Yu Qirong sat in the crowd, looking aimlessly from one end to the other.
Ever since he bumped into Tang Xingfei that day, he hasn't seen him outside of school again. Yu Qirong had a hunch that Tang Xingfei was avoiding him, but he didn't know what was going on in his mind - maybe he felt that he had lost face?
Yu Qirong frowned and showed an expression that looked like he had a slight toothache.
But let's not talk about Tang Xingfei, he couldn't even figure out his own thoughts. He had to turn his attention to studying. The textbook looked very familiar, and he had basically memorized it after reading it several times.
So there is no challenge anymore.
There were two contestants in the last 3,000-meter race in the class, one was Tang Xingjin and the other was Su Tang. They were also assigned to the same race as Tang Xingfei, which made the scene feel a bit incompatible. They would explode at the slightest spark.
The loud speaker on the playground gave the sound of a girl reading a script in a clear and melodious voice, which, together with the hot weather, created a particularly lively atmosphere.
Yu Qirong glanced at the three people standing side by side over there. It was obvious that the two brothers were not willing to give in to each other and didn't even exchange glances; Su Tang ignored both of them and just moved his wrists and ankles on his own, glancing towards Yu Qirong intentionally or unintentionally.
The two people's eyes met, and Su Tang nodded at Yu Qirong as if he had just discovered something.
Yu Qirong also replied. He had a good impression of Su Tang. If it weren't for some psychological reasons, Su Tang would undoubtedly be the best choice.
The person next to him hummed softly, Yu Qirong lowered her eyelashes and gave him a look.
Yu Lin muttered quietly: "Why don't you have to write a radio script?"
Yu Qirong stretched lazily, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, "I can win first place in the shot put group in the class."
Yu Lin had nothing to say. He lowered his head and continued to rack his brains to praise the athletes.
Radio scripts can add points to the class's literary spirit. Except for the athletes, all other students have to write them, and each person has to write multiple ones.
The sports meet is finally going to start and I don’t have to bury myself in studying anymore. Now I have to bury myself in thinking about the broadcast script.
Most of the students in the class lowered their heads, so naturally Yu Qirong was the only one who held his head high.
He half-leaned on the stone steps behind him, squinting his eyes, and it was unknown what he was thinking. The golden sunlight added a golden edge to his outline, making him look very noble.
Tang Xingfei withdrew his gaze from there and saw from the corner of his eye that Tang Xingjin was looking at him.
Tang Xingjin raised the corner of his lips slightly: "How could I have a cowardly brother like you?"
Tang Xingfei retorted: "Aren't you the same?"
"..." Tang Xingjin was silent for half a second. Obviously, as brothers, they didn't need to communicate too much to determine each other's attitude towards Yu Qirong. He remembered some rumors in school and couldn't help asking him, "What the school said is that you can't take the initiative with Yu Qirong. Is it true?"
Tang Xingfei lowered his eyes and said calmly, "He has never lacked people who are attentive to him."
Last time he was impulsive and listened to what Tang Xingjin said, and was blinded by fear and anxiety.
Fortunately, Yu Qirong did not agree to Lu Zichu, and he still retained a bit of rationality and did not confess his feelings.
Tang Xingjin was dismissive of Tang Xingfei's theory. There was no such thing in the world as suppressing one's love for someone. However, having learned from previous experience, he had to be cautious.
Therefore, all of them spontaneously slowed down their pursuit.
"Get ready, get ready—"
As soon as the referee fired the starting gun, a row of people on the track ran out like a fully drawn bow being released.
Yu Qirong held his chin and looked for three people he liked among the group.
Yu Lin ran out of inspiration halfway through writing. He looked up and saw Yu Qirong looking at the track. He couldn't help but ask, "Qiqi, who are you looking at?"
He squinted his eyes, trying hard to see the people on the track, trying to tell who was who, but it was obvious that their class was in a very remote location and far away, so he couldn't see clearly at all.
Yu Qirong: "Guess?"
Yu Lin scratched his head: "I can't guess."
Of course, Yu Qirong didn’t have such good dynamic vision. He could have distinguished them by their body shapes, but now he realized that the body shapes of the three of them were similar. No wonder sometimes he felt that “the three of them were the same”.
As soon as this thought came to mind, Yu Qirong's right wrist moved slightly without being noticed.
He didn't touch it again, but the smile on his lips raised a little, and then he continued to watch the group of people running on the playground.
This scene seemed particularly dazzling in Lu Zichu's eyes. No matter who Yu Qirong was looking at, he was essentially looking at Tang Xingfei.
If he could lose to Tang Xingfei again under such circumstances, it would be really embarrassing for him.
Before Yu Qirong's smile faded, a message suddenly came from the radio loudspeaker: "Ask the athletes participating in the shot put competition to arrive quickly."
Then Lu Zichu came up to him and smiled slyly: "Let's go, Qiqi."
"Okay." Yu Qirong nodded, stood up and followed him obediently to the shot put venue.
The shot put is not as time-consuming as the 3,000-meter race. You just throw the balls one by one in order and leave when you are done. If you are not satisfied, you can throw it a second time and take the highest score.
