born stubborn

Now, Liang Yue can easily catch Yuan Yang on the entire 400-meter circular runway.

But Yuan Yang didn't know where Liang Yue went.

Now that he was on the third lap, he could no longer distract himself, so he went to look for Liang Yue throughout the arena.

The red plastic runway under my feet is a slightly curved flat road, and the end is still far away.

Only the white line next to him guides him where to go.

The footsteps began to become heavy, and the breathing became rapid, and the heart in the chest was already beating a clearly discernible fast drumbeat.

The numb fatigue rose all the way from the soles of the feet to the scalp, and Yuan Yang, who was in an uncomfortable state, frowned and clenched his teeth.

This is only the third lap, and there are still four and a half laps to come, and the word insist has just emerged from his consciousness.

He can continue to work harder and run forward with all his strength, because of his innate stubbornness.

When Liang Yue was preparing, he squinted and saw Yuan Yang jumping over the track beside him, his speed was still good, and his condition was not bad.

Liang Yue smiled knowingly, and dragged the shot put on the ground to his neck.

The last shot put was thrown by Yang Wei, and he scored a good result, 15 meters, temporarily ranking first.

Liang Yue is not as strong as him, nor is he as professional in technique.

After all, shot put is not like football or basketball. Who would play with a lead bump every day?

In fact, Liang Yue knew early on that he would not be able to beat Yang Wei in the shot put, and originally planned to win more first places in other events.

As a result, the [-]-meter accident happened, and the javelin was distracted by watching Yuan Yang. If he hadn't thrown the shot put well, he would have lost to Yang Wei.

In fact, it's okay to lose, isn't it just a first kiss?

First... first kiss? !

The muscles of the whole body tense and exert strength together.

Originally coordinated with a uniform speed, but because he cared too much, Liang Yue missed the action of pushing the shot put and turned it into a throw.

With a muffled bang, the shot put fell to the ground without a thud, almost hitting his feet and being eliminated directly.

Yang Wei, who was staring at him with wide eyes, was stunned for two seconds, then squatted on the ground covering his round belly and laughed wildly.

"Hahaha... Liang Yue, you bastard, you finally lost to me!"

Yuan Yang went on the 4th lap, his legs seemed to be filled with lead.

It was as heavy as the shot put thrown by Liang Yue just now, and it hit the ground step by step recklessly, completely turning into a mechanized forward movement.

I can't breathe, my nose is not enough to breathe, I can only open my mouth to pant.

His heart was beating so fast that he wanted to jump out of his chest, and the pores all over his body were emitting heat.

Uncomfortable, too uncomfortable, why did you agree to run 3000 meters?What an idiot!

Passing by the logistics department of Class 7 of the United States, the cheerleaders in miniskirts were jumping happily.

"Yuan Yang! Come on! Mei Qi has a thick skin, bullets can't penetrate..."

Stop yelling, it's fucking annoying!Fuck it!

I know I will work hard, I know I have to persevere!

persist in!persist in!There are three more ahead, hold on!

No way, it's too fucking uncomfortable!

Liang Yue looked at Yuan Yang and slid past him as if infected with a zombie virus.

The shot put here was useless, so he quickly ran back to the logistics department, picked up two bottles of water, followed the infield track line, and caught up with Yuan Yang.

The 7 meters in 3000 and a half laps are the most uncomfortable on the 4th and 5th laps.

Those with poor physique even gave up from here, and those with good physique basically reached the limit.

The race is different from the usual casual running. Under multiple pressures, it will become a tormenting difficulty.

Yuan Yang couldn't describe how he felt when he crossed the starting line on lap 5.

Seeing that the three in front couldn't hold back their speed and slowed down, but he had more than enough energy.

He even wanted to give up, the two legs were no longer his, and his vision became blurred, as if his heart was going to explode in the next moment.

This is not running, this is suffering.

Stop running, it's just a sports meeting, so what if you give up?

Yuan Yang's physical strength was severely overdrawn, he felt that he was going to die, even if he didn't die, he was already paralyzed.

"Yuan Yang!" Liang Yue caught up with him, running at the same speed as him, running on the inside of the track, "Yuan Yang, hold on!"

Yuan Yang turned his dizzy head uncomfortably, glanced at Liang Yue, panting, "I, I can't run anymore."

Liang Yue quickly unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to him, "Drink two sips of water, don't worry, run slowly."

Yuan Yang took it in his hands, and when he was running, he couldn't hold it steady and sprinkled his hands, feeling cool.

I took two or three sips from the bottle, and the cool water flowed into my body. I felt better, but my heart beat faster.

