Schrodinger love

Yesterday, after a brief rainstorm, it returned to a sunny day. The climate was more sultry than yesterday, and it was still sunny.

Wen Sui was standing in the crowd wearing a trendy doll costume, his whole face was filled with the expression that I was in a bad mood.

I didn't sleep very well last night, I was a little full after drinking milk, and almost stared until dawn.

In the past, I didn't feel like dreaming from time to time, but now I really want to do it, but I can't dream anymore.

Annoyance, uppercase annoyance.

With his head on one side, Jiang An had the same indifferent face as him, with his hands in the pockets of his camouflage trousers, looking lazy and uninspired.

Wen Sui bumped him with the bear's head, but didn't use much force: "I wanted to ask this morning, are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang An's lips were a little pale, without any color, and he didn't bother to hide it: "Well, I have a stomachache."

"Is it too spicy to eat in the cafeteria yesterday..." Wen Sui realized, "If you can't do it, just say, what are you trying to do?"

Jiang An didn't bother to explain, so he twitched the corner of his mouth lightly: "Small problem, don't get in the way."

Such words are high-sounding rhetoric, and Wen Sui's brows tightened even more.

On the first day of military training, he stood in a military posture for several hours, plus the messy physical training, can he bear it?

"Are you going to ask for leave?"

"Need not."

"It's not shameful to have a stomach problem. Calling you Jiang Shen really thinks of himself as a god." Wen Sui said as he ran towards Liang Shan, explaining the reason in a few words.

The homeroom teacher was very talkative, so he easily approved the leave note and asked Jiang An to go back with good news.

Before leaving, Jiang An stared at Wen Sui with a full face of alertness and reminded: "You are prone to hypoglycemia while wearing a headgear. It is not suitable for strenuous exercise. Don't go for a long-distance run in the afternoon."

"Take care of yourself first, take some medicine, and get some sleep." Wen Sui patted him on the shoulder, "Little Anzi, kneel down."

Let him bear the hardships of military training alone.

On the playground, Wu Yangyang was crowded with freshmen, and it was finally his turn to manage the first class. Wen Sui was already sweating, and he was crazy hot.

He has one idea now, after finishing this vote, he will never see this mascot again.

Wen Sui stepped onto the runway, and before taking two steps, he heard a few voices shouting irregularly:

Wen Sui's height is [-], I love you for a long time!

Along with the slogans, there were also some inexplicable booing and screaming, like cheering for a fucking concert.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was black or pink, God, can you make it more earthy?

Wen Sui walked faster and faster, striding like flying, his mind was full of death.

Perhaps it was a beautiful mistake to take the initiative to be a mascot at the beginning.

This is not auspicious, it is simply thickened bad luck possessed, and the spirit is haunted.

The team leader quickened his pace, and the whole class was forced to speed up as a group. The whole management team drifted across the runway at a fast-forward speed, which looked very funny.

Liang Shan yelled at the side without image: "Why are you walking so fast! Are you rushing to reincarnate! Slow down! We are about to crash!"

Slow is not going to slow down, the team leader Xiong has already left the phalanx area far ahead, and almost strayed into the team in front of him.

As soon as he got out of the runway, Wen Sui took off his headgear non-stop, jumped out of Chubby Bear's body, and raised his hand to brush the damp hair behind his head, exposing his forehead.

Goodbye, never see you again in this life, let's set sail on hot wheels.

It's just that this inadvertent action stimulated the hearts of the sisters for some reason, and the evil slogan sounded again like a devil whispering.

Wen Sui looked in the direction of the screaming, but helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth, and the screaming became louder.

God, should he put the headgear back on?

Jian Ying hooked his shoulders with a smile, and walked side by side towards the direction of training: "The popularity is almost surpassing that of your brother, and the competition for economics and management is a bit fierce this year."

"You still care about this?" Wen Sui knew for the first time that there was still such a competition, and said in shock, "You are so gossip."

"I don't really want to care about it, but unfortunately, it's on the list. My friend told me." Jian Ying raised her eyebrows.

The sun was a little big, Wen Sui squinted his eyes, and said lazily: "My friend is my series? You won't be canvassing for yourself, right?"

Jian Ying smiled slightly, with a kind expression on her face: "Your brother didn't teach you, there are some things that don't need to be exposed?"

"My brother taught me bad moves, do you listen?" Wen Sui smiled maliciously, and said slowly, "For example, adding fuel to the fire, watching the fire from the other side, and sneering."

