The heartthrob protagonist always wants to assist

Nan Yucheng knew that Qin Jiheng had misunderstood.

But this does not prevent him from rushing up to punch Qin Jiheng now.

Just do it, Nan Yucheng moved quickly, and stretched out his arm directly at Qin Jiheng's stomach.

Qin Jiheng sideways avoided his life-threatening chain palms, and said with a smile: "Don't become angry from embarrassment! Didn't my brother say that he doesn't dislike you!"

Nan Yucheng suppressed his anger and declared loudly: "I don't have any troubles in that regard, put away your... dirty imaginations."

Qin Jiheng really breathed a sigh of relief: "I misunderstood? That's good, that's good."

For some reason, Nan Yucheng felt even more upset. He controlled his expression and complained: "You can't think of me better."

Qin Jiheng said seriously: "It's not because the method you said is so intriguing."

After a pause, he said again: "So what is the reason? If not for this, is there any reason why you can't fall in love?"

Nan Yucheng felt that he was going to break the casserole and ask the end, but it's not easy for him to conjure up a reasonable explanation out of thin air at this moment. He was trying to perfunctory: "It's a secret."

Qin Jiheng's expression once again returned to the previous grief with some sympathy.

He sighed inaudibly: "Since you don't want to talk about it, then brother won't ask."

Nan Yucheng felt "offended" written all over his face.

He knew that Qin Jiheng probably thought of some strange things, and still felt that he had some hidden disease in that area.

But Nan Yucheng really didn't want to correct it. After all, a lie always needs 1000 million lies to complete.

He could only hatefully think that one day he would prove to Qin Jiheng that he was in good shape, then rubbed his temples and said, "Can we stop this topic?"

Qin Jiheng nodded his head "understanding", and his tone was lighter: "Okay, of course! Why would my brother poke your sore feet?"

As if he was stroking a cat's fur, he said, "You have no problem at all."

Nan Yucheng: ...

He let out a bad breath, trying not to pay attention to Qin Jiheng's expression.

At this time, Shao Cong just finished writing his cheering speech, and he walked over to Qin Jiheng with a happy face: "I've got it done, let's hand it in soon."

Qin Jiheng glanced at the three paper-long "Cheering Words" in his hand, and felt that these were not some kind of cheering words for a sports meeting, it was simply an autobiography of a mission.

But thinking that Shao Cong was probably writing this kind of thing for the first time, he still nodded: "Okay."

Shao Cong cleared his throat: "Before I hand it in, I think it is necessary for you to use your language level to modify my sentences, otherwise, wouldn't others be able to tell at a glance that I wrote it myself? I would be ashamed and lose my hair."

After hearing this, Nan Yucheng immediately covered his ears, found a seat and sat down, and said, "Why do I feel like I'm suddenly deaf? I can't hear anymore."

Qin Jiheng didn't know what Shao Cong wrote, but he knew it was dangerous from Nan Yucheng's reaction.

So he resolutely refused: "I think your Chinese level is very good, and you don't need to let us do secondary processing. Think about it, and what if we save your bad intentions and change your good cheering words to bad? manage?"

Shao Cong glanced at the two of them vigilantly, and then his IQ was rarely on the line: "It's not necessary, I can check it again. Besides, I know my Chinese level. Although it is indeed the top level in the contemporary literary world, but you As an excellent student of our school, you can still make some tactful suggestions."

After a pause, he added embarrassingly: "But of course, I don't necessarily accept it."

Seeing his self-proclaimed appearance, Nan Yucheng thought about it: "I think it's better to forget it, my literary attainments are not enough, and I can't give you meaningful suggestions."

Shao Cong looked at the two of them, suspicious: "You two don't talk much at ordinary times, why did you suddenly seem to be able to talk when I asked you for help? In the past, each of you could not speak like a dog. The ivory came out, and now the dog's mouth is full of ivory, so much that I feel a little unbelievable."

Nan Yucheng said in his heart: "As long as you have the slightest doubt about your own level, we will not avoid it like a scourge."

But he watched his silly son complacently holding a note.Still can't bear to hit his self-esteem.

But after thinking about it, Nan Yucheng felt that if he didn't hit his self-esteem now, it would be Nan Yucheng's own ears that would be hurt.

So Nan Yucheng weighed the pros and cons, and finally decided to tell him the truth, so as to prevent him from harming himself and harming others.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jiheng preempted Nan Yucheng before he could speak.

Seeing Shao Cong's confidence in him, this guy became curious.

But listening to books can only be interesting if two people are together, so he grabbed Nan Yucheng's arm with one hand to prevent him from escaping.

