planetary deflection

Yuan Xu was in the innermost circle, and Xiang Zhiyuan couldn't see him if he didn't turn his head after getting on the track, but he still couldn't help thinking about what happened just now.

How could he be so obsessed with saying what was in his heart?Xiang Zhiyuan sighed silently in his heart, then turned his head to look at his "competitors".

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, after looking at it, he found that their group is not all amateur players, one is a sports special enrollment, Class [-], they are different from them in terms of temperament, their movements and dresses are very professional, it is not at first glance Showcase.

With such a person around, he doesn't have to worry about it.

After the whistle sounded, Xiang Zhiyuan started running normally, and moved forward according to his usual rhythm, maintaining a close distance from the special enrollment.Although he didn't look back, he could tell from the sound of footsteps that Yuan Xu was following him.

The three of them can barely be regarded as one wave, and the remaining three are in another wave, so they gradually distanced themselves on the runway.He could see that the buddy who ran ahead had spare energy, but this was just the beginning, everyone was running like a warm-up, and it took the last lap to see the result.

At the end of the second lap, there were girls on the football field inside the track shouting cheers. Xiang Zhiyuan heard his name and waved to Ge Yuanyuan and the others with ease, but they shouted again, "Just concentrate and leave us alone." He laughed aloud, but when he looked up and saw the special admissions students in front of him slowly speeding up, he suppressed the smile on his face and followed without hesitation.

He definitely couldn't outrun others, he was the one who was specially recruited, Xiang Zhiyuan just wanted to lose just right - a little slower than this buddy, and a little faster than Yuan Xu, perfect.

He was good at calculating, and the final list was the top three in the group stage. He and Yuan Xu could make it no matter what, so they finished the run in a relaxed state of mind without breaking a sweat.

Ge Yuanyuan and the others were waiting at the finish line, and handed him a tissue lovingly as a classmate: "It's amazing, it's only five seconds slower than Wu Zhexun."

Xiang Zhiyuan took the tissue and thanked him, explaining: "It's nothing, he didn't try his best."

He took out an extra tissue, then returned the tissue paper bag to Ge Yuanyuan, and turned to look for Yuan Xu.The latter was relaxing his calf muscles in a corner where no one was around. When he saw him approaching, he straightened up and sat on the edge of the stands and glanced at him.

"Tired?" Xiang Zhiyuan handed over the tissue, "Take you to get something?"

Yuan Xu nodded, got up and walked with him, leaving only the girls from class three staring at them.

"They have such a good relationship?" Chen Ling, the cultural and entertainment committee member, asked.

Ge Yuanyuan felt that this was normal, and said confidently: "Shouldn't handsome guys be friends with handsome guys? There's nothing wrong with it."

Deng Yue who happened to pass by: "..."

He is not a handsome guy, but he is friends with a handsome guy. I am really sorry.

When they arrived at the base camp, Xiang Zhiyuan took the Olympiad exercises from his schoolbag to Yuan Xu, and asked him if he wanted to have dinner together.

"Anyway, there's no homework tonight. I'll take you to eat grilled fish when it's over?"

Yuan Xu shook his head: "I don't like fish, so I won't go."

Xiang Zhiyuan also wanted to change to something else to eat, so he added: "I have to do a quiz tonight, let's wait until after the game."

He blocked all the roads, and Xiang Zhiyuan had nowhere to go, so he sighed and exaggeratedly said: "If I want half of you to love learning, my mother will be so happy to go home during the New Year to burn three pillars of high incense for my ancestors." Good news."

"Aunt Jiang doesn't seem to force you to study," Yuan Xu was amused by him, but he wasn't fooled. "And you haven't worked hard, at least you're pretty good at math."

"Being praised by you for learning well, I don't feel happy no matter how I think about it."

Xiang Zhiyuan said it half-jokingly, but he was thinking in his heart that he was not only unhappy, but even a little depressed.

He didn't come here to make Yuan Xu recognize his talent for learning, he wanted to impress the other party more than being a guy who was "good at math".

Good-looking, generous, considerate...anything is fine, but this is not so good.

He doesn't have such lofty thoughts, he can neither eat nor fall in love if he is good at mathematics, but the student's job is to study, and this is the subject closest to Yuan Xu in his study, so he has to admit that he is unhappy.

"I'm complimenting you seriously," Yuan Xu said, "I'm actually not that good at math, and I'm forced to improve my grades by brushing the question bank. The difficulty of ordinary exams is not very high. There are not many people who get full marks in the exam. Mathematical Olympiad competitions, which require not only hard work but also talent, are a little bit stretched."