Liang Yue ran with him, seeing that he wanted to drink water again, he hurriedly said: "Take another two sips and give me the bottle."

Yuan Yang numbly nodded his head, and his ears began to roar.

A few sips of water couldn't relieve his current uncomfortable state at all. He really wanted to tell Liang Yue that he didn't want to run away, but he couldn't say it.

He promised Liang Yue to go all out, but he couldn't even get rid of the first three hurdles. Isn't it too incompetent to say give up now?

Liang Yue didn't say much, and just ran with him on the inside of the track.

Waiting for him to bring over the water bottle after drinking, he held it up high, and poured the remaining half of the bottle of water on him.

"Yuan Yang, you can do it, hold on!"

Half a bottle of cold water was poured on the body, and a layer of white smoke evaporated from the hot body.

Liang Yue simply unscrewed another bottle and poured it all over Yuan Yang.

The temperature on his body dropped a little with the water flow, and Liang Yue ran beside him, which also made him clear about his desire to walk side by side.

Yuan Yang's legs seemed to have regained their senses, and the speed that had slowed down gradually increased again.

"Come on, Yuanyang! Come on, Yuanyang!"

The students in the logistics department of Class 7 of the United States all stood up, raised their fists and shouted at Yuan Yang who was running towards them.

Yuan Yang gritted his teeth and raised his head, driving his two numb legs, and ran forward with all his strength.

What is your aspiration?

I have no dreams.

Say it again?

…I really, never had any dream of taking shape, I just hate giving in.

Really no dream?

Really not, if there is anything to say, it is, I want to be worthy of Liang Yue.

Five meters, three meters, one meter, Yuan Yang surpassed the blue sportswear and rushed to the starting line of the sixth lap.

The art students in Class 7 of the United States saw the eye-catching three primary colors of red, yellow and blue appearing on the track.

The distance between them is about 3 meters, and the beige number 701 in the middle is Yuan Yang, the middle-distance running hero of their class.

He has rushed to the No.3 position, and he is still running forward.

Liang Yue was still accompanying him on the inner side of the track, and began to blushed and panted heavily, but he shouted at him confidently: "Come on, Yuanyang! You can do it!"

Yuan Yang was dizzy, but he could hear Liang Yue's voice, you can do it.

I can do it, I can do it!

Yuan Yang summoned up his strength again, desperately driving his legs and feet to run forward.

The body is no longer as uncomfortable as it was when I was a child for 4 or 5 laps. Instead, I feel like I am stepping on cotton, and every step is unsteady.

Even so, he couldn't stop.

However, Liang Yue stopped at the logistics department of Class 7 of the United States, panting heavily for a while.

Hearing that the cheerleaders on the side were still calling Yuan Yang to come on, Liang Yue waved his hand to signal them to stop.

"Stop yelling...in other words, call Mei 7, come on!"

"Why?" Hao Tian asked puzzled.

"No reason." Panting, Liang Yue glanced at Yuan Yang, who had run away, and said back, "Listen to me, when Yuan Yang comes back on the 7th lap, all of you should call on Class 7, come on, don't yell!" His name."

Red is a color that is easy to excite.

The red sportswear has been swaying in front of Yuan Yang's eyes, only two or three meters away from him, but it seems that there are thousands of mountains and rivers that are difficult to cross.

According to the initial four hurdles, the relative learning and friendship have been left behind by him.

The red color represents his affection.

It is very difficult to go beyond.

is it hard?For boys, what is difficult?

The red tracksuit is obviously a piece of bullfighting cloth that can't stop showing off. Yuan Yang is now a bull breathing white smoke from his nose and mouth, and his basic strength is being stimulated.

Furiously, he rushed out of the starting line of the seventh lap, stared round his eyes, and cursed inwardly. Fuck you, and then pushed his head forward.

Who said you can't go through a red light?I'm going to show you!

When Class 7 of the United States saw that Yuan Yang surpassed the red sportswear and ranked No. 2, it exploded instantly.

Before the exhausted Yuan Yang ran up to them, they had already screamed in unison.

"Come on, US Class 7! Come on, US Class 7!"

Shouting and shouting, several girls actually cried.

Everyone finally realized why the slogan had to be changed.

There is no one who is a hero, they are a community of destiny, called Class 7 of the Third Middle School and Gao Sanmei.

Every member of them is indispensable, regardless of whether they are good or bad, and no one can be left behind.

Overcome difficulties together, face failures together, and share honors together.

Yuan Yang heard their shouts, and also heard the clear cries mixed in, and Liang Yue, who was chasing after him, shouted a long cry.

"Yuan Yang, show us the sprint!"

