When the entrance ceremony ended, it was almost eleven o'clock.
The teacher is more strict in checking the freshmen, but the second and third year students are all old-timers. Those who don't have competitive events all find excuses to leave.
At eleven o'clock sharp, the games started one after another.
Shen Qinghe's project was relatively late, so he went back to the dormitory and changed into sportswear and put on sports shoes that he had not worn for a long time.
After changing clothes, when she came back, her class's viewing area had already been occupied by another class.
Wen Jingjing came to meet her and waved to her: "Qinghe, here."
"Changed the land?" Shen Qinghe guessed.
"There are too few sophomores and seniors, so the teacher makes them sit together."
Wen Jingjing occupied a good position with two bottles of water and pulled her to sit down.
Shen Qinghe stood motionless.
The person next to him had his face covered with clothes, his body was leaning against the classmates in the back row, and his long legs were slightly slanted, occupying most of Shen Qinghe's position.
Shen Qinghe's eyebrows knitted together, wanting to remind him loudly.
"Xiaozhi and Xiaoxiao have something to do. They said they would come back before your competition."
Shen Qinghe was not the kind of character who insisted on being accompanied by others, so he sent a message to them: Take your time and be busy, there is no need to rush back for me.
Looking at the man condescendingly: "Brother, move."
The man didn't hear it, but the classmate who was leaning against him looked panicked: "Stop yelling, he's angry. Can you change positions?"
Shen Qinghe was unhappy and raised his voice slightly: "To be honest, after sitting together, there will be no space around. What's more, it's not good for one person to stand in the same position as two people, right?"
The atmosphere was quiet for a moment, and the patrolling teacher was walking this way.
The classmate pushed the sleeping man.
The person who had been leaning forward moved twice and slowly opened his clothes.
Perhaps he had slept in the dark for too long, and was a little uncomfortable with the current brightness. His eyes were slightly squinted, and there was a frightening temperature in them.
Jiang Yao raised his drooped eyelids and glanced at the person in front of him.
After seeing the person clearly, most of his sleepiness disappeared in an instant. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes and he quickly returned to calm. He put away his cannibalistic expression, patted his legs cynically, and deliberately teased her: "Come, sit down."
Little did he know that in Shen Qinghe's eyes, he was like the madam in Yihong Courtyard, standing at the door, waving his handkerchief, greeting passers-by: "Uncle, come and play~"
Jiang Yao didn't respond for a long time and stared at him for two seconds.
He sat up slowly and retracted his legs.
Shen Qinghe stood motionless.
Jiang Yao threw his coat on her seat again, and she sat down.
Seeing his reaction, the people behind him were very polite and cleverly shouted: "Hello, sister-in-law."
Shen Qinghe's face was slightly flushed, and he didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or embarrassment.
Jiang Yao lazily leaned back, resting his arms on the legs of the person behind him. There was a hint of joy in his expression, and his tone was fierce: "Don't scream, you'll be called shy."
Shen Qinghe was inexplicably shy: "How can it be~"
He punched his chest angrily.
With a "boom", the students behind opened their eyes wide.
People hit you on the chest with small fists, but she beat you to death with big fists.
Jiang Yao rubbed his heart without changing his expression, the smile on his lips did not diminish, and his voice was lazy: "Oh~ then just call."
Shen Qinghe:???
A hint of unnoticeable joy quietly rose in my heart.
Wen Jingjing, who had been observing silently for a long time, looked complicated.
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Inspection for the shot put competition begins.
Count people outside the playground.
Wen Jingjing hurriedly helped Shen Qinghe put on his number plate.
The students guarding the gate on the playground are freshmen and are not accommodating at all. Anyone without a competition number plate will not be allowed in.
Therefore, she was stopped outside the playground.
I could only watch Shen Qinghe go in helplessly.
This was the first time I went in without Shen Qinghe, and I was slightly worried.
Shen Qinghe was in a relaxed mood and not so nervous. The important thing was to participate!
But why does she feel that she has entered the "Giant Kingdom" by mistake?
The body size difference is a bit big, their arms seem to be twice as thick as hers.
The contestants' eyes would fall on her slender arms from time to time, either sarcastically, mockingly, or with contempt.
Shen Qinghe looked at his nose and his nose, secretly praying that she would be thrown in the back because she didn't want to be too embarrassed.
"Stretch it all, don't hurt yourself."
There are a few sports students who are quite active.
Shen Qinghe followed suit.
When the game started, the referee called: "3107, Yang Weiwei."
Seeing that Shen Qinghe's body shape was similar to his own, Yang Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone was embarrassing her with her.
The other contestants look down on this delicate one.
Yang Weiwei leaned back slightly, held the ball in his hand and placed it a little above his shoulders, half-turned two or three times, and pushed it out seemingly effortlessly.
"Wow!"
The first landing point of the shot put is outside the pit. The referee steps on the landing point and another person is responsible for measuring it.
"12.5 meters."
It's so impressive that I won't dare to look down on a thin little girl again.
The second throw was 11.7 meters.
"The next one, 3211, Shen Qinghe."
Shen Qinghe was on the verge of crying but had no tears left. He seemed to be in a competitive position after rushing to catch a duck.
Having learned the lesson from the previous one, they are particularly looking forward to her performance.
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The high jump competition on the other side of the playground is also going on at the same time.
Many players nearby were actively doing warm-up exercises.
Only Jiang Yao stood lazily on the spot, making no big movements and briefly moving his wrists and ankles.
Watching the opponent's game with distant eyebrows and indifference, not showing much emotion.
Lu Jinbai couldn't help but take a few more glances. He didn't know if it was his imagination. Brother Jiang hadn't competed yet, but he seemed to be the champion.
look around.
In the shot put group, there was a thin and small person.
After taking a closer look, he pushed Jiang Yao, ignoring the impatience in his eyes, and pointed to the shot put: "Sister Qinghe!"
A flicker flashed in Jiang Yao's eyes, he took off his Bluetooth headset and threw it along with his cell phone to Lu Jinbai, who was watching beside him.
Walked to the referee: "Can I come first? Another game has also started. I will definitely be back before the next round starts."
Lu Jinbai was suspicious: "Are you sure? What if Sister Qinghe enters the finals?"
Jiang Yao glanced at her who was about to be blocked by someone, with a clear expression on her face: "Then I will give up the game and accompany her."
Lu Jinbai cannot guarantee that he will be the champion, but he is still in the top three.
"Would it be a pity to give up like this?"
"It's not a pity for her."
After quickly ending the qualifying round, Jiang Yao put one hand in his pocket and strode that way.
Just in time for her game.
When Shen Qinghe picked up the ball from the ground with one hand, he flashed.
Learn what the previous person did and throw the shot put.
Not daring to see how far it was thrown, I looked down at the other shot put.
The expected shouting didn't come, could it be that her grades were okay?
Looking at the shot put in the sand pit, the distance seemed to be smaller than her height.
"2.2 meters."
A few boys who love drinking just wanted to coax me.
Jiang Yao glanced at them, his eyes cold, and his face seemed to be covered with ice.