Mizuki

However, Cheng Song basically didn't care how the group made trouble these two semesters, he wished they could put down their studies and go out to play all day, so as not to be suffocated in the classroom. With papers and textbooks.And there are four months left before the college entrance examination is full, and there are only a few hundred days left.

It is also out of concern that students are under too much pressure. During the first two weeks of the second semester of each senior year, the school will hold a tug-of-war competition. This is also the last entertainment competition for senior students.

When Cheng Song talked about this in the class meeting, the children in Class Nine seemed to be in dire straits.For nothing else, there is no heavyweight in their class, and Zhou Shishan is solid, but compared with the two big Buddhas in the eighth class next door, it is estimated that people don't need to use force, and they may not be able to move.

"Competing for rankings is not the main thing in this competition. Let's focus on participating, okay? What's more," Cheng Song glanced at Wu Si, who was checking the class outside the door, and said very calmly, "Which average score in our class is not the top three in the grade now? "

Everyone followed Cheng Song's eyes and found the dean who was twitching.They all heard that the two teachers were alumni from the past, and they also like to compete in the work of No. [-] Middle School, but the students are most willing to eat such melons.

So there was thunderous applause in the class.

Su Miao clapped her hands and elbowed him: "Are you participating?"

"Can you say no?"

"No." Su Miao smiled and rolled her eyes: "We have already lined up, and all boys who weigh 115 and above must go."

"Then you still ask?"

"Isn't that polite?"

"Go ahead and fool people."

"Well~" Su Miao finally laughed twice.

Because of a tug-of-war competition, the physical education class that was originally once every two weeks was increased to once a week. After two weeks of tug-of-war knowledge training, each class finally ushered in a competition.

However, for Class [-], participating in the tug-of-war competition is actually not interesting, not as interesting as the school sports meeting. At least you can run faster and jump high in the school sports meeting to get a place. The tug-of-war is really about participating.

So when the Sports Commission finished the lottery and ran to them with a smile on his face, he told them that he had drawn an even lighter Class [-] in the preliminary round. The class was silent at first, but everyone suddenly cheered after two seconds.

Oh, there is no need to back up.There are only a few boys in the liberal arts class, and Class [-] has the least number of boys in the liberal arts class.

Su Miao always felt familiar when she heard Class [-], but she realized that she was in Class [-] when she saw Lu Shuang on the field, and suddenly felt strange.It's not that he doesn't like her, it's just that the experience of peeking at Qiao Lin looking for her is still vivid in his memory, and it makes him feel a little hot when he thinks about it.

On the field, the opposing class obviously knew their own level, and they didn't put much thought into the game. It took five seconds for the referee to blow the whistle, and the cheerleaders from Class [-] didn't even have a chance to shout slogans, and the class won.

This might be the most uninspiring tug-of-war the school has ever seen.After the referee blew the whistle, he was very embarrassed, and it was like this for three consecutive rounds. In the end, the physical education teacher was so embarrassed that he had nothing to say.

"Moisture, real moisture." Su Miao unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and shook her head.

Unexpectedly, with a glance, she saw Lu Shuang walking in front of them, and asked openly, "Are you free? I'll treat you to milk tea."

The two looked at each other, and Su Miao felt that she was more embarrassed than the referee at this time, but Lu Shuang didn't know how frank she was, and he was the only one blushing.In addition to Zhang Yuanshan's incident before, thanks to her willingness to stand up and testify, Qiao Lin's testimony was only valid, and she was too embarrassed to refuse.

Su Miao didn't spend much time thinking about the interests involved, and the three of them walked side by side towards the milk tea shop outside the school.

He basically didn't know Lu Shuang, and he couldn't let a girl walk close to the dividing line in the middle of the road, so he deliberately walked outside, and Qiao Lin was sandwiched between them.

It's the time when school is over now, and the traffic is very busy on the road. Su Miao looked left and then, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't have a chance to pass, so she looked at the gap between the cars and wanted to go forward.

As soon as he took two steps, his right wrist was grabbed. Qiao Lin grabbed him behind him and pulled him. Su Miao stepped back, and a bicycle almost brushed against his back behind him.

"Don't you think of a bicycle as a car?" Qiao Lin turned the man around, shook his shoulders, and began to get acquainted: "It was like this last time, can't you watch the road carefully?"

Su Miao smiled apologetically, looked up and saw Lu Shuang looking at him, and quickly pulled herself out of Qiao Lin's arms.