Yuan Yang's frenzied heartbeat was filled with emotion.

They need him, and his class is waiting for him. He is no longer a single Yuan Yang, but a small member of No. 7 in Class 701 of the United States.

The green sportswear of class 8 is about to cross the starting line and rush into the last 200-meter sprint track. Yuan Yang is about 30 meters away from him.

Fight!This is the only thought left in Yuan Yang's mind.

Fight!The crazy last 230 meters, start sprinting from here!

Yuan Yang smashed his two uncontrollable long legs apart, the cotton under his feet turned into clouds, and every step was like flying through the clouds.

The nerve cord is about to explode, the blood is flowing back, and the breathing has gone to which hole...

I don't care about all of this, at the last moment, all that's left is to fight!Desperate!

The distance was getting closer and closer, Yuan Yang crossed the final starting line, heard the chaotic sound of his footsteps, and chased after the green sportswear in front of him like sparks.

My eyes were blurred and I couldn't see anything around me.

He could only see the green body, it was his last hurdle, it was his favorite Liang Yue, running ahead, waiting for him to stand side by side, waiting for his progress, he must catch up with him!

Class 7 of the United States was silent, and stared nervously at Yuan Yang, every meter and every meter was approaching the green, approaching the finish line.

Liang Yue was indeed in front, he had already run to the finish line, staring at Yuan Yang who was in a state of distress motionlessly, and galloped towards him with difficulty.

He wanted to catch him, give him a big hug, and then rub him tightly in his arms.

Class 7 of the United States started screaming in chaos again, and everyone jumped up and down excitedly like crying for their parents.

Yuan Yang was shoulder to shoulder with Green, but only for a moment, Green fell four or five meters away from Yuan Yang.

There is a red line ahead, which is the end point, and the green is like taking a stimulant, screaming and rushing forward.

Yuan Yang saw Liang Yue again, not the green barrier in front of him, but the real Liang Yue.

Standing just behind the red line at the finish line, arms outstretched, ready to hug him.

Liang Yue, you are mine!mine!mine! ! !

I must catch up with you!catch up with you!catch up with...

"Ah!!!" Yuan Yang yelled violently, closed his eyes tightly and threw his legs away, rushing towards the finish line like mad.

Gudong!Kicked something?

Yuan Yang opened his eyes and saw that the green sportswear and the group of people at the finish line were no longer in front of him.

A red ribbon hung on his chest with its two ends fluttering, but his unruly legs were still supporting him to jog forward.

Yuan Yang looked back in panic, and saw Liang Yue getting up from the ground on one side and chasing after him.

Fuck me!Could it be that the one who was kicked away just now was...

"Yuan Yang! I fucked Yuan Yang! Did you know that you came first?"

Liang Yue endured the sore knees from being kicked by Yuan Yang, jumped up and down, without saying a word, tightened Yuan Yang's neck with his upper arms, and kissed him hard on the forehead.

Yuan Yang was so tired that he couldn't speak, his legs finally stopped moving by themselves.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body went limp, and he slumped down on the track, "I, take a break."

Liang Yue grabbed him, put his arms on his shoulders, and helped him walk slowly on the track.

"Walk a few steps first, and then rest after recovering."

The weight of Yuan Yang's entire body was on Liang Yue's body, he didn't want to move a step now, he just wanted to lie on the ground.

But Liang Yue kept supporting him to walk, and he couldn't lie down, so he could only walk slowly with his two unconscious legs following Liang Yue's rhythm.

After a long time, Yuan Yang finally felt the rhythm of his breathing, and his legs seemed to be on the ground.

Except that the heartbeat was still beating non-stop, the whole body finally no longer felt deathly uncomfortable.

"Go back?" Yuan Yang said weakly.

"Okay." Liang Yue responded, let go of Yuan Yang, walked in front of him, knelt down and hugged his waist tightly, and put Yuan Yang on his back, "Let's go, let's go back."

"I can walk." Yuan Yang struggled twice.

"Let me carry you on my back, give me a chance to show off."

Liang Yue carried him on his back again, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, no one cares about the sports meeting."

As soon as the two approached the logistics department of Class 7, the students gathered around excitedly.

"Yuan Yang, take a break."

"Tired?"

"Drink some water."

"Get dressed first."

……

Liang Yue didn't intend to let go of Yuan Yang at all, he just took Yuan Yang's clothes from the boy at the back table, stuffed them between their bodies, and left with Yuan Yang on his back.

"Where are you going?" Yuan Yang asked feebly, leaning on Liang Yue's back.

"It's too noisy here, I want to carry my hero back to the classroom and have a good rest." Liang Yue said softly.