Difficult to heal

"Everyone, stop the pens in your hands. There are a few things I want to discuss with you."

Everyone who was writing quickly stopped their movements and looked up at the podium together.

"Come on." He Xijie stood on the podium and said to the first row on the right.

Murong Tianqing got up from his seat, walked over the steps to the podium, and smiled at the students: "That's right, there will be a sports meeting in half a month, and this is also the last sports meeting in our high school. Several of our class committee members discussed with Lao Hong After that, I want to use the class fee to buy [-] sets of class uniforms, which can just be worn at the opening ceremony of the sports meeting, and can also be worn when taking graduation photos, Lao Hong has already agreed, and now I’m here to ask everyone’s opinions.”

There was no sound at all, and after a while, someone raised a question: "Isn't the third year of high school not allowed to participate in the sports meeting?"

Murong Tianqing explained: "The sports committee received a notice before. In order to reduce the pressure on us, the school can participate in the opening ceremony and two competitions in this senior year."

Everyone immediately turned their heads and looked at Feng Changyu in the back row in unison.

Feng Changyu stood up and said, "Just after the meeting in the morning, the school said that they are allowed to participate."

Then he raised the registration form in his hand, "Two events, the whole class relay and the high jump. Everyone is required to participate in the relay race, and those who want to high jump will come to me to register later."

There was silence for a moment, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they were waiting for others to react first.

"Everyone, this is the last sports meeting," He Xijie added. "The first two times our class behaved well and did nothing special. Don't you feel a little regretful? Buying a set of class uniforms can be regarded as leaving a difference for our high school." memories."

The squad leader had spoken, and there was not much money for clothes, so everyone had no objections.

The girls asked below: "What is the class uniform like?"

Murong Tianqing said: "We haven't decided yet. We have selected several styles. If everyone agrees to buy class uniforms, then vote to decide."

She picked up chalk and wrote on the blackboard, including British college style, JK uniform, sports style, Republic of China style and Hanfu.

"You write what you want to choose on paper, and hand it in after you finish writing, and we will make a general vote."

As soon as this remark came out, the class immediately had a lively discussion.

A group of boys gathered together and chattered excitedly: "Fuck, there's JK! Are you wearing stockings?"

"Is it black silk, is it black silk?"

Someone clenched his fist at his mouth, and said in a lewd tone: "Report, the length of the skirt cannot exceed the thigh."

"Add another one, don't wear it if you have thick legs."

"If you have thick legs, you won't be called Hei Si, but Titan."

The boys roared with laughter, not thinking how ugly such words sounded at all.

"Are you sick?" Zhang Chichi frowned fiercely, and said angrily, "What girls wear has nothing to do with you? Can you take care of yourself, talk about other people's figures, and don't look at what you look like? Short and ugly, no one wants to sell the fat on the belly."

"Let's talk about ours, what are you doing all the time?" Qian Shan said disdainfully, "Who do you think wants to see you wear it? How can you have such a strong sense of substitution."

Another person echoed: "Aren't we talking about class uniforms? JK uniforms have silk stockings, isn't it weird?"

"You girls don't mind discussing with us, hahahaha."

Several men were like-minded, one after another, Zhang Chichi's face was livid with anger.

"I like silk stockings so much," Lu Shu rubbed the ball of paper in his hand, and said casually, "You can wear them yourself for discussion."

Qian Shan said strangely, "Lu Shu, why are you interrupting? You don't like Zhang Chichi, do you? It's just a joke, there's really no need for girls to chirp."

Zhang Chi was furious: "Fuck your shit!"

"Who's joking?" Chu Qinjiang glanced over lightly, "Think you're very humorous?"

Qian Shan immediately lowered his face, and was about to start scolding.

"Hey, isn't it, this can also cause a quarrel?" The other boys quickly smoothed things over, "Don't be angry Zhang Chichi, we are really just joking, no one knows what class uniform we can choose in the end, it's just a discussion. "

Zhang Chichi said nothing with a cold face, while Murong Tianqing comforted her by the side.

The unpleasant episode in the front row soon spread to the back, and Pan Mian ran up to join in the fun: "What's wrong with you?"