"Let's go there first." Su Miao touched her nose and turned her head, feeling even more embarrassed.

When they arrived at the place, Lu Shuang stepped in first, then turned around and asked them, "What do you drink?"

Qiao Lin stepped forward and took out his mobile phone to scan the code, and at the same time said to the waiter who ordered: "Two glasses of Lemon Le." Then he turned his head and asked her: "I treat you, what do you want to drink?"

Lu Shuang smiled helplessly: "It is agreed that I invited..."

"Sure, thank you for what happened last time." Qiao Lin smiled back at her.

Lu Shuang no longer refused, and said to the waiter: "Pearl milk tea, less ice and less sugar."

Qiao Lin paid back the money, and Lu Shuang chose a seat by the window to sit opposite them.She stared at Su Miao for two seconds, then suddenly smiled and said, "You don't have to be so restrained, I heard that you, Qiao Lin, have taken the art test, and my brother will be preparing for the test next year, so I just asked you something."

Su Miao breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but luckily it wasn't an awkward chat, but she blushed at her embarrassment and bit the tube to listen to their questions and answers.

He seldom asked about Qiao Lin's affairs in the city, for fear of putting pressure on him. Qiao Lin told him everything on his own initiative, and he didn't know much about it. When Lu Shuang asked about the details, he felt that art students' art test path Far from being simple as he imagined.

Finally, Lu Shuang asked Qiao Lin: "If the professional interview time conflicts, can I only go to one?"

Jolin replied, "Yes."

Lu Shuang: "What about you? Is there no conflict with your registration?"

Qiao Lin: "No, I only apply for one school."

Lu Shuang was a little shocked: "What if I don't pass?"

Qiao Lin was silent for only a moment, and then answered her firmly: "I will live."

Lu Shuang was taken aback for a moment, and then expressed her understanding, but Su Miao asked eagerly, "Have you passed?"

Qiao Lin raised his chin at him as if no one was there, and said with a smile, "It's over."

Su Miao's eyes lit up.

Lu Shuang looked at the two of them, stirred the pearls in the glass with a straw, and suddenly asked, "Are you together?"

The two looked at each other, then understood the meaning, and nodded in sync.

Lu Shuang wasn't too surprised, she guessed it early in the morning, and just said calmly, "Congratulations."

Qiao Lin smiled and said, "Thank you." As he spoke, he grabbed Su Miao's hand that had nowhere to rest under the table.

Two days later, Class Nine participated in the semi-finals. This time the weight class of the opposite class was not something they could handle.

As soon as the referee blew the whistle, the people in class nine tried their best to drag them back, and endured for several seconds holding their mouths of refusal to admit defeat.The girls in the class yelled to cheer up and broke their throats.At this time, several passers-by from Class [-], headed by Lu Shuang, suddenly stood in the camp of Class [-], and half of the people shouted "Come on, Class [-], come on, Class [-]".

The opposite class was dumbfounded when they saw it, and the people on the field were even more confused. Inspired by this stupidity, they dragged Class Nine over.

The rematch and the final were held on the same day. Class Nine lost the rematch, but they all flocked to the final spot to watch the match between Class Ten and Class Eight.

Later, at the classmate meeting, the two groups couldn't help admiring when they talked about the grand occasion at that time.At that time, Huifeng was calm, with tense and excited faces, and the eighth class stood face to face with the contestants of the other class, holding the hemp rope in their hands.

The referee became serious, grasping the red silk to measure, unwilling to put some water on any class at all, then raised his hands high, his face was so nervous that he was sweating, and the cheerleaders of Class [-] were shouting more excitedly than the players slogan.

"Brother Qiao, I have a bold idea." Su Miao raised an eyebrow at Qiao Lin while holding on to the isolation belt outside the competition circle.

The sound on the field was too loud, Qiao Lin approached him and asked him, "What?"

In the next second, Su Miao suddenly turned to the contestants, followed by the cheerleaders of Class [-] and shouted the opponent's slogan: "Class [-]! Win the championship! Class [-]! Win the championship!"

He roared with [-]% of his strength, and the sound almost broke after two yells. Qiao Lin and Zhao Ze, Zhou Shishan, who were standing behind him on the left, were all taken aback.After regaining his composure, Qiao Lin simply put his hands around his mouth, suppressing the end of Su Miao's voice and continued to shout!