After confirming that Nan Yucheng was struggling and incompetent, he turned his head and said to Shao Cong: "It's okay, since you have made such a sincere proposal, then we will reluctantly help you."

Seeing that the two of them agreed, Shao Cong hurriedly adjusted his standing posture, raised his chest, raised his head and raised his buttocks.

Before the two of them repented, they carefully recited what they wrote:

"This letter. I wrote it to Master Shao Cong, whom I respect and admire the most.

oh!Shao Cong!What an excellent man you are, your razor-sharp face is just like the uncanny workmanship of nature.

Your handsomeness is invincible.Your bravery will never be forgotten by all of us.

From the moment I saw you, my little heart started beating crazily.From now on, my blood will be hot only for you..."

Nan Yucheng was dragged by Qin Jiheng and stood there unable to leave, with a desperate expression on his face.

Just after listening to this beginning, he felt like he had picked out a sea view room with his toes.

And he clearly remembered that this was a three-page biography of a character, and he didn't know that Nan Yucheng hadn't lost his life in this world after listening to the whole text.

The expression on Qin Jiheng's face as if he was watching a joke froze, even he couldn't imagine how anyone could write such a greasy word of encouragement.

Now he wondered what kind of mood the hostess would feel if she really read the cheering words?

Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng looked at each other, and the thoughts of "sympathizing with the son and saving face for the son" just said disappeared without a trace in an instant.

They tried to interrupt Shao Cong, but the other party's reading was too selfless.The level of composition in the third grade of elementary school, and the classic words and sentences excerpted from Mary Su's novels made Nan Yucheng feel that he just wanted to help revise, and he didn't know where to start.

After trying to no avail, Qin Jiheng and Nan Yucheng turned around silently and decided to run away.

Unexpectedly, before they moved their feet, they saw Li Ming who was listening with gusto and said, "Brother Shao! I think your writing is pretty good, but it's still not that interesting."

Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng's bodies paused at the same time, feeling that Li Ming still has a little bit of aesthetics!

Although most of the time Li Ming would flatter Shao Cong without thinking, but at this moment, his image became great in the hearts of Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng.

A person who can interrupt Shao Cong's speech and dare to express opinions, this is worth remembering!

There is absolutely no way Nan Yucheng would miss this opportunity, and he immediately echoed: "Yes, yes! I think that's it too... It's not that the writing of this article is not good, it's simply not good at all."

Qin Jiheng followed suit: "That's right, I think some of your metaphors are not particularly appropriate."

Shao Cong's expression changed slightly, he held the paper and pen humbly, and asked the three of Nan Yucheng: "Then where do you think we should start? I also feel that something is not right."

"Actually, there has been a problem since the first sentence." Nan Yucheng considered it for a while, and decided to be the villain: "What do you mean by 'Master Shao Cong'?"

Shao Cong said: "This is my honorific title! You see, most important people have this kind of honorific title, and the campus male gods in novels also have this kind of honorific title, so I think I can't be less. After careful consideration , and finally finalized such a simple but noble title."

Nan Yucheng's smile was a little stiff, and he said: "This matter, in fact, the name is a little bit wrong, which caused the whole opening to go wrong."

Li Ming nodded seriously: "That's right! I have the same idea as Nan Yucheng, mainly because of the name."

Nan Yucheng quickly shook his head up and down, telling Shao Cong with practical actions how outrageous what he is writing now.

However, in the next second, he heard Li Ming sonorously say: "How can you be called an adult! On such an important occasion, shouldn't you be called Your Highness?"

Nan Yucheng's action of preparing to get back together suddenly stopped, and Qin Jiheng's expression changed from "Li Ming is right" to "I'm cracked, I'm completely cracked".

Shao Cong slapped his thigh, and you were right: "My lord is indeed a bit too ancient, we are now a modern society. Hey, thanks to the three of you. Otherwise, if I make such a big joke, people won't see it." You'll know I wrote it."

Nan Yucheng: ...

He felt like it was hopeless.

Faced with Qin Jiheng's expression as if his soul had come out of his body, Nan Yucheng simply broke the jar.

He pretended to be serious and patted Shao Cong on the shoulder: "That's the reason, you will change it according to this. I feel that I have nowhere to help you. Your understanding is too strong."

Shao Cong smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, then I will continue reading."

Nan Yucheng: ...

He kicked Qin Jiheng hard, his whole body was like a salted fish that had lost his soul, and he said, "Then... okay..."

The time for lunch break will soon be over.

During this period, Nan Yucheng and Qin Jiheng listened to Shao Cong's whole cheering speech, feeling that their souls had been washed.

