On Friday afternoon, the traditional events ended and the fun sports began. The first event was the windmill. Shengxia stood in the stands to get things for Xin Xiaohe and cheer for her.

The race was really fun. Everyone was wearing their class uniforms, holding onto a pole and running. The track looked like a few colorful centipedes crawling on it, especially at the bends, when the tail team members bumped into each other, kicking each other and pulling each other, and the people in the stands started to cheer, making it really lively.

Class 6 barely came in third in the group and did not make it to the finals.

Xin Xiaohe drank a lot of water after the game, and was so angry that she was spitting out foam at the mouth: "I practiced for so many days in vain. Those bastards in Class 4 only do some things to rob people. Are they from Korea? I am so angry!"

"It's just playing, it's okay!" Yang Linyu comforted.

Xin Xiaohenu: "Why are you pretending to be a good person? It's not you who is being bullied!"

Yang Linyu shut up awkwardly.

"Qi Xiulei!" Xin Xiaohe grabbed the boy beside her, "We must win, no matter what else, if you don't beat Class 4, don't enter my class!"

Qi Xiulei nodded silently, "Then I'll go through the back door of my class."

Xin Xiaohe: ...

Zhang Shu laughed, "If you don't let him in, do you want to be a door god?"

Xin Xiaohe changed her tone, "No matter what, if we want to win, go for it, Brother Shu!"

Zhang Shu rubbed his arms and said, "Stop it, don't act like a tough girl."

Xin Xiaohe: "Oh, then you have to bear your ex's coquettishness and don't turn against him. Class 4 is closely linked, but there is Chen Mengyao."

She spoke in a low voice, so only the people in their circle could hear it. Zhang Shu suddenly stood up and leaned against the railing, "Old love? Explain to me clearly, what old love? I have been so clean for so many years, how can I have an old love? Xin Xiaohe, mobile rumor machine, it turns out to be you? Give me a good beating to find you."

He had no control over the volume and was speaking towards the stands, so almost everyone around him could hear it.

Normally, Zhang Shu would never respond to such topics.

Xin Xiaohe retorted: "I didn't spread it first, everyone said so..."

"Who are you?" Zhang Shu said casually, but his tone was serious. "Everyone says the world will end in 2012. If that were true, you would be a fossil in the Himalayas now."

There was laughter in the stands, and several classes around were whispering.

Xin Xiaohe: ...Is it necessary to be so cruel?

Hou Junqi realized that Zhang Shu was going to refute the rumor in public, so he continued, "Don't panic, it has nothing to do with you. Ah Shu just meant that the news that he likes that person is just like the end of the world in 2012, which has been proven false."

Xin Xiaohe also rubbed her arms like Zhang Shu and said in disgust: "Let's go, I still want to live and don't want to be a fossil."

Someone was enjoying the show and asked, "Brother Shu, so you mean you have a new love instead of the old one?"

A gust of wind made the flags in the stands clang. Zhang Shu glanced at the back row indifferently, and his lazy voice was blown away by the wind.

"Isn't it good to build a beautiful China? It's not right to spread unfounded and dishonest things all day long."

Xin Xiaohe: ...

Hou Junqi: ...

Shengxia was writing a newsletter in the back row, hoping to win some points for the thinking test for Class 6. Upon hearing this, she paused.

The "interlocking circles" competition was carried out on the green field in the middle of the track. There were six classes in a group. The competition for the first and second year students had already ended, but the people did not leave. They surrounded the green field in three layers inside and outside.

This group includes classes four and six. Several of the top stars on the recent confession wall are here, so it will be interesting to watch.

"Is midsummer gone without makeup?"

“Probably.”

“So white.”

"From this perspective, Chen Mengyao seems to be prettier."

"I don't think so. Chen Mengyao even wore her hair down at the sports meet. She has a lot of idol image."

"You were going to be an idol, huh?"

"Zhang Shu is more suitable when standing with Sheng Xia, and he looks younger than Chen Mengyao."

