An Yan waved a pink cheering stick in his hand and swung it vigorously in his direction a few times.I can't see the expression, but the body language shows the joy to the extreme.Who gave him that pink cheer stick, it's quite cute.Ji Qiao crossed the crowd and strode in the direction of An Yan.The corners of An Yan's mouth turned up.He put down the cheering stick in his hand and turned to Jing Yiting with a complaining face.What's wrong?
Jing Yiting glanced at his curved eyebrows and put down the cheering stick, snorted, and looked at him with condemnation.An Yan was a little weak-hearted.It's really his fault, but he is very happy to see Ji Qiao win.Wen Zixuan didn't expect that he really lost the game, he lowered his head and returned to his position with a sad face, and a few sports students next to him came to his side and asked quietly: Brother Xuan, are you okay?
Wen Zixuan shook his head.A few sports students didn't know how to comfort him, but they also saw that Wen Zixuan did his best this time.No one can think that Ji Qiao's guy not only has a good head, but also has a great body.Xiao Curly touched his head, feeling that he had to stabilize his brother, but don't worry, isn't An Yan going up three thousand meters tomorrow, I can't handle Ji Qiao, we will make An Yan angry for you!
Wen Zixuan raised his head suddenly and said to them: The previous plan is over, don't do anything to An Yan.He confessed, wiped his hair and left.One of the remaining sports students said: Then you won't have an An Yan tomorrow?
The little curly jumped up and slapped his head, and said bitterly: You are stupid, Brother Xuan said that if he doesn't fight that, where is the truth, he is uncomfortable.How do you say that, yes, it's just that the mouth is upright, An Yan and Ji Qiao have stepped on his face and jumped up, can we not do something for him?
When the time comes, he will let An Yan lie on the field, and his noble face will be embarrassed on the ground.What kind of much-anticipated school grass, top students, their Brother Xuan is not bad, okay?
The others suddenly realized, and hung his chest in praise: "With your curly hair, no wonder you mix better than us."
Curly smiled and wiped his nose proudly.That's not it, who can be as smart as him.No one cared about what happened in the corner, Jing Yiting looked at Ji Qiao who came and was angry.Come on, come on, I'm embarrassed to come, their second class lost this time, Ji Qiao won't just come here to provoke, right?
It's a pity that their squad leader is currently in a state of surrendering to the enemy, and he is completely unreliable, Jing Yiting can only start her own firepower and aim at Ji Qiao: President, our squad leader is cheering for you, if the squad leader competes tomorrow, you have to remember to cheer him on.Let Ji Qiao cheer them on, she can't win a class, and she can't be angry with them.Ji Qiao and his cooperation nodded: Don't worry, I will be the one who will help the 3,000-meter student union tomorrow, and I will personally cheer for your squad leader at the finish line at that time.That's pretty much it.Jing Yiting's impression of him was much better, and he was a little less embarrassed in an instant.The dialogue between the two sides completely ignored An Yan's opinion, the master, and he was used to it.The people around him have begun to make up for their strange relationship, and Ji Qiao is in a state of being willing to let go, so there is no way.However, Ji Qiao actually stared at tomorrow's three thousand meters.An Yan wondered how he chose such a time period.Ji Qiao looked down at him and said ambiguously: Of course it's for you.Come on.It is better to wait for him to tell the truth than to wait tomorrow to see what Ji Qiao does, and the answer will naturally appear.Chapter 12 An Yan usually exercises, plus during this time, Ji Qiao pulled him to get up early to train, thinking that although he couldn't win the championship in the competition, it was no problem to rush to the top three.The Student Council is responsible for maintaining the discipline of the athletic day and stands on both sides of the track early.Ji Qiao was also there, he was standing next to the teacher in a blue and white school uniform, his tall figure was like an aspen, straight and slender.Sensing his gaze, Ji Qiao's gaze swept over and met An Yan's eyes.An Yan saw that he had chatted with the members of the student union next to him, took a blue cheering stick from the other party's hand, and waved it at him in a thoughtful manner.He stood in the direction of the finish line, waiting for An Yan to pass.The corners of An Yan's mouth were slightly hooked.The Minister of Physical Education took two steps back, leaned in front of Shi Shanling and said bitterly: The president supports a certain player so blatantly, what should I do if some students suspect that our student union is bending the law for personal gain, the reputation of the student union, the reputation of the president, alas.Shi Shanling was surprised: The president still has a reputation?