Although he didn't agree to go to eat fish with Xiang Zhiyuan, Yuan Xu still took the exercises and schoolbag and walked with him to the bicycle parking place, mingling with the passing crowd and saying something negative: "You didn't go to study specifically, did you?" , but his brain is very good, and he is flexible in solving problems, and sometimes his reaction is faster than mine, so I can consider learning mathematics in the future.”

"I don't study." Xiang Zhiyuan threw his schoolbag on his back, curled his lips in distaste—of course, it was mathematics—"For me, mathematics is enough to go to high school, and college is so precious In the past four years, I have to learn something I like.”

"Then what do you like?" Yuan Xu asked.

"I can't tell, it's not mathematics anyway." Xiang Zhiyuan said, "I have a friend who studies art. You know, Yu Ziliang's brother, he lives quite freely. It's a pity that I don't have artistic talent, otherwise I will follow him. I've followed suit."

This was said to fool Yuan Xu, he knew that it was impossible for him to study art, at least Jiang Jing would definitely not agree.

It is enough to have Jiang Ning as an art student at home. The soul of an artist is too free, and she will be afraid that the bird she cherishes will fly away.

There were people coming and going at the bicycle parking place, and many people turned their heads to look at their somewhat weird combination after passing by, but both of them were used to being watched, and they didn't stop until they reached Xiang Zhiyuan's bicycle.

Thinking that one day he might be able to ride Yuan Xu home in a car, Xiang Zhiyuan added a bazooka to the back of his mountain bike. Although it was not originally used for this purpose, it is no problem to carry people for a short distance.

He was thinking wildly about things, and when he bent down to unlock the lock, Yuan Xu stood beside him and waited, and gave way to other people passing by with the cart, his calf was almost rubbing against the wheel next to him, Xiang Zhiyuan caught a glimpse, She couldn't help reaching out her hand to block him.

The palm of the hand touched the dusty bicycle wheel, but the back of the hand brushed the skin of Yuan Xu's calf, and it was a little cold.

Yuan Xu was startled, he didn't expect that he would suddenly reach out to block, subconsciously said: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Xiang Zhiyuan said, wiped his dirty palms on his pants nonchalantly, pushed the car back out, and straightened it with the handle of the car.

The sweatpants he was wearing were black, and there were gray marks after wiping them. Yuan Xu looked at him with a frown, reached out and took out a tissue from his schoolbag, and handed one over.

"It's fine, I'll take a shower when I get back."

Xiang Zhiyuan smiled at him, still holding the handlebar with one hand, took his paper towel, crumpled it into a ball in his dirty hand, and then wiped his pants casually with it.

Yuan Xu wanted to take away the ball of paper he had used, and went to the trash can a few meters away to throw it away, as seriously as a student union official who inspected the public health area.Xiang Zhiyuan stared at his back for two seconds, then looked away the moment he turned around, pretending that he was just looking at a nest of ants lining up on the ground.

The bicycle parking place is not far from the school gate, there are no students on duty today, many people got on the bicycles and rode out directly, but the people on the school bikes are still too rampant, Yuan Xu will definitely not let him carry them, so Xiang Zhiyuan still Obediently pushed the car out of the school gate, and asked at the intersection, "How did you go back?"

"My house is not far away, just on Qingliu Road." Yuan Xu said, "It only takes about ten minutes to walk back."

This was already an obvious signal, but Xiang Zhiyuan looked at him, and still couldn't restrain the little animal that was about to move in his heart.

A rabbit held a sledgehammer and was beating his heart "bang bang bang", trying to make him speak his mind.He stood opposite Yuan Xu, separated by a mountain bike, but he seemed to be able to feel the warmth from the other party.

The words he wanted to say reached his lips, rolled back and forth between his lips and teeth several times, and finally spit them out.

"I'll take you back." Xiang Zhiyuan said to him.

This is the second time he said something similar. The previous time he proposed to take Yuan Xu to eat fish, but he refused on the grounds that he didn't eat fish. What kind of reason will he have this time?

Xiang Zhiyuan waited for the rejection from Yuan Xu, but the latter nodded after thinking about it: "If you don't think I'm heavy, that's fine."

The author says:

The bazooka is the pedal bar installed on the rear axle of the mountain bike. It is actually used for tricks, but many people use it directly to carry people (it is not safe, and it is generally recommended not to do this, but many middle school students do this. ...) This chapter is nothing more than the daily journal of male high school students, and it is almost time to make substantial progress.