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Qu Yixian didn't run around.

He adjusted the camera while waiting for the starting gun to go off.

Adjust the aperture and focus, and when Lu Mianzhi runs to the corner here, he doesn't have to worry about blurring the photos.

Then there is nothing to do.

Fang Ziyu went to buy water and never came back.

The starting gun did not go off for a long time, and Lu Mianzhi also failed to start the game.

Yuan Qian and Qin Yizhou were not there from the beginning; Song Yansheng, like Lu Mianzhi, had to participate in the 1000 meters; Qiao Ziming and Zhang Mingyuan were his support... Qu Yixian glanced at the starting line.

The starting line is red, orange, yellow and green, and the white sweater Qiao Ziming is wearing today is particularly conspicuous.

Obviously it's all logistics.

He can only wait here, and others can warm up with him at the starting line.

Qu Yixian held the camera and sighed.

It was the first time he had tasted this feeling.

I can't tell if I'm alone or lonely.That's the kind, standing in the crowd, surrounded by people in twos and threes with their own companions.Some of them were chatting, some leaned together and swiped their mobile phones, but he was the only one.The feeling that arises at this time.

There seems to be a vacuum around it.Even though he was standing there, he felt like he was falling.

It was like a wave was washing over and over again, and the powerlessness brought about by being out of tune with the surrounding environment swept through the whole body bit by bit.Apart from going to Lu Mianzhi, Fang Ziyu Yuanqian... I don't want to do anything.

Obviously there are many people from class 10 here.

I couldn't see clearly from the stands, so everyone crowded here and waited to cheer for the students participating in the long-distance running.

We've been together for a month, and Qu Yixian can even call her by name.

Qiu Zhaowen, Wei Yiming, Lin Youyou, Shao Shuning... are all in the same class as him.

Qu Yixian squeezed the camera chain.It wasn't the feeling of being isolated, it was that he wasn't able to participate.

He also just realized this.

From the time he came to human society in human form, his circle is still Lu Mianzhi's circle.

Be it meals, gym classes, or group activities.He was still with Lu Mianzhi and the others, and those students in the class who could name them could only be called by their names.

Although he usually goes to the water group, sometimes he also speaks in the class group.But there is no contact in real life, and some have not even spoken a word.

Qu Yixian was a little frustrated.

Liang Yi told him that he should make more friends in school.

He thought it was quite easy at the time, but now that he thinks about it, he doesn't seem to have done it at all.

But Qu Yixian was not depressed for long.

He's always been more action-oriented.If you want to run away from home, run away from home. If you want to try to get in touch with your classmates, then just go up and talk to them.

***

Do not think.

Just do it.

Qu Yixian walked to Lin Youyou's side, he was the only one among these people who had talked to him before.

Lin Youyou was sitting on the lawn, writing something with her head down, Qu Yixian walked over and patted her on the shoulder lightly.

"Lin Youyou..." Qu Yixian was a little nervous.

He felt that he was a little reckless.In fact, he hadn't even thought about what to say.

Lin Youyou looked up.

Qu Yixian tightened the camera chain in his hand.

Fortunately, Lin Youyou is understanding and familiar with others.

Seeing Qu Yixian's somewhat embarrassed look, he blinked and said, "I'm writing a newsletter."

After writing, hand it over to the rostrum, and the students of the student union will pick some well-written ones and read them out.

Lin Youyou looked Qu Yixian up and down, his eyes suddenly became a little strange.

Very enthusiastic, as if looking at the hope of the whole class.

Qu Yixian breathed a sigh of relief just now, but her heart arose again after being watched by her.

Lin Youyou stood up, handed him a stack of newsletters in his hand, and asked with a smile: "Are you busy now? Can you help me send these to the rostrum?"

"Please, you must be treated very well there."

Everyone in their student union likes to look at their faces.Whichever class sends the newsletter is more handsome and beautiful, and which class reads more newsletters.

The more newsletters are selected, the more points will be added to the class.

Thinking of this, Lin Youyou gritted his teeth.

Almost all the influential figures in the school are in their class.Anyone who goes up at random can trick the people on the rostrum into reading more manuscripts.

As a result, none of them were there.

There was only Qu Yixian.

Lin Youyou's expression eased, and she patted Qu Yixian's shoulder with some relief.

"You're still reliable."

Qu Yixian didn't know the twists and turns of teaching newsletters.

But seeing that Lu Mianzhi was still warming up, and he really had nothing to do, he took over the newsletter and handed it in for Lin Youyou.

A row of students sat on the podium.

Two are selecting newsletters that can be read, two are recording the amount of manuscripts delivered by each class, and four are reading manuscripts in rotation.

Qu Yixian handed over the manuscript to the students who selected the manuscript, and just as he was about to return to the finish line, he heard a "crack" of the starting gun.

The starting gun sounded too suddenly, Qu Yixian was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he let out a low "ah".

He looked down the stage, and the runway was indeed sealed.The inner and outer circles were packed with people.Qu Yixian had no way to cross the runway and go to the better place with Lu Mianzhi before, and he couldn't find a place on the outer circle where he could squeeze past and stop to take pictures.

Qu Yixian was a little anxious.

The student who selected the newsletter counted the manuscripts, reported two numbers for the people next to him to register, looked up to see Qu Yixian's expression, tried to talk to Qu Yixian, and asked him: "Senior, what's wrong?"

It was the first time for Qu Yixian to be called a senior.

If it is normal, it must be swollen and shy, with red face, red ears, red hands and feet, and I don't know where to put it.But now he only had regrets in his heart, and he didn't notice that the other party was calling him senior.

Qu Yixian looked at the little pink vest at the front of the runway, and said, "A friend of mine is below..."

The other party interrupted him excitedly: "Is it Senior Lu!"

"...Yes." Qu Yixian glanced at her, unfamiliar, not someone she knew.

It may be because of knowing Lu Mianzhi.

There are quite a lot of people who know Lu Mianzhi in the school.

Qu Yixian paused, and continued: "He signed up for the long-distance race. I originally planned to cheer him on at the finish line..."

"It's fine here too." The little girl smiled sweetly, stood up, walked to the side of a few classmates who were resting, and said a few words to them.

Several people looked at Qu Yixian and nodded.

The little girl waved to Qu Yixian.Qu Yixian walked over, and a microphone was plugged in.

"You can cheer for him here." One of the readers smiled at Qu Yixian, "There are also some in other classes. They can't shout anymore, so they use our microphone to continue shouting."

During the 4*100m relay in the afternoon, there will be a situation where several classes will grab the microphone.Now it's a long-distance running, not so intense, so the microphone is idle there.

Qu Yixian held the microphone, and the tips of his ears felt a little hot.

The microphone will amplify his voice so that the entire playground can hear him.

Qu Yixian had never spoken in front of so many people, so he couldn't let it go for a while.

Until he saw that the light pink vest running ahead slowed down at the bend.

Slowed down very obviously, turned to look at the inner circle, as if looking for someone.

It is getting slower and slower, and there is even a tendency to stop.

The athletes in the bright yellow and light green vests were about to catch up, but Lu Mianzhi was still looking for him.

The thought of "Lu Mianzhi will lose" flashed through Qu Yixian's mind.

Qu Yixian also forgot how many people there were in the stands. He held the microphone tightly, looked at the newsletter and read: "The following is the contribution from Class 10 of the third year..."