He looked left and right, but there was no one in his mouth: "Qian Shan, why are you looking for money again?"

"Who the hell are you talking about?" Qian Shan stared at him, "Idiot, right?"

Pan Mian nodded ignorantly: "That's right, you're an idiot."

The other party kicked him suddenly without saying a word, and Feng Changyu quickly pulled Pan Mian away with his quick eyes and hands.

Pan Mian shouted: "Squad leader! Someone is going to beat someone!"

Feng Changyu slapped the registration form on the table: "Fill in the form, I think you guys are free, so let me do the high jump."

He Xijie, who was receiving the note, came over, frowned and said, "What are you arguing about? Wait for Lao Hong to come."

Qian Shan pushed away his classmates who were blocking him irritably, and cursed: "What's the point of blocking me? A bunch of cowards."

Then he kicked the desk and walked out of the classroom.

"That's all, all right, let's all sit on the seats," He Jiexi said with a headache, "Write down what you want to choose on paper, and I'll collect it."

Pan Mian hummed twice nonchalantly, and returned to his seat.

Feng Changyu grabbed a few strong men to sign up for the high jump, and there was only one spot left, so he glanced at Lu Shu.

Lu Shu was talking to Xiu Qinjiang, when suddenly a tanned hand appeared in front of him.

"Brother Lu," the master of the black hand smiled maliciously, "You look like an athletic genius, believe me, I can make you famous in one battle."

Lu Shu said salty, "Thank you, I'm not interested."

"Go, let's go," Feng Changyu persisted, "Chen'er has signed up, if you can go, I guess the top two are from our class."

Lu Shu was indifferent, and took out this topic to read.

Feng Changyu had no choice but to ask Xiu Qinjiang for help with his eyes.

After receiving the hint, Xiu Qinjiang nodded slightly and told him to go back to his seat first.

Then he bumped his arm against Lu Shu: "What did you want to tell me before?"

Lu Shu ticked an answer on the question and said, "Which one do you want to choose?"

Xuan Qinjiang's note was spread out on the table, blank.

"Which one do you like?" Xu Qinjiang asked.

"It's all the same." Lu Shu didn't care much.

Xiu Qinjiang asked in a different way: "Then which one do you want me to choose?"

"You ask me?" Lu Shu glanced at him.

As it should be, Xiu Qinjiang said, "Yeah."

Lu Shu said casually: "The fifth type."

Xiu Qinjiang looked at the blackboard, the fifth type is Hanfu.

"Like this?" He seemed to have realized something, with a thoughtful expression.

"Nonsense." Lu Shu felt uncomfortable, and changed the subject, "I wrote the third one, you can do whatever you want."

Wanting to smile or not, Xiu Qinjiang took a pen and took off the cap.

He wrote those two words and said in a low voice, "Do you want to participate in the high jump? You jump high, and I'll show you in Hanfu, how about it?"

Lu snorted, bent his arms and put them around his neck: "Are you still negotiating terms?"

Xiu Qinjiang did not resist, and lay on his shoulders, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved: "I want to see you jump high."

Before Lu Shu could speak, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Zhang Chichi came over.

"Lu Shu." She stood by the desk and said, "Thank you just now."

Lu Shuan suppressed his smile, let go of Xiu Qinjiang, and wrote lightly: "No, by the way."

"I still have to say thank you." Zhang Chichi turned his gaze to Xiu Qinjiang again.

The two handed the note to He Xijie, and Xiu Qinjiang turned to meet her eyes.

"Thank you." Zhang Chi said.

With a calm expression on his face, Xiu Qinjiang nodded slightly, accepting it.

After the other party finished speaking, he left. Murong Tianqing counted the votes on the blackboard, and JK was the most popular, so he ordered this one.

"You seem to be unable to negotiate terms?" Lu Shu said unhurriedly.

"I'll buy it myself." Chu Qinjiang followed the good advice, "Do you want to choose a style?"

Lu Shu: "..."

Gee.

—

It is unclear whether Xiu Qinjiang will buy Hanfu, but in the end Lu Shu signed up to participate in the high jump.

The opening ceremony of the sports meeting was a sunny day, and there were big clouds floating in the indigo blue sky, soft and fluffy as if they were about to fall.