Minister of Sports: I don't think so.Ji Qiao glanced over, and the two immediately smiled to avoid their gaze, and the Minister of Sports put up the binoculars on his chest and glanced at An Yan, and had to admit that people do have likable capital.The beautiful boy with delicate eyebrows and thin legs, compared with them like five big and three thick, there is a sense of brokenness that he wants to take care of.What's more, An Yan's smile is always on his face, and just looking at it makes me feel happy and relaxed.They will get along with each other day and night every day, and it must make sense if the relationship is good, as for those cp rumors, the Minister of Sports smiled and passed, and never took it seriously.An Yan was running up, and the chatter around was the commotion of onlookers.The support rate, which is no less than Ji Qiao, has earned him the cheers of the cheerleaders in other classes.The cheers of the girl's youth sounded, and the players around An Yan looked at him a lot more sharply.The little curly sliced disdainfully.Later, let the much-anticipated big star lie on the ground and show everyone a dog gnawing mud.Gunshots rang out, and An Yan ran with the crowd.Bypassing a few people to run to the top three positions, An Yan began to maintain a uniform pace and pressed his position in the front row.The surrounding scene had become blurred, and only the back of the frontmost player could still leave a trace.Sprint time in the final two hundred meters.An Yan's breathing was slightly messy, and her legs were no longer as light and heavy as they were at the beginning.There are still 200 meters left, and if you succeed, you can get a good place.Now that he participated, An Yan's sense of class honor and the concept of never giving up made him never stop like this.However, it is really a little tiring.The legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the swing of the body was already a subconscious mechanical movement.An Yan raised his head, his eyes were blurred with sweat from his forehead, and in the distance, a figure was standing at the end of the line.It was Ji Qiao, he was standing there with his arms crossed, An Yan couldn't see his expression clearly, but he knew that Ji Qiao was waiting for him.A force was injected into the body, and he continued to rush with all his might.The audience stared at An Yan's figure with bated breath, he was as beautiful as a light deer on the field, with momentum and explosiveness.As the distance between him and the runner in front of him closed, everyone cheered for him.In the next second, a small curly hair was inserted in the audience's sight, and he hit An Yan's body at a tricky angle.Ah, with an exclamation, An Yan was suddenly impacted, his already unstable body shook, and his legs slammed to the ground.The two hands subconsciously supported the ground, but the knee of the left foot had already hit the ground hard.Bye-bye, honors!
The little curly head did not pull back and ran to the finish line.It hurts!
An Yan lowered his head for a long time and did not move, the pain from his left knee spread to all his limbs, and the sweat of his head cut down from the corners of his forehead, and the water marks made the rubber floor bright red, the color of blood.Full!
Hua Kaichang jumped down from the audience and subconsciously rushed in his direction, but the student council members guarding on both sides immediately stopped him.it!
Wen Zixuan can't pretend to be a deep character.He can't wait to scold his mother now.Those □□ cubs, what he said didn't work, and they really went to Anyan.On the playground, many eyes were focused on the location of the accident, and they didn't even care who was the first to rush to the finish line.The Minister of Sports rubbed his hands and walked anxiously for two steps before asking: President, why don't I take someone to send An Yan to the school hospital first?
An Yan, the baby pimple of the An family, has an accident, and the teaching director is afraid that he will not go crazy.Little curly hair is really good at making trouble.Ji Qiao waited for a long time without moving, and the Minister of Sports was uneasy.Could it be that he guessed wrong, in fact, the minister hates An Yan, and he didn't react when there was an accident.Jing Yiting threw off the cheering stick in her hand and rushed to the rostrum.Such an obvious target, is the student union a rice bucket yet.None of the shouts of the people around him could reach An Yan's head, and he endured the initial pain and finally reacted.He moved his torn palm and slowly stood up.The afternoon sun shone on his head a little dizzy, he covered his forehead with his right hand, and the ash on his fingers rubbed against the corners of his forehead, An Yan grinned at the position where the flowers bloomed, and waved his hand to signal that he was fine.!
Hua Kai Chang dragged the development belt back two steps and no longer entangled with the members of the sports department.Manman, let him not make trouble.An Yan looked at the finish line, the rest of the people had already finished, and the little curly hair that hit him was grinning at him, smirking.There are still a hundred meters left.He exhaled and slowly moved his left foot.There was some pain, but fortunately it was only a small injury, but it was a little difficult to move.But it's just a little bit of a journey, how can you do it if you don't finish it?
His fingers wiped his eyes that were stung by sweat, and An Yan moved towards the end step by step.A smile appeared at the corner of Ji Qiao's mouth.There was an uproar in the audience, and no one thought that An Yan would continue to insist on walking.I've lost everything, and I've got an injury on my leg, so there's really no need to go on.An Yan ignored other people's thoughts and insisted on going down.Ji Qiao's figure running on the field that day was still rooted in his eyes.Ji Qiao is still waiting for him at the end of the line.In just a distance of 100 meters, with the slowly moving figure on the field, everyone's doubts began to gradually change.Get out of the way, I'll come.Jing Yiting ran back to the class area, snatched the drumstick in the boy's hand, and struck it hard, second class, come on!
The voice shouted by the thin body spread to the entire class, and the students of the second class were stunned for a moment and shouted in unison: Second class, come on!
Squad leader, come on!