…

There was endless chatter about the comparison between Shengxia and Chen Mengyao, but Shengxia, who was standing in the venue, of course didn't hear it.

The sun was scorching hot. She and Zhang Shu stood side by side. No one spoke. There was enough space for one more person to stand in the middle.

The race is a round-trip one, a relay race. Shengxia and Zhang Shu are the fourth runners, behind the second runner, with the first, third and fifth runners standing on the opposite side of the field.

And Chen Mengyao is the second baton in Class Four.

Now standing in front of the left side of Shengxia.

"Ah Shu, can you please give in to me a little?" Chen Mengyao shouted at Zhang Shu while stretching.

Zhang Shuxu stood with his hips crossed and replied calmly, "How can I give in if I don't fight you?"

Chen Mengyao said: "Then you can also run slower."

Zhang Shu smiled and said, "On what basis?"

"Tsk, I knew you'd give me this answer again," Chen Mengyao rolled her eyes, "boring."

Although they were rejected, it sounded like the two of them were very familiar with each other from the conversation.

The whistle sounded crisply and the game began.

The first runner was running from the opposite side with hula hoops. Class 6 had the advantage because they ran sideways and arrived first. The second runner started quickly.

Chen Mengyao turned her head and said, "Ah Shu, your class is good, so you should give in to me, right?"

Before Zhang Shu could answer, the fourth shift also began to hand over, and Chen Mengyao said again: "See you across the street!"

Zhang Shu did not respond and looked at the people around him.

The scorching sun shone on her face, which was white and moist, like jade that was soaked in water.

Shengxia stood there quietly, without any tension or other emotions.

He shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Why, do you think she will be jealous?

He used to communicate with Chen Mengyao in this way, but now he vaguely feels that it’s time to change it?

At this time, a pleasant female voice came from the radio: "The following is a submission from Shengxia, a student in Class 6 of Senior Grade 3..."

Many people looked towards Shengxia.

Even the students in Class 6 asked: "Xia Xia, when did you submit your work?"

"Just now." Shengxia said.

"Wow, there are extra points!"

Shengxia nodded gently: "Yeah."

Zhang Shu listened with his ears tilted up, and began to praise this grand event, with neat parallelism and gorgeous words, which were very suitable for this occasion.

"Can you write about any subject and write so quickly?" Zhang Shu asked.

Shengxia was stunned.

They hadn't spoken to each other for a whole day.

What was going on? He suddenly praised her in such a respectful and friendly tone.

Shengxia said: "Neither is it."

Zhang Shu: "If you are awesome, you are awesome. There is no need to be modest."

The classmates around looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

"They didn't say anything, why do I feel so clingy?"

"You are not alone."

At this moment, the third runner came towards us and took off the hula hoop and passed it to us before crossing the line.

"We're here," Zhang Shu reminded, grabbing Shengxia's shoulders and turning her around. He stretched out his arm to take the hula hoop and put it over his head, "Let's go."

The two of them stood back to back, jumping sideways towards each other...

This reaction speed, this tacit understanding...

"Are they real?"

"Knock first as a sign of respect."

When she was halfway through the race, Shengxia suddenly heard a voice behind her, "When you need to concentrate the most, don't think too much. Don't think about what others say or what others do... Only by running your own way can you win."

Shengxia almost thought that he was offering some comfort in response to the recent rumors, if it weren't for the last sentence.

The last sentence is just about the competition.

But Class 6 was almost one-way ahead, and they could win as long as they kept up the pace, so there was no need for him to do anything unnecessary at this time.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to be overly sentimental.

The announcer was still reading the script of the midsummer: "…The most beautiful sunset will appear during the summer evening self-study. You, the most stubborn one, will shine brightly on the track. Let's rush to the finish line together and show the spirit and realm of youth! Let's witness the young people's bright clothes and blooming roads together."

Witness the blossoming flowers and the end together.

