Chapter 72: The glory of the past has not diminished
In this season of revival of all things, when the warm spring breeze gently caressed the branches sprouting buds, the students of Shengteng ushered in the vigorous spring sports meeting.
The last day of the sports meeting is the 4*100 relay race that attracts everyone's attention.
Not only did Tong Yao have to compete as a female contestant, but even Yan Zisong, who rarely participated in such activities, was dragged onto the field by the sports committee member of his class.
The senior men's competition is about to begin, and all six groups of players on the field have taken their positions.
"Wow..." I don't know who made a trembling sound, "Yan Zisong, he really came to participate in the competition!"
"That's the last one, oh my god!"
Yan Zisong, who was already in his seat, couldn't help but glance towards the stands. Qin Xiaoman, who was sitting in the last row, was still looking down at the book on her lap. She looked so engrossed that one couldn't help but wonder where this place was.
The sports field or the library! Yan Zisong stared for a long time, until a chill rose in his heart. When all the bright lights shine on me, I only care about whether there is your gaze in the crowd; let me know you are here
, let me feel your gaze, let me find the reason to work hard! Even if it is just a glance, as long as you look at me, I will feel that everything is worth it!
The starting gun sounded, and the cheers from the stands ignited the whole place, igniting the desire in everyone's heart. When Yan Zisong took the baton with his back hand, he jumped out.
His slightly messy hair was blowing behind his ears in the wind, and a pair of spiked shoes under his feet stepped powerfully on the track, seeming to throw the people behind him away a certain distance with every step he took;
The stands were boiling with excitement. Not only the entire classes 3 and 6 of high school were shouting his name in unison, but even many female classmates from other classes were willing to defect to the enemy camp.
When Yan Zisong was the first to cross the finish line, with a violent heartbeat and heavy breathing, he couldn't even wait to accept the congratulations from his companions before he couldn't wait to cast his eyes on a certain figure in the last row of the stands————
And she was still sitting calmly with her head bowed, like a statue that had never changed a single posture from beginning to end.
Yan Zisong's handsome and excited face gradually lost its usual unruly and undisciplined look. He slammed the baton in his hand on the track and walked away without looking back.
"Holy shit... Zisong is still as strong as ever, and his prowess is still the same as before."