The brick-red plastic runway, the oil-green grass and the marching music on the radio all looked full of vigor and enthusiasm that is unique to youth.

The playground was bustling with crowds of people, and each class was arranged in a rectangular formation.

The person at the front took the lead in holding the class card, accompanied by the athletes' march, and shouted slogans to enter the arena.

"I'm a little nervous," He Xijie wiped off the sweat from his hands, "We'll be next."

Murong Tianqing tidied up his skirt and ponytail, his palms were sweating, and he tried his best to calm down and said, "Don't be nervous, we just need to shout louder."

Standing behind the two of them was everyone from the fourth class, which was very eye-catching at first glance.

The girls were wearing white shirts and plaid pleated skirts, with bows of the same color at the necklines - warm goose yellow and light purple string colors, a particularly fresh color, inadvertently matched with today's clear sky, making it lively and agile.

The boys wear white shirts and black trousers, with a tie on the chest, the same color as the girls' skirts.

Pan Mian stood in front of Lu Shu and kept asking, "Am I handsome?"

Lu Shu was strangled by the tie, which made his neck a little uncomfortable. He pulled it with his hands, and said perfunctorily, "Handsome."

Pan Mian glanced at Tang Xingchen who was diagonally behind again: "Chen'er?"

"Yeah, you are Wu Yanzu." Tang Xingchen is also a bad dresser, probably because he is too hot, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows.

Pan Mian was still not satisfied, and continued his efforts: "Jiang Jiang?"

Xiu Qinjiang stood beside Lu Shu, wearing the clothes with a kind of academic temperament, clean and straight, as if he was going to play the heroine in a youth school drama.

He adjusted Lu Shu's tie with one hand, and said to Pan Mian, "The magic mirror said, you are the second most handsome in the world today."

Lu Shu asked, "Who is the first?"

"Of course it's me." Feng Changyu jumped out to claim it.

"No." Xiu Qinjiang shook his head deeply, "It's Snow White."

Lu Shu: "..."

Feng Changyu: "..."

Tang Xingchen: "..."

Pan Mian: "..."

Not necessarily.

"Handsome guys and beauties are ready to enter." He Xijie in front reminded, "Remember to speak louder later."

As soon as the words were finished, the broadcast sounded: "Please, students from Class [-] of Science in the third year of senior high school come in."

"Stand at attention!" He Xijie held up his work card, imposingly, "Let's go together—"

The phalanx moved, and the whole class of 50 people approached the same pace. Under the eyes of the sun and all the leading alumni, they walked onto the runway in an orderly manner.

When passing the rostrum, He Xijie took the lead in shouting: "Get ready—"

The loud voice of the fourth class sounded instantly, and the words were full of resentment.

"Three days of quizzes! Four days of big exams! The leaders of No. [-] Middle School! Take the hammer test!"

After a brief silence, "666" and laughter erupted from the playground.

Everyone stretched their necks, wanting to see which class is bravely rushing to the end of the world.

But let’s make a fuss, today there are all kinds of slogans, funny and serious middle school students, just trying to have fun, no school leader really takes it to heart, they just laugh it off.

The fourth class yelled three times with pride, gradually getting farther and farther away from the rostrum.

I don't know who sneaked a snort, and then spread it out, infecting more people, and everyone started to let out magical laughter.

Pan Mian let out a sigh of relief as he waved his fists and feet: "It's so cool! My throat was slashed just now."

Feng Changyu regretted: "I should have a trumpet. When I passed the rostrum, I climbed up and yelled in the leader's ear."

"Why can't you think about it at a young age~ I want to die~ahah~" Pan Mian suddenly sang.

"Fuck!" Tang Xingchen, who was wandering in the sky, was frightened by this broken voice, "Sing to your uncle!"

Lu Shu next to him was also startled by Tang Xingchen, "What are you shouting for!"

Pan Mian cut her voice: "Everyone is really delicate."

Everyone talked to each other, walked into the grass in a lively manner, and stood in the divided class area.

Lao Hong rushed forward with a stride, his eyes nearly popped out: "Who told you to change the words!"

Everyone buried their heads in laughter, and no one made a sound.

