- Luo Nanqiu's movements were very light, and when he took the pin, his hand rubbed his neck if not.
- A little itchy.
- Jiang Mo conditioned a deflection.
- "What's wrong?"
- "Your hand rubbed against me, it itches."
- Luo Nanqiu rubbed again - oh no, this is no longer rubbing, this is called blatant touching.
- Jiang Mo: "..."
- Luo Nanqiu's eyes were stained with a slight smile: "Is it itchy?"
- "Hurry up. Don't play hooligans in broad daylight."
- Luo Nanqiu pinned it to him and asked, "What about when the lights were dark?"
- Jiang Mo was shocked by this person's shameless, and at the same time, because his words evoked some memories of the night before, his face turned red: "Go away."
- Luo Nanqiu knew that he was ashamed, so she smiled down.
- Jiang Mo: "..." You have the nerve to laugh?
- "Brother Jiang! You and Brother Qiu both have a project this morning." Luo Rong didn't have a project today, so he simply started a volunteer and was looking for someone with the order book.
- "What project?" There was a temporary problem with the order book, which was just rushed out just now, and he hadn't had time to read it yet.
- "Men's four-by-one-hundred relay preliminaries," Luo Rong said, "I don't know what the school thought of putting the relay race on this morning. In previous years, it was usually the second day or afternoon."
- "Whatever." Jiang Mo replied casually.
- "Then you two remember to check it out at 11:30."
- "Hmm."
- Because the group of school leaders were too procrastinating, it was already 10 o'clock after the opening ceremony. As soon as the triple jump over there was over, it was their relay race.
- Class A's lineup is quite strong. The first team is Zheng Yulin, the second team is Ji Yuntao, the third team is Jiang Mo, and Luo Nanqiu is the last team.
- "I think this arrangement is very reasonable." Luo Rong said, "Brother Qiu runs fast."
- Luo Nanqiu: "..."
- As it turns out, he was right.
- The sports class that is so typical of the sports class, the relay race is their exclusive stage. The first two rods ran well, except that they were thrown a little distance by the first sports class, they were basically stable in the second.
- The third stick, Jiang Mo, steadily took the stick from Ji Yuntao's hand, and then rushed out as if flying.
- The distance in front of him was a little too long. No matter how fast Jiang Mo ran, he was still a little worse than the one in the sports class.
- The last stick Ronan Qiu.
- This was the real king...
- I saw that he took the stick and rushed out, surpassed the first place two seconds later, and pulled away more than a meter from the sports student three seconds later.
- The man from Class 16 kept his eyes straight.
- What the hell is that? If I remember correctly, wasn't it class A? Isn't class A a nerd? What's going on here? Don't play cards according to a routine? Are straight-A students all fouling like that now?
- "Brother Qiu - awesome!"
- "Brother Qiu - invincible!"
- "I said, can't you shout a bigger slogan?"
- "This is the most down-to-earth."
- Luo Nanqiu ran very steadily. He didn't even look at how far the people behind him had pulled, so he just looked straight ahead, accelerating and accelerating, so that the people behind him would not have a chance.
- At the finish line, Jiang Mo, who had completed the handover, was already waiting there and waved at him.
- Luo Nanqiu was blessed to the soul, and the speed was faster, and he crossed the finish line in a while.
- Due to inertia, he threw himself directly at Jiang Mo.
- Jiang Mo stood firm and hugged him.
- Luo Nanqiu stepped back to the side of the track to rest by his shoulder.
- The people standing around were all from Class A, and they were surrounded by groups at this moment.
- "Wow, Brother Qiu, you are really awesome!"
- "Beyond expectations."
- "I thought I couldn't take the first place, just take the second."
- "* off, my Brother Qiu - how could I tolerate him being second?"
- "It's not like he hasn't been second..."
- "What do you know, as long as the opponent is not Brother Jiang, the second is a shame for him."
- "It makes sense."
- Luo Rong looked at Luo Nanqiu lying on Jiang Mo's shoulder and said shyly, "Brother Qiu, do you need me to hug you too?"
- Luo Nanqiu glanced at him. "Go away."
- Ji Yuntao stood aside and laughed mercilessly: "Can you hug Brother Qiu too?"
- Luo Rong: "Forget it, if it doesn't grow up, Brother Jiang probably won't be able to hold it like this."
- Ji Yuntao opened his arms and said lovingly, "It's okay, don't be sad, don't be sad, let Dad hug you."