After the people in front threw their balls one by one, it was Yu Qirong's turn.
Yu Qirong picked up a shot put that he liked from the ground and threw it gently. The shot put bounced in his hand and it looked like it was inflated and not solid.
He calmly estimated the distance, mentally estimated the amount of strength he would need to use, and then threw it forward casually.
Almost everyone in the audience was looking at him, and his effortless demeanor made many of his classmates look forward to his performance.
The girl who was checking the results took a look at the sand pit created by the shot put, and gave up the idea that Yu Qirong had picked a hollow ball. Then she went to check his results again. She opened her mouth and loudly announced the results to the referee -
"23 meters 21!"
After hearing this number, almost everyone fell silent.
The referee flicked his ear as if he didn't hear clearly, and asked the little girl loudly: "How much did you say?"
The little girl trotted over and touched her chest breathlessly, "23 meters...21."
"..." The referee stammered and turned to look at Yu Qirong, "Is this almost breaking the Guinness record?"
Yu Qirong frowned. He thought he had been restrained enough, but now it seemed a bit too ostentatious. He clearly remembered that the force and angle would not be too outrageous before.
The girl looked at his expression and thought he was still not satisfied with the result, so she asked cautiously: "Do you want to try again a second time? You can get the best result."
“No need.” Yu Qirong was deflated, turned around and patted the shoulder of his next contestant Lu Zichu, “Come on.”
Lu Zichu seemed to have taken stimulants. He became full of energy instantly after being tapped by him. The little girl looked at him and thought that he could also throw out a good result, so she stood farther away to avoid having to run a few more steps.
The results were not satisfactory.
After everyone had finished throwing their balls, Yu Qirong looked at Lu Zichu, who looked like he was about to die of depression, and had to hesitantly comfort him: "I got first place, and you got last place. If you round it off, our class's results are pretty good."
He didn't take his consolation seriously, and Lu Zichu didn't think it was much of a good thing.
Yu Qirong didn't like to do inefficient work, so he decided that comforting Lu Zichu was a thankless task. His eyes began to wander around, looking for something more worthy of his attention.
Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed by at the end of the shot put crowd.
Yu Qirong shuddered all over, thinking that the forgotten dream had come back and dragged him back to that dream.
The figure only appeared for a moment, with the corner of his clothes showing a little bit due to being covered by someone else, then it spread out at a small angle and disappeared.
Yu Qirong remained silent, his eyes fixed on the place where the man disappeared. He walked quickly at first, and then ran fast.
He didn't know why he had to see the passerby again, but his choices were always based on his heart. His heart told him that if he didn't chase her, he would fall into a swamp of regret.
Lu Zichu was still waiting for Yu Qirong to continue comforting him, and was prepared to show some weakness to Yu Qirong, but he didn't hear anything for a long time.
He opened his eyes and saw that there was no trace of Yu Qirong in front of him.
On the other side, three people arrived at the line almost at the same time, and other students handed them towels and water.
Tang Xingfei said "thank you" and took it, but his eyes fell on Yu Qirong's class.
Not seeing the person he wanted to see, he subconsciously frowned, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and pursed his thin lips into a straight line.
"Maybe at the shot put venue?" Tang Xingjin didn't find anyone either, so he turned to look at the other side. The competition had just ended there, and there was still a large crowd of people. But if he just wanted to find a white haired man who was not short, it wouldn't be difficult.
He looked around carefully, his face gradually becoming grim, revealing the same anxious expression as his brother.
Su Tang was the calmest person. After finishing his run, he supported himself on his knees and took a breath for a while. When he was about to straighten up, he suddenly stopped.
From his perspective, he could just see the concrete staircase leading directly from the outside of the playground to the shot put field, as well as a piece of white hair that suddenly appeared there.
"..." Su Tang's dark eyes were stunned for a moment, and then no matter how anxious the two brothers behind him were, he walked over there calmly.
"I didn't expect to see you here again." The person standing opposite Yu Qirong spoke calmly, and it can be heard that he still has an impression of Yu Qirong.
I didn’t have the chance to take a closer look at him last time, but I’ve got the chance this time.
Yu Qirong boldly looked at the person opposite with a burning gaze. The man in front of him was indeed plain-looking. The only redeeming feature was his eyes, which looked like diamonds set in a plastic ring. There was a sense of disharmony everywhere.
"I didn't expect you to come here." Yu Qirong replied.
The person opposite nodded slightly, "I came to the school to do something. I just saw you throwing the shot put. I didn't expect you to be so good."
"Not bad." Yu Qirong was subconsciously humble.
"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
"...Wait a moment." Yu Qirong called him. He came back to his senses when he met the questioning gaze of the person opposite him.
What was he doing? The other person was just a stranger, but his own behavior was really wrong.
His appearance definitely doesn't match his aesthetic, but these eyes...
The other party was still waiting for him to give an answer, so Yu Qirong had to ask him shamelessly: "Will we meet again next time?"
"...It will take some time." the man replied.
The man seemed to curl his lips slightly, but Yu Qirong didn't see it clearly. When he wanted to take a closer look, the man had already turned around and disappeared behind the playground fence.
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