make you angry, a little happy

When the bell rang for the end of the second quarter in the afternoon, Zhang Zhao picked up his sports bag, as if he was about to leave. "Hey, I'm leaving."

Su Xiaoyuan sorted out his notes, blushing no less than a New Year's picture doll. "Is it for training?"

"Ah, yes, I'm not applying for a project anymore... I have to practice." Zhang Zhao was very uneasy, "If the test papers are handed out, you can put them in the table for me."

"Okay, you go, I'll keep it for you." Su Xiaoyuan didn't dare to look at him, feeling uneasy in his heart, "Wait a minute."

"Why?" Zhang Zhao withdrew in two steps, waiting for this sentence.

"Is it true that 5000 meters is not exhausting?" This is still the question.

Zhang Zhao tore off the collar of his school uniform, playing a cool trick. "I'm too tired to kill others, but I can't kill you Brother Zhao."

"That's okay, take it easy. And... Xue Ye said that Zhu Jie had a muscle strain, have you ever been injured?" Su Xiaoyuan was a life committee member, Xue Ye was a health committee member, and they got to know each other after coming and going.

"Small, who has never been injured before." Zhang Zhao didn't know when he met Xue Ye, "I'm different, I'm sure I can't hurt myself...then let's make an agreement, the sports meeting is over, let's go to the movies .”

Su Xiaoyuan didn't look up: "Well, as long as you don't get hurt, I'll accompany you."

As long as you don't get hurt, I'll go with you.Zhang Zhao sat on the empty field outside the track and changed his shoes, thinking about the meaning behind this sentence.This is a very strange feeling, like a prophet, like a premonition.He could guess some of the real problems he was about to face, but he didn't dare, he just lingered in the same place, waiting for the starting gun of fate to fire.

Fatal blow, invincible.

The blood was rushing through his veins, and it was not only the desire and excitement of running, of the track, of facing the wind, but something else that made him shudder.In fact, he regretted it after he finished speaking. What kind of movie are the two boys watching? The dark closed space, the ambiguous, intimate, hesitating scenes... There is nothing to watch, but his brain can't control this mouth, It was as if he couldn't control his eyes and legs, and made him afraid, and he loved it so much.

Sweetness is like sweetness, this word is really good, Su Xiaoyuan emphasized it when he supplemented He An's Chinese two days ago.

"Hey, warm up!" Brother Chun said loudly, as usual, he came up and slapped Zhang Zhao's back.

"Damn it! You scare me to death!" Zhang Zhao was sure that his back was going to be popular, "Brother Chun, you are too dishonest, you've got a black hand!"

Brother Chun smiled and sat down beside him wearing a peaked cap. In his early 50s, he can't count the number of sports students he has led, but to be honest, Zhang Zhao's qualifications are the one he is most optimistic about.

"Why, if you don't practice for a year, you can't bear this little strength?" Brother Chun, as the head coach of the track and field team, is used to fighting with sports students. "I heard from Zhu Jie, have you signed up for this year's sports meeting?"

Zhang Zhao tied his shoelaces, did not nod, but hummed.

Brother Chun sighed and looked at the next sophomore in the distance who started running. "Zhang Zhao, do you want to come back?"

"I haven't thought about it." Zhang Zhao shook his head affirmatively, without being angry, "I really haven't thought about it. There are so many top athletes in our school, and I'm not one of them."

"It's not bad for you. I think it's a pity that you are a child who is born to run." Brother Chun was afraid that he would slap him again, and he slapped again, "Heart and lung function is very good, and I know it when I practiced you in junior high school. You are the embryo of long-distance running."

"Hi, it's normal." Zhang Zhao slapped Brother Chun back, "How about Zhu Jie's wild guy, does he still grab someone's arm when he turns around? I left, and he went up. He was the one who competed in the city last time." I've seen the results, it's good, he can do it too."

Brother Chun laughed off the childish feud between the two. "He is also good. He is superior in terms of endurance, but he is not as good as you."

"For example?" Zhang Zhao hooked his toes and stretched the ligaments of his calf.

Brother Chun directly came over and pressed his shoulders to help him open his legs, causing Zhang Zhao to scream. "He, his stamina is a bit weak. So his project is 1500, and I will stop him from going up. You are too lacking in practice, you can't do it at all!"