Jian Ying paused for a few seconds, and slowly came to a conclusion: "I think you're better than blue."

I don't know if it's blue or not, but the sun is quite bright.

Standing in the military posture for three hours in the bright sunshine, they disbanded briefly in the middle and ate a meal, and were forced to gather again.

A few girls were clearly on the verge of fainting, their cheeks flushed red under the heat of the heat, and they were staggering.

Obviously this is not the worst.

After another two hours of torment, the instructor stood in front of the frost-stricken eggplants, and said with a blank expression: "Everyone cheer up! This is the first day, what does it look like! Next is a four-person relay race. Volunteer to sign up, willing to stand out!"

The entire phalanx remained motionless, calmly without even a small ripple.

Across the queue, Wen Sui took a look at Qin Siyang from a distance, this guy was quite unexpected today, it's really strange that he didn't make trouble for him.

The instructor emphasized his tone: "Struggling for the sense of honor for the collective is also a very important part of military training. Let me ask again, is no one willing to participate?"

Wen Sui thought in his mind that what he promised Jiang An in the morning was not to go for a long-distance run. This relay is not a long-distance run, so it should be okay.

He straightened his back, took a step forward, and said in a clear and youthful voice, "I'll go."

Everyone looked over in unison, their eyes were like looking at the savior who descended from the sky.

"Very good, there are still three people short, is there anyone else?" The instructor walked through the middle of the queue, looking at each of them, feeling full of oppression.

Jian Ying and Wang Qiyue exchanged winks, one after the other slowly came out: "Count me in."

Four people relay, there is still one person short, no one wants to fill this vacancy.

Standing in the sun for a day is enough to be tired, and those who can stand up are warriors.

"If no one is willing, then I will randomly select people. In this kind of activity, participation is the first, and the competition is the second." The instructor scanned the rows of boys, his eyes gradually stopped, and he counted soldiers.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted by a report.

Wen Sui stood outside the queue, slowly raised his eyes, and saw Jiang An who was wearing camouflage pants three meters away, his eyes stopped on his chin, and he didn't dare to look at him.

Inexplicably, there is a kind of guilty conscience when I was caught sneaking out to play with adults behind my back when I was a child.

After a delay of two seconds, he tensed his back again and stared back.

He squinted his eyes, and then questioned silently with his eyes: you have a stomachache, why don't you lie down in the dormitory, what are you doing out?

Jiang An ignored him, gathered his long legs, and raised his hand in a very beautiful military salute: "I will also participate."

The people have been assembled, everyone disbanded on the spot, and began to prepare for the relay race.

Wen Sui pulled his arm aside and couldn't help swearing: "Are you running away with a fucking stomachache? Are you crazy?"

"I told you it's easy to get hypoglycemia, did you listen to me telling you not to run away?" Jiang An put his hands in his pockets and glanced at him lightly.

Wen Sui was a little guilty, his eyes wandered: "I'm fine, I just wore a doll costume for a while, I'm not so delicate."

Jiang An really wanted to tie him to the tree next to him. He has been like this since he was a child, his mind is full of impulsiveness and blood, and he will never listen to words.

He ground his teeth and looked at the person with a calm expression: "Okay, let's go together, we can be a companion when we get on the stretcher."

Wen Sui: "...you curse yourself for being smooth."

As soon as the line of sight touched, the sword was on the verge of breaking out.

"Excuse me, are you arguing?" Wang Qiyue held the handover baton and carefully tilted his head, "I'll just ask about the order of the relay, and you can continue to argue after it's over."

"It's not noisy." Wen Sui's heart was simmering with anger, and his tone was not kind, "Anyway, I'm the last one, and the rest is up to you."

He sort of understood that Jiang An's actions hurt one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-damages, which is really ruthless.

The two people's eyes met, and then slowly avoided, falling into a subtle cold war.

Jian Ying hooked one with each hand, desperately trying to smooth things over: "It's not going to happen, just run for a while, it's not about stealing property, what are you doing so viciously?"

Jiang An stabbed the knife slowly, with a somewhat indifferent attitude: "His family property has nothing to do with me."

Wen Sui gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to say much.

The two walked to the edge of the runway in tandem, with a Milky Way separating them.

It is said to be a relay, but it is actually a one-person run of [-] laps. Whether it is long or not, it is not only a test of speed, but also a test of endurance.