"Zhang Shu! Shengxia! Hurry up! Class 1 is following us and is catching up. Hurry up!"

With less than ten meters left, Zhou Xuanxuan's anxious shout was heard. Shengxia looked up and saw that the class at the edge was also running sideways and was almost overtaking them.

Zhou Xuanxuan became even more anxious. She stepped forward and started to pull it herself. Zhang Shu was tall and had not completely taken off the hula hoop. When Zhou Xuanxuan pulled it, the hula hoop directly hooked his neck and pulled him backwards.

Zhang Shu turned around swiftly, but still couldn't keep his balance and fell down.

Realizing that it was Shengxia's back in front of him, he subconsciously reached out to support the ground, but his inertia was so great that how could he hold on?

It happened in an instant. Shengxia only felt a force coming from behind. She was pushed to the ground, and the hula hoop that was in the way caught her knees as it fell. Her legs were curled up and she couldn't take a step forward. She fell straight down. Suddenly, there was a sound of friction.

pain!

There was a flash of white light before my eyes.

At this moment, midsummer felt as if the world had withdrawn for a second.

It feels like I am leaving this world forever.

"midsummer!"

"midsummer!"

“Xia Xia!”

There was confusion, chaos, and she heard anxious voices coming one after another. She knew that her body had been turned over.

She saw the young man in front of her stand up with a panicked face.

There are many people around me, some I know and some I don’t…

When she regained consciousness, she began to trace the source of the pain.

It was her legs, her right leg, it was in excruciating pain and she couldn't move it.

"Shengxia, how are you?" Zhang Shu half-knelt and looked up and down at the girl in front of him to make sure she was intact.

Her lips were pale, her eyes were dull, and beads of sweat were on her forehead.

This doesn't look like an ordinary fall.

Zhang Shu shouted: "Midsummer!"

Xin Xiaohe squeezed into the crowd and tried to help Shengxia up, but Zhang Shu stopped her sternly: "Don't touch her!"

Xin Xiaohe was anxious: "What should I do! Xia Xia, what's wrong with you? Zhang Shu, you idiot, this is not the way you win!"

Zhang Shu seemed to be deaf to the words, "You may have injured your bones, don't move without permission," and then turned around and called Hou Junqi, "Call the school doctor!"

“Ohhhh.”

Zhang Shu's gaze returned to Shengxia's face, looking her up and down, and unconsciously stroked her cheek, "Can you talk?"

The back of his hand was cold.

Shengxia tried to open her mouth, but the word "can" turned into "pain..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking..." Zhang Shu frowned and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Shengxia closed her eyes, her gums tightened, and she was in so much pain that she became unconscious.

The people around were watching the two people's intimate behavior, looking at each other, and no one was inadvertent enough to gossip at this moment.

Zhou Xuanxuan was about to cry, "Meng Yao..."

Shengxia wouldn't think she did it on purpose, they just had a conflict.

Chen Mengyao squeezed her hand to comfort her. She had no time to care about Zhou Xuanxuan's mood at this moment, and her eyes fell on Zhang Shu's tense profile.

Such an expression of anxiety, pity, helplessness and yet forced composure had never been seen on Zhang Shu's nonchalant face.

The school doctor was in the dispatch room and arrived quickly. The teachers also came over, including the physical education teacher, Wang Wei, and a few teachers who looked familiar but whom I didn't know. The group of people were chattering about something.

"It's a fracture. It's hard to tell what's wrong. You have to go to the hospital," the school doctor said, and asked Shengxia, "What about other parts of your body? Is there anything unusual?"

Shengxia felt a little too much pain, so she slowly opened her eyes, moved her arms, and shook her head, "No...no..."

"Don't follow so many people, disperse quickly and take her to the hospital."

"Looking for a stretcher?"

"It's her calf that's broken. She can't stretch it anymore. A stretcher won't work. It's best if she doesn't move her calf. Can you lift her up?"

The school doctor looked around and was about to find a few people to help carry the patient.