"Fuck, I haven't run for a fucking year, you kill people!" Zhang Zhao usually runs 5000, but he doesn't pinch his watch, "He has good stamina, you train him to run 5000, why abuse me?"

"Endurance is not difficult to practice without speed. For long-distance running, you must choose someone who is extremely high. The sooner you can take the second wave of breathing, the better. I wish him..." Brother Chun likes which ones he mentioned, and they are all good seedlings, "Let He practiced 5000 and I was afraid that he would not be able to make it in the last two laps."

"Hey, that's fine, that's okay, I can't do it myself!" Zhang Zhao escaped from Brother Chun's clutches, "Anyway, I must win him, even if I run out of luck."

"Hey, that's awesome." Brother Chun slapped the third palm again, each time harder than the last, "Can you return to the team with this desire to win, I see you running on the playground all day long, and I don't know how to come back to practice. "

Zhang Zhao had to hurry and moved to the runway with sore legs. "No, I won't practice anymore!"

"Then why did you sign up again and make yourself suffer." Brother Chun's voice suddenly turned cold, and he didn't understand why Zhang Zhao had such a good innate advantage and quit the team.But no matter how good the talent is, it can't match the hard work of the day after tomorrow. Unless his usual quality training is not behind, and he has another month of emergency training, he will not be able to run past Zhu Jie.

"I want to run, move this bone." Zhang Zhao faced the wind, with the tip of his tongue on his palate, and adjusted his breathing rate for starting.

Lean over, touch the ground, kick back, and run!

After all, it has been a long time since he has practiced his professional event, so Zhang Zhao didn't pinch his watch, but ran the whole course at a constant speed as much as possible, looking for a familiar breathing rhythm.On the last lap, when he was turning along the inside line, he passed one person. The orange sports vest was familiar.

"Where the hell are you running in circles?" Zhang Zhao slowed down and didn't sprint.

Tao Wenchang just ran the first lap of the 400-meter lap playground. "Fuck, you scared me to death!"

Zhang Zhao is used to running, and his breathing is fairly even. "Why don't you practice high jump and run laps, occupy my runway!"

"Isn't this... Ms. Gong being punished?" Tao Wenchang glanced at the other side of the high jump mat, where a slender female coach was blowing the whistle to gather.

"You can tell her to punish me, why the hell am I so unbelievable?" Changzi is Coach Gong's favorite team member, unless there is something serious about punishing him, Zhang Zhao ran the entire distance and followed Tao Wenchang into the next lap : "How much is the fine?"

Tao Wenchang was still chewing bubble gum: "3000 medium speed, go over after running."

"3000! Did you eat the mat?" Zhang Zhao didn't expect that he would be fined 3000 at most, but his specialty is long-distance running.Changzi made it clear that something serious happened.

"Oh...it's nothing, I skipped training yesterday, I thought I could hurry back." Tao Wenchang ran with his head down, "Ms. Gong caught her right away."

"Why don't you learn to learn how to fucking escape!" Zhang Zhao wished he could kick him, "Did he go to someone's house again?"

"No, she said... Miss me, let me have dinner with her." Tao Wenchang ran faster and faster, "Brother Zhao, you don't understand, you haven't talked about it, this kind of thing... I understand the truth, but As soon as she said she missed me, I wanted to go out to accompany her right away. Just looking at her will do. "

"Okay, sir!" Zhang Zhao also followed quickly, his legs were much heavier, "Brother Chang, let me warn you, your situation is not right now, you can fall in love, I will not stop you, it is your business to live in her house , you can't fucking skip practice. Does she know that you are going to work hard? Do you want to compete at the city level in next year's competition!"

"Yes, I definitely want to. But as soon as she said it, I wanted to go." Tao Wenchang was completely moved, "Even if we don't do it, I will be happy to see her."

Zhang Zhao's little monk suddenly became fiery and missed the scriptures: "Who asked you this... But that thing, is it so cool? Hey, how does it feel?"

"Don't you just ask..." Tao Wenchang bumped into him on the straight road, "Just..."

The sound is getting lower and lower.

Su Xiaoyuan walked towards the leader's platform. After searching for a long time without a place to sit, he recognized the most familiar one in the last row of sports bags, Zhang Zhao's.

