, Qingting retreated back into the crowd.
"Time's up. You only have two chances. Be careful not to hurt yourself...Others, stay away."
When the time was up, the referee called Wei Lai and the others over to try their hand first, and at the same time dispersed the crowd of onlookers.
When he was in junior high school, Wei Lai had touched the shot put, but his movements were rather simple and not very aesthetic.
He stood in the middle of the line and exchanged places with the person at the end of the line.
I want to see how other people throw the shot put.
He was not disappointed, as there were indeed several people who threw the shot put differently from others.
There are two standard movements. One is to put the shot put on your shoulder and slide it out. The other is to stand with your back to the field, bent over, and use the explosive power of your waist and the force of your thighs to throw the shot put out.
The non-standard movements are more varied. Some are thrown like stones, while others are thrown like softballs.
The more handsome moves are probably the softball tossing posture and bending the waist with the back facing the court.
Wei Lai used his ability to try both positions.
But I still don’t have the same feeling as then.
Ten minutes later.
Wei Lai blushed and left the shot put venue with Qingting.
"Xiaoting, no one else is laughing, why are you laughing?"
Because the first two methods didn't work, Wei Lai tried other moves, but the results were much worse than the first time, and Qingting burst out laughing.
"I asked you to do something cool, not something funny, and you didn't allow me to laugh."
[I don't care about other people, but I would be embarrassed if you laughed at me in front of so many people.]
"Then just take your time to laugh. I'm going back to base camp first." Wei Lai left Qing Ting and walked quickly towards the audience stand alone.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I'll massage your arm later."
Seeing that Wei Lai was really angry, Qingting quickly chased after him and said in a cute way.
"I owe you that for now. My arm is fine."
Rather than being angry, Wei Lai was more depressed. He didn't know what was wrong.
With sufficient warm-up exercises and Xiaoting's attention, I competed seriously.
These conditions, which are not often encountered, were all present, but the situation at that time was not triggered.
"Are you really not angry?" Qing Ting glanced at Wei Lai tentatively, "Then when is the next game?"
"Around three o'clock, tomorrow is the women's 3,000-meter race."
"Then let's try again when the time comes."
"Long-distance running isn't cool at all. The only way to describe it is as embarrassing as it is at the end."
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