mention chicken to visit you

Chapter 13

The campus is full of people, people are everywhere, densely distributed on the gravel road, the rostrum, the playground, the track, the broadcasting department... In short, no one stays in the classroom, whether they are athletes or not, they all come out to join in the fun.

So many seniors, so many seniors, Xu Ning looked straight.

The morning course is 5000 meters, and the afternoon course is 800 meters.

Yang Ziqi took the number cloth and tied it on himself.He took a rough look at his opponents, all of them were fleshy, and it seemed that they had been exercising regularly.

In the crowded crowd... there is no Lin Dong.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the contestants seemed to run wild and disappeared.There were waves of cheers and cheers on the field, everyone was excited, and everyone wanted to see success or failure.

Lin Dong stretched out his head very hard, but still couldn't see Yang Ziqi.You can't let him push a lot of girls away, and then squeeze in by himself.Just as he was anxious, he suddenly found a gap, and Lin Dong slipped through with the wind blowing from the soles of his feet.

Finally saw Yang Ziqi on the third runway, that guy was actually wearing Pikachu.This is winter, how thick is his fat to keep out the cold.

Here comes the question, isn't this clothes thrown away by him?

Ten minutes passed quickly, and when there were almost two laps left, Yang Ziqi changed from a steady speed to a sprint.Surrounded by howling winds and phantom crowds, he was very tired. He remembered being punished by the instructor for running during military training, and he was very tired.

What are those people doing?What are you shouting for?Why can't see anything, only wind, only sweat.

Lin Dong stood at the red line with a bottle of water in his hand.He really looked at Yang Ziqi longingly. Actually, it didn't mean much. He would have waited here if he had been replaced by someone else in the class. He is the class monitor.

Huh...Yang Ziqi crossed the red line, No.2.

Lin Dong rushed up to meet Yang Ziqi who was about to collapse.The man closed his eyes, and there were thin beads of sweat on his forehead, which fell into his eyes and slid into the corners of his mouth.

The man struggled, turned over and hugged Lin Dong.

He was panting heavily, unable to utter a word.The world is turned upside down in his eyes, and only Lin Dong is in his eyes.

"Okay, Yang Ziqi, No.2." Lin Dong unscrewed the mineral water and handed it to Yang Ziqi.

Yang Ziqi lay on Lin Dong's shoulder, gurgling.

Very tiring, but very enjoyable.

At noon, Lin Dong invited all the participants in the class to have a big meal, thanking them for their contribution to the class.About twenty men and women sat at a table.

Because there was still a competition, everyone didn't drink much, and all their energy was spent on chatting.The table was full of dishes, but few people actually sat down.

"Squad leader's 800 meters in the afternoon, if you have nothing to do, go to support, it's best to pull a banner to be domineering!"

"Yes, yes, the squad leader has lost face!"

No one noticed Yang Ziqi's gloomy face in the bustle. He lowered his head, didn't move the vegetables, and didn't take half a sip of water.

Coincidentally, Shui Wanyu was sitting beside him.

"What's wrong with you, you feel uncomfortable after running?" Shui Wanyu asked concerned.

"It's nothing, just a little tired." Yang Ziqi said lightly.

For the afternoon game, Lin Dong went to the field early.He was wearing the shoes that Yang Ziqi bought for him, and in his hand was a high-end energy drink that Yang Ziqi had found somewhere.

Wang Xiaohe suddenly ran over, "Lin Dong, I'll wait for you at the finish line!"

"Okay, I think I must be the champion!"

"Where did you get the confidence~" Wang Xiaohe dismissed, but her hands were helping Lin Dong straighten his clothes.

After half an hour, the game starts immediately.

Lin Dong was fastening his number cloth, and a broadcast was separated from the noisy crowd.He froze for a moment, his hands froze, listening to the standard Mandarin on the radio.

"Lin Dong, a freshman from the Information Department, your friend Yang Ziqi has something to tell you."

Switched to another voice.

"Lin Dong, it will be your 800 meters soon, don't say much, come on, come on, come on!"

"Also, I won the last place, I don't know you fucking!"

"Come on, come on, actually I still hope you get the first place haha, this is the broadcast, other players will not be happy when they hear it."

"Don't be stupid, let's run!"

...

Maybe it was at this time that Yang Ziqi's every figure, every word, every action quickly entered and exited in his mind... In fact, he is not that annoying, is he?

Perhaps it was at this time that Lin Dong began to regard Yang Ziqi as his friend, the kind of good friend.

800 meters is very short, Lin Dong runs very fast.Crossing the finish line, he was No.1.

Overjoyed, he threw his head on Wang Xiaohe's body and hugged him tightly.

"Congratulations, Lin Dong." Wang Xiaohe patted his back and congratulated him softly.

Yang Ziqi is also at the finish line, one meter away from them.