Why are the stars indifferent

Chapter 28

After eating, he was driving Zhan Le back, and he drove the car with the windows open to blow the wind for a while, and he didn't close the windows until his face was numb.

When I went to work the next day, I checked the shift schedule. On the day of the Zhanle competition, he worked the night shift, so he was able to watch it.

Cheng Zai smiled helplessly.

The slogan of the opening ceremony of the No. [-] Middle School Games has always been gaudy. Although it is a key high school, it is relatively open. Students are allowed to be creative when they walk in the square team at the opening ceremony. They caught everyone's attention at the opening ceremony, and Teacher Liu even gave them a little time to discuss in the class meeting.

"I've been thinking about the slogan for a long time," said Liu Zhi, the sports committee, "probably since the beginning of school."

"Huh?" Teacher Liu called out.

"What did you think?" Chang Ze said, "Speak out and everyone will laugh at you."

"I thought about this," Liu Zhi glared at him, and then smiled guiltyly at Teacher Liu, "Three editions and three classes, dry out the seventh class, unite and love, and win the crown."

"Hey!" Teacher Liu shouted again.

"What happened to you in class seven?" Chang Ze shouted with a smile.

"Last time, there was a conflict between him and Class [-] when he was playing basketball," Qu Ran explained beside him, "Is there anything else? We don't want to get involved in your personal grievances."

"It's not as good as I thought," Lin Xiangxiao said in a low voice, "Three classes and three classes, the study is average, women don't wear them, men don't wear them."

"Damn." Zhan Le couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Then..." Liu Zhi frowned, "Does anyone have a better suggestion?"

"Co-author, you've been thinking about this for half a semester." Chang Ze couldn't stop laughing underneath.

"Let's combine it," Teacher Liu said, "I think 'three classes, three classes, win the crown' is pretty good."

"That's so boring!" Liu Zhi propped himself up on the podium and looked at Teacher Liu, "In terms of slogans, we are being compared by other classes!"

"As soon as you yelled that slogan, we were beaten to death by Class Seven." Teacher Liu smiled, "Save me some face, I have a pretty good relationship with the teachers of Class Seven."

"That's fine," Liu Zhi sighed, very dissatisfied, "It seems that I can only vent my resentment by myself."

"Come on," said Chang Ze, "you will surely succeed in revenge."

Liu Zhi sighed again.

The day before the sports meeting, Qi Xunjing sent out the class uniforms. Everyone paid some money to buy a black sweater with a large hood, and the lower body said that they could only wear jeans.

After returning home, Zhan Le took out the clothes and tried them on, and they looked pretty good. There was a colorful handprint on the upper waist of the sweater, and their student number on the chest, which was also in color.

When the clothes were handed out, Lin Xiangxiao bit a piece of bread and mumbled, "Like the clothes that gays parade in the streets."

Zhan Le put the hat on after putting it on, he didn't know if he looked like a gay parading in the street, but he looked like an assassin.

The hood is so big that it covers almost half of his face, and pulling it sideways reveals one eye coolly, the other eye is completely covered by the hood and shadow.

Zhan Le thought for a while, took out his phone, took a picture, and sent it to Cheng Zai.

-Handsome?

The news came back quickly.

- Class uniforms for the sports meeting?

- Mmm.

- very pretty[/rose]

Zhan Le looked at the rose and frowned.

- i suspect you have a problem here.jpg

-?

Forget it.

Zhan Le returned a grimace and threw the phone aside. After all, Cheng is in his seventies and eighties, and it is normal to have a generation gap with young people.

The sports meeting started soon. Lin Xiangxiao was not physically strong. He said he didn't want to lose face to the class, so he didn't apply for a single event. However, he was handed over to the broadcasting station by Teacher Liu. On the opening ceremony, he stood in the stands holding the script and would die. Actively reading the sentences of each class walking in the square team, when it was almost the turn of the third class, he suddenly cleared his throat, stood up straight, and looked towards the square team of the third class energetically.

Although I don't know what he is going to do, but the next thing is definitely not something a normal person can do.

The third class quickly walked into the playground. Qi Xunjing was holding a sign in front of him. Lin Xiangxiao laughed when he saw them approaching. The hand holding the manuscript was thrown back, and he said passionately: "Go on." The ones coming down to us are the second and third classes of high school, they are the second and third classes of high school, they are the second and third classes of high school, and the second and third classes of high school are walking towards us with neat steps..."

The female classmate next to him couldn't help laughing.

Lin Xiangxiao still didn't go too far, afraid of causing public anger, he cleared his throat and actually recited the manuscript for the third class.

"Fuck," Zhan Le smiled as he walked, "Pretend to be aggressive."