This time everyone else understood, so the few boys who got together here cheered their players along with the cheerleaders from Class [-].

People in Class 21 who were watching from other places saw their classmates yelling at them, and they didn't care about [-], [-], just yelling.Usually, the two classes had a lot of sarcastic remarks about the average score, but at this time they stood together tacitly.

Then other unknown people watching on the field saw people shouting around him, and they didn't know why they shouted, but for no reason, they also cheered for Class [-] together.

Then there was an unprecedented scene on the field. With the final circle as the center, within a radius of five meters, except for Class [-] opposite Class [-], everyone on the field shouted the same slogan. Make a sound, and finally two will fail and three will be exhausted-it can't be shouted at all!

In the end, it was the referee's whistle that fueled the enthusiasm of the onlookers.His whistle didn't stop, and a sharp whistle pierced the tranquility at the same time as he slammed his hand, almost scaring the two passing birds.

Nearly [-] people in the audience yelled at him: "Hey! Hey! Hey!" This was taught by the physical education teacher of Class [-] and Class [-], saying that the cheerleaders should not shout cheers, but shout Hey in a tight rhythm so that the players can follow suit. force.

The stalemate lasted for more than a minute. Class [-] couldn't hold it anymore. Finally, all the contestants from Class [-] said "Ah—" and pulled their opponents to the ground.

When the referee announced the result, two salutes were fired between them.

The students from the two classes who won the competition almost hugged each other and cried. Su Miao finally broke her throat and couldn't make a sound at all, but she never felt so happy.You must know that the Xueba class has never excelled in competitions except for studying. This time, the eighth class can win the Xueba class.

"This will definitely go down in history." Su Miao walked towards the classroom with her hands on the back of her head, talking to Qiao Lin in a hoarse voice.

Qiao Lin suddenly reached out and touched his neck. Su Miao asked "what" suspiciously, and his fingertips felt a slight itching of vocal cord vibration. Qiao Lin was taken aback, let go of his hand, and said with a smile: Class [-] is also recorded in the annals of history."

"What does it matter, anyway, our class is the creator of history—" Su Miao took a big step forward, suddenly spread her hands and turned back, and said the last particle: "——ah!"

Then he fell into Zhao Ze's arms.

"...Huh?" Zhao Ze was still holding his shoulder with his hand, completely confused at this moment: "Pengci?"

Su Miao was so frightened that she quickly stood up straight, and then asked him, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Ze was puzzled, and pointed at the front door of his class: "Where am I if I'm not here?"

Su Miao knocked herself on the head hard, and said embarrassingly, "It's okay, it's okay, I made a mistake, I misunderstood."

Zhao Ze asked with a question mark on his face: "Why are you so strange?"

In embarrassment, Su Miao pushed Zhao Ze's shoulder to drive him to the classroom, and he saw Qiao Lin holding back his laughter beside him!

Before Zhao Ze could be pushed through the door, Cheng Song's voice came from behind him: "From Class Nine—come here some boys!"

When they turned their heads, they saw Cheng Song waving at them. They ran over and heard Cheng Song pointing to the end of the corridor and said, "The small shop can't deliver the goods to the teaching area. You can find some people to help move the things here."

"what?"

"Cola."

As soon as they returned to class, the monitor of Class [-] received the certificate, but instead of going to his own class first, he ran to Class [-] first, regardless of whether Cheng Song was there or not. Hugging, shouting "dude" incessantly.

At this time, the students of Class [-] poured in from the back door, and the salute came from nowhere, and there were three "bang bang bang", like a leader's military parade. Taking the opportunity, he took out his mobile phone and took a group photo of them and sent it to the class. Seeing this, other people also squeezed into the camera, and all kinds of scissorsmen filled the screen.

Few people carry mobile phones in class, so many people crowded to the podium to look for Cheng Song to look at the photos after the photo was taken, while Qiao Lin stepped aside, with his mobile phone always on his body, at this moment he just quietly took out the mobile phone from his pocket , Click to open the original pictures and save them one by one, except for a few pictures with Su Miao in them for a long time.

The teenagers in the photo are all proud and enthusiastic.And Su Miao's smile is clean and clear, like a dead tree sprouting buds, the corners of her eyes are curved, and her eyes don't look in the same direction as others. Qiao Lin knew that he was looking at herself.How lucky he is to be favored by someone who can give him an inch of eyes no matter what time, and has never left since the acquaintance.