The onlookers were already in place, and the four members of each class stood at the starting point in order. When a gunshot was fired, Wang Qiyue rushed out as the first shot.

Within a few seconds, he was left behind by other classes with a rather superior posture.

Pretty, obvious, and a surefire last place.

Wen Sui stared at the persistent figure, and put his arms around his arms: "Is this friend an undercover agent sent by the next class? Too strong."

"Well, he just gave me a wink, and his eyes shined." Jian Ying paused, and said sadly, "I thought he wanted to express that he was a seed player."

"It can be pulled back." Wen Sui's expression was indifferent, not taking it seriously.

With an innocent look on her face, Jian Ying surrendered with both hands: "Let me declare first that I am of an average level, so don't have too much confidence in me."

Jiang An glanced at him, and said in a neutral tone, "He has extra confidence in himself."

"No, you all have all-round development of morality, intelligence, body and beauty, so you don't leave a way for people to survive?"

Jian Ying was sighing, and the side pushed him for no reason: "Why are you standing there, handover is coming soon!"

The game continues.

Most of the freshmen are in the state of watching the show, and they don't want to go to it by themselves, but the screaming is quite loud.

Jian Ying's situation was similar to what he said, neither good nor bad. She came back after a certain distance, but she was still in the second-to-last position.

Wen Sui pursed his lips, and said softly: "Don't run too fast, the instructor has already said, it's just a friendly match."

Jiang An nodded lightly, and stood on the track calmly, getting ready for the start.

Jian Ying gradually approached, Jiang An stretched out his hand to take the baton, and rushed out at an off-string speed, so fast that it almost became an afterimage.

Originally, everyone's results in this competition were not very promising, but suddenly the collective attention was attracted, it was too fast.

"I'm fucking Jiang An overtaking so fiercely, seventh! Sixth! Fifth!"

"Isn't he still sick and asking for leave in the morning, is this a human being?"

"Get the first is that there are extra points, this fuck is too hard! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wen Sui had already stood on the starting point, he looked back at the figure running towards him from a distance, and suddenly there was a thin layer of sweat on his palm.

Even though he said it was just a friendly match, this person is so ruthless in order to make himself less desperate to recover the gap?

He took a deep breath, threw his hand back, and grabbed the baton he was handed.

Push hard, push the ground, start running, accelerate.

The sound of the wind swept past his ears, and there was a sound of refueling with panting and heat just now, which came from behind.

Wen Sui raised his eyes, there were still two classes ahead, and the gap was already drawn very close by Jiang An.

Wen Sui's dictionary does not include the word "lose". It is in exams and competitions. A young man has his own arrogance.

He turned quickly, feeling his heart beating wildly, and quickly chased in that direction.

The several figures gradually stuck together, and the competition suddenly became tense.

The audience was attracted by this fierce competition, their palms were clenched, their breathing stagnated, and their blood swelled.

The silver-haired boy seemed to be swept by the wind, speeding up desperately, speeding up, speeding up again, it was shockingly fast.

"Niubao!! This wave I accept!!"

"Wen Sui is crazy!!! You are my male god!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He was already far ahead, leaving others behind, but his speed still didn't slow down, getting faster and faster.

The screams around could no longer be suppressed, and the faces of the audience froze.

Jiang An stood at the finish line, watching him gallop towards him recklessly, proud, brave, and fearless.

The figure strode across the line without stopping, taking a few steps before stopping in front of him with his legs propped up.

Jiang An grabbed his trembling back and dragged it slowly to ease the impact.

"Win." Wen Sui panted heavily, with the confidence of "I'm the worst" on his face, "Hey, look, I'm not doing well."

The two were very close, and the exuberant breath just after exercising was intertwined wantonly, and the heat was steaming.

Jiang An felt as if his heart was beating at the same frequency as his, and it took a few seconds before he said, "I'm fine too."

"So, don't worry about me, I have my own measure." Wen Sui squinted his eyes due to the wind, and suddenly smiled.

Jiang An glanced at him, as if he had indeed grown up, much more mature than before.

Wen Sui stared into his eyes, and asked sincerely: "You said that the two of us who know that there is something wrong with us and want to risk our lives will not survive three episodes in the TV series?"

Jiang An: "..."

Mistake, Wen Sui is at most five years old this year.

The author has something to say: five years old, fine, take it back and be a child bride

There are also red envelopes in the comments of this chapter ~ good night ~