"We look forward to them winning the championship in this sports meeting..." Before the voice finished speaking, something fell on the microphone, and there was a sound of per, and then everyone heard Lin Xiangxiao's voice, " Come on, my sugar."

The people in the third class who just walked under the stage didn't hide it at all. They raised their heads and burst into laughter at Lin Xiangxiao before they finished shouting their slogans.

"Come on." Lin Xiangxiao bowed his head helplessly and said something to them.

"No, what kind of mentality do you have?" Zhan Le waited for Lin Xiangxiao to step down and return to the team, pointing at him and laughing, "When the first year of high school started, you spoke on stage with candy in your mouth, and in the second year of high school sports meeting, you went on stage with candy in your mouth to read word."

"The main reason is that the candy flew out and flicked the microphone." Chang Ze came over and patted Lin Xiangxiao on the shoulder after laughing. "History is always surprisingly similar."

"Nervous," Lin Xiangxiao patted his chest, took out two candies from his pocket, and stuffed one for each of Zhan Le and Chang Ze, "I'll eat something sweet to suppress it, or I'll start shaking when I open my mouth. "

"You still stutter clearly when you talk with sugar in your mouth." Zhan Le thought for a while, and then tried talking loudly with sugar in his mouth. It didn't work at all, and he couldn't help but slobber, "Awesome."

"Well," Lin Xiangxiao said solemnly, "This is a skill I have practiced since I was a child."

"Crazy." Zhan Le smiled and hit him.

After the opening ceremony, the first event to start was the sprint. Chang Ze and Qu Ran reported for the event. Zhan Le and Lin Xiangxiao stood outside the track to cheer them on.

The first two days of the project had nothing to do with Zhan Le, he ran around to cheer for others, Lin Xiangxiao didn't want to move at all, so he followed the group of girls to distribute mineral water over there.

The third day was Zhan Le's [-]. He was the only one in his class who signed up for the long-distance running except for the sports students. As soon as he entered the classroom, he received strong care from Liu Zhi, and he patted him on the shoulder very excitedly: "Come on, come on! I have glucose ready!"

"...It's not that exaggerated," Zhan Le sighed, "I'm really strong, just give me some water after running."

"Okay," Lin Xiangxiao said beside him, "he, tui."

Zhan Le didn't even turn her head, and directly raised her middle finger at him.

Cheng Zai didn't know why he woke up so early. He set an alarm clock for fear of missing Zhan Le's game, but he woke up before the alarm clock rang.

Then stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, turned over and got up.

Sports is a very distant word for Cheng Zai. He didn’t participate in college, but he took part in a relay in high school. He ran for the last baton, but because he threw the baton when the second baton was handed over, he ran again. I went to pick it up, so the person next to him was almost at the finish line before starting, and he didn't have much sense of participation after the run.

But Zhan Le said that he really wanted to go and see what a cook who can run 700 meters is like in school.

"What time is your game?" Cheng Zai called Zhan Le.

"It's still an hour," Zhan Le listened to the noise, "Are you coming? If you come, I will pick you up at the school gate, or you won't be allowed in."

"I'll call you when I arrive," Cheng Zai said, "Do you want to buy some glucose or something?"

"It's really not necessary, why are you all like this?" Zhan Le's voice was a little helpless, but still with a smile, "You can just come."

"Okay," Cheng Zai glanced out the window, "I'll call you when we arrive."

Today's weather is not bad. It has been raining yesterday afternoon and I was worried that the rain would not stop, but it seemed that the worry was in vain. The sun peeked out from the clouds.

After he finished his breakfast, he thought about it and went to the pharmacy to buy some glucose, then threw it in the passenger car and drove to No. [-] Middle School.

As soon as you arrive at the school gate, you can feel the enthusiasm of the sports meeting. Many parents who came to see are waiting for their children to come out to pick them up.

"I'm here," Cheng called Zhan Le after parking the car, "Where are you?"

"I'm at the canteen at the door, come right away!" Zhan Le gave Lin Xiangxiao and Liu Zhi all the drinks he bought for other students, "I'll pick someone up, you two take it back."

"Cheng is here?" Lin Xiangxiao asked suddenly.

"Yeah." Zhan Le nodded, and ran towards the school gate with his mobile phone in hand, not paying attention to Lin Xiangxiao's eyes.

Cheng Zai hung up the phone and walked slowly to the school gate, just in time to see Zhan Le running towards him.

He was wearing a simple white T-shirt today, black sports shorts for the first time, and the sneakers he usually wears. They are very simple, convenient and handsome.

Cheng watched Zhan Le running towards the sun, gradually stepping into the shadow of the leaves and then to the spot of light on the ground. There was still a distance, but the corners of Zhan Le's mouth were already curled up.