Since then, every time I see Shao Cong, I want to call him "the originator of Mary Su literature". In terms of narcissism, he is the first, and no one dares to be the second.

After lunch, Nan Yucheng urged the two of them to hand in their cheer words.

There is no other reason. Because Shao Cong is so satisfied with his work, he has read it over and over dozens of times, and he is completely satisfied after confirming that every sentence can be read very fluently.

Nan Yucheng was afraid that the night would be full of dreams, in case the other party wrote and wrote, he suddenly wanted to come up with a second version.Then he and Qin Jiheng, who couldn't appreciate Shao Cong's works, would be tortured again.

After Shao Cong and Qin Jiheng left, it was time for Nanyu City to sprint.

He first went to the position next to the race track for warm-up training.

Liu Yuan followed him and advised him to do what he could, because Nan Yucheng's opponents this time were all those who had won the school's sprint championship and runner-up before.

And sprinting is no better than throwing a shot put. Everyone knows what kind of pattern it is, so there are many people who pay attention to it.

Qin Jiheng used to participate in this project. This time, the third and second class of senior high school suddenly changed people. Thinking about how much pressure Nanyucheng will have, you know that Nanyucheng didn't think so much, he felt that It's all about participating.

Before he was about to go to the competition, the class teacher told him specially: friendship comes first, competition comes second.

Compared with Qin Jiheng, who took the bottom one, as long as Nan Yucheng takes the bottom two, it is not considered the worst result in the class.

When the activity in Nanyu City was over, Qin Jiheng had already cast his words of encouragement and walked over.

He patted Nan Yucheng on the shoulder: "There is still 30 minutes to start the game, how are you doing? Would you like me to buy you some drinks?"

Nan Yucheng waved his hand, feeling a little funny: "No need, what's the matter, isn't it just a sprint? Why do you all feel that I am going to the battlefield?"

After confirming that he was in a good state of mind, Qin Jiheng took out a mineral water bottle and pretended to be a microphone, and interviewed, "Student Nan Yucheng, who represents our class in the sports meet, do you have anything to say?"

Nan Yucheng glanced at him and found it interesting, so he put on airs and said decently: "In this competition, I think I will definitely be able to get a good result and win glory for our class."

Qin Jiheng asked again: "Then how many points do you think you can get?"

Nan Yucheng touched his chin: "How many people are there in this competition?"

"Six people run together at one time, but there are a total of twelve participating members." Jack explained.

Nan Yucheng nodded thoughtfully, then waved his hand and said, "Then don't worry, I will definitely strive to get a good result in the top ten this time."

Liu Yuan, who was listening on the side, heard this sentence, and suddenly felt that their sports meeting could be said to be free.

Originally thought that the results obtained by Shao Cong and the sports committee in the morning were the beginning of their glory, but they didn't expect it to be the apex.

Shao Cong also dismissed it from the side: "I said, can you have a little confidence in yourself? Our goal has to be in the top three, right? No. 10, you can't even get a participation award."

"You can still get the participation award." Nan Yucheng didn't seem to notice his provocation: "I ran away anyway."

Shao Cong glanced at him: "Are you proud of the participation award?"

Nan Yucheng asked, "Then do you have any?"

Shao Cong said: "What kind of logic are you talking about? I didn't participate in the sprint. How could there be a participation award for the sprint?"

Nan Yucheng said contemptuously: "You don't even have a participation award. You still have the nerve to talk about me?"

Shao Cong: ...

He actually felt that he had lost, and he lost completely.

But even though Nan Yucheng said so, in his heart he still hoped that he could win a good ranking.

Qin Jiheng analyzed the candidates for this sprint for him. Except for a few juniors in the first year of high school who Qin Jiheng didn't know, the students in the second and third grades were all old acquaintances of Qin Jiheng.

They competed together in the sports meeting last year, and in the end Qin Jiheng narrowly won with a very slight advantage.

While analyzing, Qin Jiheng pulled out the photos of the last sports meeting from his mobile phone, including a few Qin Jiheng photos taken by others.

Nan Yucheng felt a little curious, so he took the phone and took a closer look.

A boy of this age has changed a lot after not seeing him for a few months.

Qin Jiheng a year ago, although his outline was not much different from now, his youthful air was obviously stronger.

After winning the race, his face was full of flamboyant smiles.

Just looking at this photo, Nan Yucheng can imagine how much the students in the whole school should cheer at that time.

Whether he is Qin Jiheng's classmate or not, he will be inadvertently infected when he sees him like this.

It is indeed the protagonist of the heartthrob.

Nan Yucheng sighed.

Some people are born, they should be shining.