He didn't know what brand it was, but there was a little leopard on it, very cute.He approached joltingly, and sat down next to the little leopard, as if this seat was reserved for himself.

The evening self-study in Class 9 was too chaotic. Zhang Zhao was there a while ago, and no one dared to speak.Today he started training, Class 9 was like a frying pan, forcing Su Xiaoyuan to come out to get some air.

Now he is very curious about this group of energetic sports students.How do they train, what do they practice every day, are boys and girls separated, girls can also play sports, it’s awesome... A series of curiosity made him come here, trying to find someone he knew on the playground classmate.

Zhang Zhao, He An, Tao Wenchang, including Zhu Jie and Xue Ye.

But there were too many sports students, and before he could find them, the phone rang.The caller is very familiar, Ji Chongyang.

"Hey, it's evening self-study at this time, do you dare to secretly use your phone?" Su Xiaoyuan picked it up.

"I'm in the bathroom, what are you doing?" Ji Chongyang escaped from the strict evening self-study and called secretly, "I'm suffocated to death. No one in your class can pass me, and I have no fighting spirit."

Su Xiaoyuan knew he was joking: "You feel right in your heart, we are only twenty in the class. Why did you think of calling me today?"

"I'm so bored, the class simulates the big exam once a week, and I'm tired." Ji Chongyang also wore a sports uniform, but his wrists were full of pen water, "I was so bored that I repaired the pen and even got a hand. You don't know the class The Lido is eerie, and the monthly exam is like a fixed-term prison sentence. Last week, someone reported Gong Lei’s puppy love, and guess what, the class was suspended for a week! The parents of the girls were invited. Oh, hurry up and graduate... How are you? What grade is it?"

Su Xiaoyuan didn't have the nerve to say number one: "Ten or so, what about you?"

"It's still the same as before. Are you studying at night or at home?" Ji Chongyang was not very quiet on the other end of the phone.

"I... I just finished my evening self-study, and I'm walking home." Su Xiaoyuan covered the phone, afraid that the other end would hear that this side was training.

Ji Chongyang dried his hands and cuffs: "Then go home quickly and check your QQ mailbox. I sent you the mock exam papers last week, so prepare well. In early November, our classmate Su Xiaoyuan will try to win the first prize in one fell swoop. Grade No.11."

"Ah? Has it all been sent to me?" Su Xiaoyuan wanted to wait for Zhang Zhao, but he couldn't sit still when he heard the paper was sent, "Then I'll go home and collect it right away, and you can take a look for me when I'm done."

"No problem, you can also send me a copy of Beijing's question types at any time, and we can communicate with each other." Ji Chongyang didn't dare to stay for too long, and it would be miserable if his mobile phone was confiscated.

In the dilemma, Su Xiaoyuan finally decided to go home: "Wait until next time, I will show you the papers of the midterm exam." After hanging up the phone, he went to the playground again, but there were too many people, and they were all in brightly colored vests. I couldn't find the shorts at the moment.

It seems that there is no chance today to say that I will see you tomorrow...

After running with Tao Wenchang, Zhang Zhao was so exhausted that he roared and panted, and when he rolled to the front of the training platform, his calves were numb.

My heart was half throbbing and half frustrated, the throbbing was because I heard what Changzi said about it, as I was running, the little monk stiffened up, which affected his speed.Frustration is indeed regressing. It is definitely not so tiring to run 5000 at this pace in the past. It is at best a warm-up.

Sports competition is ruthless, and you may not be able to improve with practice, let alone without practice.

With mixed joy and sorrow, Zhang Zhao looked for his PUMA in a sports bag, a pure black single room.

"Damn it! Who the hell threw the trash in front of my bag..." There was a white napkin on the ground, but Zhang Zhao didn't see it clearly, and took a step closer, short of breath.

A white, clean heart, spread under the PUMA icon.There is a small handful of peeled peanuts and two crispy prawns on the spread paper towel.

Zhang Zhao supported the ground and slowly squatted down.This is a secret code for two people, and others don't know it.

See you tomorrow.

The author has something to say: when a child falls in love, they are ink marks, and when an adult is already kissing, the two of them only dare to exchange snacks.

In fact, a little rose like Su Bao who grew up in a greenhouse needs a reckless person to drive him crazy.