"Are you thirsty? This is the drink I just bought for you."
"Lu Zixun, your running posture just now was so handsome. I admire you so much!"
"Yes, that sprinting action at the end is simply fascinating!"
Facing the enthusiasm of so many girls, Lu Zixun looked helpless and had a headache.
He looked around, trying to find a quiet place to sit down and rest for a while.
Then, he saw Han Xiangzhu sitting there quietly in a corner not far away, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, looking up at the clouds in the sky in a daze!
She wore a ponytail, and a strand of bangs stuck to her cheeks due to sweating. The autumn sunshine cast mottled light and shadow on her body through the gaps between the leaves.
The girl with a peaceful face is as beautiful as an ink landscape painting.
For some reason, Lu Zixun felt that his heartbeat suddenly became a little faster.
Then, my legs moved according to my heart, and I walked to the second grade of junior high school in a few steps.
Han Xiangzhu was looking at the clouds in the sky in a trance at this time. She remembered a poem: "Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace. Watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court. There is no intention of leaving or leaving. Watch the clouds rolling and relaxing in the sky."
I admire the magical charm of ancient poetry in my heart!
Lu Zixun followed her gaze and looked at the sky. Except for some white clouds and the blue sky, there seemed to be nothing attractive.
"Xiangzhu, what are you looking at? Are you so entranced?" he said suddenly.
Han Xiangzhu, who was immersed in his own thoughts, was startled and almost fell off his stool.
"Be careful!" Lu Zixun reached out and grabbed her.
"Brother Zixun, you scared me to death!" Han Xiangzhu covered his chest.
Lu Zixun laughed: "The sports meeting over there is very lively! But you are staring at the sky in a daze?"
While he was talking, he saw the mineral water in Han Xiangzhu's hand, and naturally reached out and pulled it over: "I just finished running the relay race and am a little thirsty. Do you mind if I drink your water?"
That's a bottle of mineral water that hasn't been opened yet.
Han Xiangzhu nodded: "I haven't drunk it yet, brother Zixun, you can drink it!"
Lu Zixun looked at her deeply, unscrewed the lid, raised his head and took a sip of water, then pulled up a stool and sat down in the shade of the tree next to her.
"I just saw you looking at the sky very absorbedly. Can you tell me what you are thinking about?"
Han Xiangzhu stared at him, and suddenly the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a shallow smile: "Brother Zixun, you are so persistent!"
After saying that, she stretched out three fingers, tilted her head, and the ponytail behind her also tilted slightly: "After you came here, this is the third time you have asked!"
Such a naughty girl was completely different from the girl who looked pensive and calm just now, but looking into Lu Zixun's eyes, he also felt that his heartbeat was quietly speeding up again.
"Really? But, you have refused to tell me." His voice was softer than he even felt.
Han Xiangzhu raised his head and looked at the sky: "I just remembered a poem praising the mind and wisdom of the ancients."
"Oh? Which sentence?" Lu Zixun was curious.
"Don't be surprised by favor or disgrace. Watch the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court. I don't care if I leave or leave. I hope the clouds will roll in and relax in the sky." Han Xiangzhu's voice was cold and low, unhurried and not slow, as faint as the fragrance of flowers in the wind.
Hearing it in Lu Zixun's ears, it was like a beautiful song, and he was a little fascinated.
"Han Xiangzhu, hurry up, the squad leader's three-thousand-meter long-distance race has begun. You signed up for the cheerleading team!"
In the distance, a sharp female voice broke the brief relationship between Lu Zixun and Han Xiangzhu.