Further down is a small video, in the background sound Liu Yuan asked Qin Jiheng: "How do you feel?"

Qin Jiheng in the video found that he was recording, and said arrogantly: "As expected, this medal should belong to me."

Nan Yucheng snorted lightly: "Why were you so narcissistic at that time?"

Qin Jiheng didn't answer immediately.He took out the previous medal as if by magic, and put it on Nan Yucheng's neck leisurely.

Under Nan Yucheng's surprised gaze, he smiled and said: "Don't be stressed, it doesn't matter even if you can't get the first place this time, after all, you already have a medal."

Nan Yucheng was slightly taken aback.

He touched the medal on his chest. Although it was only a small sports meeting in the school, because the school attached great importance to it, although the medal was not made of very good materials, the design and pattern were carefully designed.

And at this moment, he touched the medal on his chest, and for some reason, he felt a power spread from the medal to his limbs.

It was as if he was so close to his own medal.

"Why did you turn this thing out?" Liu Yuan watched from the side, recalling last year, feeling a little funny: "Didn't you say that the pattern of this medal is not the type you like at all?"

Qin Jiheng said: "That's not because you have been joking about the pattern on this medal."

"Are you kidding me!" Nan Yucheng was a little curious. He took a look at the patterns on it. Apart from the bright spot of incorporating the school's badge, it was actually just ordinary lavender.

"The president of our student union last year liked lavender very much. He felt that this flower has many different flower languages, including strengthening his inner belief and hard work, so he set it as a medal for last year's sports meeting." Liu Yuan explained : "But later some girls discovered that most of the flower language of lavender is actually related to love. One of the very interesting ones is to work hard with the person you like."

Qin Jiheng smiled and said, "That's why this group of people kept teasing me. At that time, I thought, there are so many positive and uplifting flower words, why do you have to stare at the love-related ones. But they are really annoying, so The medal has never been taken out after the games.”

"What about now?" Nan Yucheng asked.

"Now." Qin Jiheng put a hand on his shoulder: "It's nothing else now, but suddenly I feel that every flower language has its own meaning. In addition, I also want to show off my medals to you, so I put It's out."

"What's there to show off with a medal?" Nan Yucheng immediately got excited: "I will have my own."

Qin Jiheng did not refute, but added: "Take this medal and run! It will be more motivated, and it will be more face-to-face, which will deter your opponent."

Nan Yucheng felt that this was a bit silly, but Qin Jiheng was very persistent.

After some evasions to no avail, Nan Yucheng still agreed and did not take off the medal.

Qin Jiheng smiled happily, even happier than when he took first place in the video.

He watched Nan Yucheng walk up the track from behind and began to prepare.

The young man's back was as tall and straight as if it would never be broken. He looked at it for a long time before murmuring in his heart: "Because I want to work hard with you."

As he spoke, he laughed self-deprecatingly again: "You have to take it easy, lest I give you a heart attack."

The referee and the contestants are already in place, and Nan Yucheng, who is wearing a medal on his chest, looks out of place with everyone.

Some students who paid close attention to this place immediately discovered that this was Qin Jiheng's medal from last year.

This discovery caused the audience to boil again, and the host lady quickly searched for Nan Yucheng among the piles of cheering words.

Nan Yucheng's interpersonal relationship in the class is also pretty good. People who know him know that he is going to participate in the sprint, so they all wrote him a few words.

The host lady picks three and four, and thinks most of them are too ordinary.

She also has a little selfishness in herself, hoping that such an explosive topic can be accompanied by an explosive cheering speech to ignite the scene.

At this time, the referee blew the whistle, and Nan Yucheng immediately ran forward.

The moment he started to move, Qin Jiheng's people realized that his movements were very standard, and it seemed that he had undergone systematic training.

His speed is also very fast. Although he did not maintain the first position, he still bites the person in front of him very tightly.

Because it is a sprint to test explosive power, it usually doesn't take a few seconds to end the race, and everyone's eyes never leave the field.

Nan Yucheng used all his strength from the very beginning, without reservation.

Qin Jiheng ran beside him, looking at his medal on his chest, he felt as if he was also participating in the competition.

No, even if he participated in the competition by himself, he was never so excited.

At the same time, the hostess finally found a cheering quote that satisfied her.

When Nanyucheng was about to cross the red line, she read slowly: "The next paragraph is for the students of Nanyucheng, Class Two, Grade Three."

"Nan Yucheng, I heard your encouragement very clearly, and I believe more than anyone else that you will definitely get the ideal ranking."

"...Class [-], Grade [-], Qin Jiheng."

Nan Yucheng crossed the red line.

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