Tinglan really took the initiative to notice Zhuo Yuan during this school sports meeting.
Before the team competition, there was a flag-raising ceremony for the whole school. The three previous flag-bearers were seniors in the senior year of high school, but they were academically heavy, so during the school sports meeting, the school happened to replace them with freshmen in the first year of high school.
Those chosen as flag bearers were Zhuo Yuan, Lu Kuo and Wen Jian.
Lu Kuo and Zhuo Yu'an were flag-raisers in their previous schools in the capital, so there was no doubt that they were chosen. As for Wen Jian, she was also the best candidate among the first-year students in high school, both in terms of grades and appearance.
Ting Lan on the playground first noticed Wen Jian. Because she was influenced by her parents since childhood, she would pay special attention to Wen Jian's every move. She knew that her mentality was wrong, but she would pay attention to her out of control every time.
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Just like when she looked at the results on the list before, her focus was also on Wen Jian's first place and her 50th place. After seeing it, her first thought was that it was over and she would be told by her mother again when she got home.
On the flag-raising platform at this time, the three of them were really eye-catching. Ting Lan was originally looking at Wen Jian, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the boy next to him.
In this specific environment, as a flag-raiser, he gathered everyone's attention.
His flag-raising movements were smooth and standard, his expression was solemn and serious, his eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were starry, and he was very heroic.
This was the first time that Tinglan really took the initiative to notice him, and then silently sighed that he was quite handsome. In the past, he had no specific concept of the word handsome, but now he has a specific image.
In the class queue competition in the morning, Tinglan and her class ranked behind Class 2. She stood at the front of the class and held up the class sign, while Zhuo Yuan stood in the last row, and the distance between them was very close.
Although he was dressed in the same uniform and acted in the same way, Zhuo Yuan was particularly majestic and conspicuous among the crowd.
People's focus is like metaphysics. Before this, although Zhuo Yu'an often came to see Lu Kuo or met him several times on the bus, the two of them had a lot of interactions, but for Tinglan,
He was no different from other boys in the school, and she rarely thought of him actively.
But now, because of the attention she paid when raising the flag just now, her attention was involuntarily attracted to him. She almost forgot the rhythm of her steps and almost made a mistake. Fortunately, Lu Kuo's slogan was clear and powerful, so she did not make a mistake.
Maybe it was because of nervousness, or maybe it was the strong sunshine in the morning, and her fair cheeks were stained with a touch of red.
After the game was over, all the first-grade classes stood side by side in the middle of the playground waiting for the results to be announced. Everyone started to become a little loose and chatting in low voices. Ting Lan and Wen Jian stood at the front of their respective classes and also talked quietly.
Wen Jian took the initiative: "Tinglan, do you have any competition events this afternoon?"
Tinglan answered truthfully: "Yes, 800 meters."
Wen Jian: "What a coincidence, I am also 800 meters away. But can you do it?"
Wen Jian didn't mean any harm in asking this, because he knew that Tinglan didn't like sports. Most of his classmates got full marks in the physical education test during the high school entrance examination, and Tinglan seemed to be about to pass.
"You also run 800 meters?" Tinglan only paid attention to this one.
"yes!"
Damn it, Lu Kuo, why did you sign her up? Is it too late for her to quit now? She doesn’t want to compete with Wen Jian.
With this thought in mind, she turned back to look for Lu Kuo in the class crowd and found that he was standing in the last row at some point.
Ting Lan looked at him hatefully, Lu Kuo also felt her gaze, pointed at himself, and asked with his lips