He Xijie couldn't help but said, "Old Hong, I will leave everything to you, old man."

"Did you take the lead!" Lao Hong pointed at him, "You are trying to piss me off!"

Murong Tianqing immediately said: "No, no, the teacher calmed down, and the leaders won't take it seriously."

"A bunch of bastards are going to heaven!" Lao Hong let out his nostrils.

The opening ceremony of this sports meeting was very interesting. Almost every class prepared class uniforms and gathered all kinds of elements.

There was even a class with oversized dolls on their bodies, and each person held a balloon. It was like a circus in an amusement park. The scene was very fun.

Pan Mian and the others were very envious. After comparing them, they immediately felt that the JK on their body was ordinary.

After the class entered the arena, there was a song and dance performance. Everyone was led to watch the stage, and they sat on the steps in different classes to watch.

When the performances of several programs are over and the leaders give eloquent speeches, the sports meeting will officially begin.

In order not to waste the time of senior high school students, the school arranged the high jump competition and relay in the morning. As soon as the opening ceremony was over, all the four classes hurried to the classroom to change their clothes.

The girls put on their clothes and went to the toilet, but the boys didn't pay much attention to it, and just changed their arms in the classroom, huddled together noisily.

Pan Mian took off his shirt wildly, grabbed it and shook it: "Brothers, look at my abs! I'll ask you how hard it is! No! Strong!"

"Please," Feng Changyu said, "Can Bai Zhanji go back to the boudoir to embroider?"

Pan Mian jumped up: "I'll kill the dog!"

Tang Xingchen put on his coat leisurely, and made a pertinent comment: "Vegetarian chickens peck at each other."

Lu Shu took the position behind the door and grabbed Xiu Qinjiang: "Stand here and block it."

Facing him, Xiu Qinjiang held the door with his left hand and teased, "They're all boys, what are you afraid of?"

Lu Shu stood in the crack of the triangular door, the space was narrow, and it was very inconvenient to unbutton it, "There are other people outside."

The rest of the classes also came back to change their clothes. There were no curtains in the classroom, so they could read them all without glancing at them. Lu Shu expressed his gratitude for this.

Xiu Qinjiang took off his tie for him, and was waiting to hand over his clothes, when Lu Shu's hand that had unbuttoned the last button suddenly stopped, looking up at the person close at hand.

"Turn around," he said.

The other party looked bewildered. After a while, he understood and laughed dumbly: "Even I can't do it?"

Lu Shu raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure you want to watch?"

"It's not like I haven't seen it before." Xuan Qinjiang said.

He didn't mean anything else when he said this, but Lu Shu paused subtly and said, "I advise you not to read it."

Hu Qinjiang resigned to his fate and turned around: "Okay."

Lu Shu quickly took off his shirt and trousers, handed them over, and then took the clothes from Xiu Qinjiang and changed them on.

Cooperating with his movements, Xiu Qinjiang was about to push back his sweatpants when the door used to block him suddenly moved.

Immediately afterwards, a strong force struck from behind.

Xiu Qinjiang subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Lu Shu lay on his back and lowered his voice, "Don't move."

"What's wrong?" Xu Qinjiang was a little taken aback.

Lu Shu was so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear immediately, and said with difficulty, "...the pants got hung up, and I couldn't stand firmly."

The corners of Xiu Qinjiang's upturned mouth were pressed very hard, and he asked softly, "Are the pants not broken?"

"......No."

Lu Shu moved away from his back, pulled the trousers out from the door, and tied the rope around his waist, "Okay."

Xiu Qinjiang turned around, looked down, Lu Shu grabbed his chin and threatened, "If you say it, you will be gone."

Xiu Qinjiang blinked and nodded obediently, but his eyes were full of teasing.

Lu Shu let go awkwardly, feeling inexplicably ashamed, and switched places with him, "Change, I'll stand outside."

Xiu Qinjiang didn't go in, and unbuttoned his clothes while talking, "Yan, have you ever thought that maybe you don't need to change clothes."

He took off his class uniform calmly, revealing the T-shirt and sweatpants inside, and smiled slightly: "You can wear clothes inside."

Lu Shu: "?"