The beating of the drums and the heart-rending shouts resounded throughout the arena, An Yan walked very slowly, and there were injuries on his body, which looked very embarrassing, but because of this, it was also more infectious.The enthusiasm of young people is always the easiest to ignite, and with the shouts of the second class in unison, the whole arena sounded the sound of cheering for An Yan.They felt the same way, as if they had also become a member of the second class, and they were also proudly moving forward after being injured.An Yan's mind became clearer and clearer, and the pain made it easier for the body to see the things in front of him.An Yan saw Ji Qiao's figure, just one step away.As promised yesterday, he stood at the finish line and waited for him to pass.An Yan smiled and walked towards him.One hand was already ready to hold him, Ji Qiao took the opportunity to let him press his body on his arm, and the free hand stroked An Yan's back.An Yan's hair was moist, and her handsome cheeks were covered with sweat.It's not vibrant, but it's unusually cute.In the overwhelming cheers for An Yan, Ji Qiao lowered his head and boasted in his ear: Welcome to the end, hero.Ji Qiao squatted down, dragged An Yan's arm on his shoulder, and carried him steadily to the place where the school medical office was.The Minister of Sports looked at the good scene of the two brothers and was surprised: The president really didn't hate An Yan.He didn't wait for an answer for a long time, he looked at Shi Shanling, and looked at the last picture with a look of contempt for paramecium.A ginkgo biloba was planted on the road to the school hospital, and Ji Qiao stepped steadily over the yellow leaves.An Yan was lying on his shoulder and was a little uncomfortable.He wanted to struggle, how could a boy be carried by others casually, but Ji Qiao's arm was like an iron cast, stuck in the crook of his leg, and he couldn't move at all.Forget it, anyway, it does hurt in the leg, and Ji Qiao is willing to carry it, so it's good to carry it.After a little struggle, he accepted the facts, lying motionless on Ji Qiao's back, his face silently a little red.Except when I was a child, my brother and father carried it, no one else did it again.When he arrived at the school doctor's office, Ji Qiao finally put him down.The school doctor is still on the playground, so there aren't many people in the school doctor's room.An Yan limped to the edge of the bed and sat down, her two white legs exposed under her shorts.On the knee of the left leg, an extremely noticeable bruise remained.Next to the wound were black dust and pebbles.The gray was stained with red blood, and it looked dazzling when it landed on An Yan's sitting legs.Ji Qiao made a phone call and asked where the medicine for the fall injury was, and walked over with disinfectant and Yunnan Baiyao.An Yan subconsciously shrank his right leg.He was a little scared of it.The relatively developed perception ability allowed him to simulate the pain of the potion spraying on his legs in his head before he was baptized by the potion.Ji Qiao deliberately gestured up and down for a long time, satisfied with the little expression he opened and closed.Fear?
An Yan opened his eyes and shook his head and refused to admit it.Ji Qiao took this opportunity to sweep the scars on his legs in front of him, disinfect and rub the medicine in one go, and finally tied the bandage cleanly.After a slight tingling, An Yan looked at his movements in a daze: Why are you so skilled.It's not that my grandfather has exercised me since I was a child.Ji Qiao said lightly, and began to grab his hand again and hurriedly worked, but he is not as gentle as me to you, it is a fuss to laugh at you for being cowardly when the cotton swab is pressed on your leg, and in the end I can only be self-taught.An Yan's palms and fingers were bruised to varying degrees, and on the original pink fingertips, ash and blood were entangled.Ji Qiao frowned, grabbed his fingertips, and carefully wiped the dust little by little.An Yan just kept watching him busy, and when Ji Qiao raised his head, he subconsciously skimmed his eyes like a thief.I don't know why, but I feel a little embarrassed.The young man's head tilted out of the window, Ji Qiao raised his head, reached out and rubbed the corner of his eye that he didn't know if it was tears or sweat, and wiped it on his lips.It's sweet.Chapter 13 The interior is extremely quiet, except for the large pink sunset outside the window flowing above the sky, giving the interior a warm tone.A loud noise came from outside the door.I'm not going, I'm not wrong.Shut up, I'll be quiet, and don't make any more trouble!
The back is Wen Zixuan, as for the front one, you sit for a while.Ji Qiao patted An Yan's hair, turned around and walked out of the infirmary.Sure enough, what came with Wen Zixuan was the little curly hair that bumped into An Yan, Ji Qiao covered the door of the house softly, and looked at the two with a slight anger in his eyes: What are you doing here?
Xiao Curly was originally reluctant to apologize, but Ji Qiao's eyes swept over, his heart trembled, and he shrank his neck with a white face.Ji Qiao before, was it so terrible?
Wen Zixuan sighed, stood in front of the little curly, and tried to straighten his body to face Ji Qiao: We are here to apologize, Xi Ben is going to hit An Yan for me, if there is any punishment from the school, I will bear it.Xi Ben's expression changed reluctantly, and he dragged him and shouted: Brother Xuan, why did you admit it?
Don't be noisy!
Wen Zixuan stopped him and stared at Ji Qiao pleadingly, they wanted to hit An Yan because I had said bad things about An Yan before, and the mastermind was me.Ji Qiao crossed his arms and stared at a farce in front of him, and then said coldly: It seems that your companion still doesn't know what he did, and deliberately hurt the younger son of the An family, compared to us, the school is more worried about whether it will be blamed because of you, as for me