Chapter 261 Mengqiu and Qiu protect the short, needless courage
In her previous life, when she was in junior high school, she was cheated by the class monitor and ran away with 3,000. It was only during the review time that she realized that she was that warrior. She didn't expect to meet him now.
But all her life she was a genuine junior high school student.
And now, she has a genuine seven-year-old body, competing with a sixth grader in long-distance running... How dare Zhang Tao!
For the first time, Song Zhizhi was so speechless. She stood stunned for three seconds, thinking about the pros and cons of abstaining and participating.
Meng Qiuqiu had already chased after him, holding Zhang Tao's collar and dragging him back. His tone was extremely fierce, "You don't know that I am covering Song Zhizhi. How dare you cheat her like this? Say it yourself, you will take my place."
Is she going to run away or something?"
"That's right, monitor. I usually see you as such a nice person, but why are you treating Zhizhi like this? How old is she? What if something happens to her in the 1,500-meter run?"
"Why don't our class just abstain? Our sister Zhizhi is much more important than our ranking. Monitor, go tell the teacher that we abstain!"
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Zhang Tao felt extremely guilty, and his face turned dark as he was surrounded by a group of people accusing him. But Meng Qiuqiu wouldn't let go, so he could only keep his posture bent towards Song Zhizhi.
"Sister Zhizhi, ask your brother to let me go. I'm the squad leader. It doesn't look good to be like this, and there is really no one in the class to sign up. My intention is just to use you to make up the numbers. There is no other meaning. You can choose
You can abstain, you can also choose to try, or you can abstain after trying, it’s all up to you, really!”
His tone became more sincere and he kept struggling. Song Zhizhi's eyes signaled that Meng Qiuqiu had to let go of him, snorted coldly, and stood behind Song Zhizhi.
The school's loudspeaker was still urging students to review. Song Zhizhi took a deep breath and said, "Okay, just wait for me, and I will come back to settle the score with you!"
After saying that, he ran directly to the reviewing stand.
Meng Qiuqiu couldn't get past the cordon. In disbelief, she looked at Xia Baoer, Zhang Xiao and others, "Does she mean she wants to participate in the 1500-meter long-distance race to compete with her sixth-grade classmates?"
"Probably!" Zhang Xiao was not sure. Song Zhizhi didn't seem to be such an irrational person, but the meaning of those words seemed to be...
Xia Baoer shook his head and then nodded, "Sister Zhizhi never gives up. I guess...if it doesn't work, there is a high probability that she will give up!"
Meng Qiuqiu: "You talk the most nonsense!"
At this time, the fifth-grade 1500-meter race was going on. Song Zhizhi and other sixth-grade students wore small vests and chose the track to wait.
The students from other classes formed a circle around Song Zhizhi and surrounded her like a circus, asking, nagging and caring about her, hahahaha!
Even the teacher in charge of the inspection was shocked. When he saw Song Zhizhi, his eyes were always: Why are you here!
Song Zhizhi looked helpless and nodded: Yes, it's her!
Before the last game ended, the news of Song Zhizhi's participation spread throughout the sixth grade. When she stood on the field, the whole audience cheered.
"Song Zhizhi, it's Song Zhizhi. She actually participated in the 1,500 meters. I didn't even dare to sign up. It's Song Zhizhi, she's so amazing!"
"Song Zhizhi, you are so brave, you are my idol!!!"
"Come on Song Zhizhi, come on Song Zhizhi!"
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Song Zhizhi's hearing was very good. When he heard these words, he faked a smile: Thank you, there's no need for that. I'm not brave at all, and I don't want to be an idol at all...
But suddenly, the system in her mind beeped.
[Ding, the Good Luck System has detected other people’s appreciation, love, praise and other emotional values for the host. The points are +3. With Good Luck, you will have a good future. Please continue to work hard, host!]
[Ding, the Good Luck System has detected other people’s appreciation, love, praise and other emotional values for the host. The points are +18. With Good Luck, you will have a good future. Please continue to work hard, host!]
[Ding, the Good Luck System has detected other people’s appreciation, love, praise and other emotional values for the host. The points are +26. With Good Luck, you will have a good future. Please continue to work hard, host!]
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Song Zhizhi's smile immediately became truly happy, hahahaha, is this a blessing in disguise?
You can have points, you can have courage, and you can just barely act as an idol, it doesn’t matter!
She waved to the students sitting around the playground, and then stood on the track with other contestants to prepare. With the bang of the command gun, all the contestants rushed out like arrows.
Song Zhizhi also tried her best, but after all, there was no difference in her height, legs, length and physical strength. She was at least 20 meters away in less than ten seconds.
Three minutes into the race, he was thrown more than a lap away. Song Zhizhi herself felt very uncomfortable. Although she adjusted her breathing and pace, she didn't take any wind, and her lung capacity felt completely insufficient.
She ran slower and slower, and after 800 meters, she could only half run and half walk, but no one blamed her.
"Song Zhizhi, if you really can't do it, come down and give up. No one will laugh at you!" Teacher Tan had already gotten off the stage and ran after her, and Meng Qiuqiu was also beside her.
"Zhizhi, come down, don't run to death, stop, I will carry you back!"
Song Zhizhi rolled her eyes at Meng Qiuqiu, "If you don't know how to speak, don't speak!"
"I can persist!" Song Zhizhi nodded resolutely, and quickly accelerated to get away from the two of them. The playground was filled with cheers one after another.
The cheering script on the stage also changed to "Classmate Song Zhizhi, Class 1 of Grade 3, Class 2 of Grade 3... Class 1 of Grade 5... All the fourth graders are cheering for you. Classmate Song Zhizhi is surpassing himself on the track..."
The scene and the manuscript combined were completely inspiring and made all the students excited. Even the students who had secretly moved their stools back to the classroom to play all rushed back and shouted cheers together.
"Song Zhizhi, come on!"
"Song Zhizhi, come on, come on!"
"Song Zhizhi, Song Zhizhi!"
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The cheers were unexpectedly loud, more and more people were following, and the photographer in charge of taking pictures was trying hard to grab a spot. This kind of scene is rare, and it will definitely add a particularly eye-catching color to the school spirit.
He must take a few more good photos and post them on the publicity board.
Song Zhizhi couldn't hear clearly the sound of how many points were being added, because she was really too tired, especially in the last lap, half running and half walking, she felt like she couldn't breathe.
Followed by a small team of runners, the finish line was finally in front. The red line that had already been sprinted and removed was pulled once specifically for Song Zhizhi, which was full of a sense of ceremony.
Song Zhizhi was too tired to care so much, so she rushed over perfunctorily, and then walked slowly with her hands on her hips and panting amidst the cheers of everyone.
Meng Qiuqiu followed her behind with a glass of water, "Zhizhi, drink water, just drink water and you'll be fine. Come on, I've been carrying it for a long time!"