Zhang Shu said to Xin Xiaohe: "Hold her legs."

Then he put his arm around Shengxia's shoulders, hooked his arm around her legs, and picked her up horizontally.

In order to avoid swaying when standing up, he could only stand up slowly, which was much more difficult than just picking him up.

Zhang Shu's arms were tense and his neck muscles bulged.

Although it was not very humane to think about it at this time, the onlookers still couldn't help whispering.

"Oh my god..."

"My boyfriend is MAX."

In the midsummer, I didn't know where to put my hands. Besides the pain, there was also a tingling sensation throughout my limbs, as if my body was electrified.

Zhou Xuanxuan was very nervous. Seeing that the crowd was about to disperse, she cried, "Mengyao, what should I do..."

"It's okay, you didn't mean it," Chen Mengyao said, taking a step forward, "Ah Shu, Xuanxuan..."

"Stop making noise and make way!"

Zhang Shu's voice was deep and urgent, not a roar, but worse than a roar. Then, without waiting for any reply, he pushed away the irrelevant crowd with a sharp look and walked towards the stadium entrance holding Shengxia.

Chen Mengyao stood there in a daze, and Zhou Xuanxuan was so frightened that she stopped sobbing.

Everyone was whispering to each other, and they all felt that saying a few words at this time would only cause more trouble.

It seems that Zhang Shu is not targeting anyone, he is just too anxious and worried.

Zhang Shu walked fast and steadily. When Shengxia looked up, she saw beads of sweat on his forehead.

After walking for a while, her body became a little slack, and Zhang Shu lowered his head, "You have to hold on to me." He couldn't adjust her position suddenly, because if he shook her legs, she would be in trouble.

midsummer:……

She caught a glimpse of the gazes coming from all directions from the corner of her eyes, and with all her might she buried her head in his chest, trying not to see it, and her hands slowly climbed up his neck.

Take X-rays, get a diagnosis, and wait for the plaster to be applied.

Wang Wei and Xin Xiaohe came with them. Wang Wei and Zhang Shu handled all the formalities, while Xin Xiaohe stayed with Shengxia the whole time.

Li Xu came and said Sheng Mingfeng was in a meeting and would come later.

Wang Lianhua was also rushing over from work.

In fact, all the work that needs to be done has been done, and all I come here to do is to watch or give a few words of criticism.

After a while, the dean arrived, followed by the department director and several doctors.

They called out from the door: "Director Li?"

Li Xu turned around, raised his hand to stop them, and followed the group out. Wang Wei also followed them out.

Only three young people were left in the ward.

The door was closed quietly, and the sound of conversation outside the corridor occasionally penetrated into the room through a gap.

This momentum is accompanied by the influx of words such as "secretary", "Care from the Municipal Party Committee", "health", and "medical insurance", which are often heard on the background music of TV - the news broadcast.

Xin Xiaohe was a little overwhelmed. She glanced at Zhang Shu, who was leaning against the window with an expressionless face, and it was hard to tell that he was feeling anything special.

The director of the department applied the plaster to Shengxia himself, saying it was not a big problem and that it would need to be worn for more than seven weeks.

At this time, Sheng Mingfeng's meeting was over, and Li Xu drove to pick him up. The group of doctors talked a lot and then left.

After a while, Wang Wei had something to do at school, so he prepared to leave. Before leaving, he asked if he wanted to take Xin Xiaohe and Zhang Shu with him.

Xin Xiaohe said, "I'll stay and help, in case Xia Xia needs to go to the restroom or something."

Wang Wei nodded: "Okay, call me if you need anything. What about you, Zhang Shu? Go back now."

Zhang Shu replied: "I will go back by myself."

Wang Wei thought it would be okay to leave someone to run errands.

Sheng Xia spoke up: "Go back, Zhang Shu."

"Thank you for today. I don't need... anything else." she added.

Her tone was cold and she never looked at him from beginning to end.

Even a glance.

She said—

I don't need you here.