Chapter 17: Wait, I'll kick your ass tomorrow.

Spring is warming up fast on the South Side, and spring sports are being held at all schools earlier than elsewhere.

The field day lasts for two days, and these two days are equivalent to two days of school vacation for most students, as they do not need to attend classes or stay in the classroom for self-study. The more daring students even skipped two days of school.

The sun was shining on the day of the opening ceremony of the Games.

Classes are required to dress in uniform to enter the arena, and at a glance, almost every class is in school uniform T-shirts and pants.

Zhuang Fangqin wore a rare brightly colored dress today. She stood by the class line, waiting to enter.

"What's going on, all of you are listless?" Zhuang Fangqin swept the line, "Tie all your school uniforms into your waists."

"But that's ugly." Zhang Xianjing said worriedly.

"This is the opening ceremony, not a cultural performance, you don't need to look as good as you do, just look spirited." After Zhuang Fangqin finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and came closer to her, "Zhang Xianjing, are you wearing makeup?"

Zhang Xianjing shrank back, "No, I'm a natural beauty--"

"When you walk up to the leader, purse up your lips so you don't get caught," said Zhuang Fangqin, "with your mouth painted like a flower."

Zhang Xianjing immediately gave her a heart, "Got it!"

Zhuang Fangqin turned back, saw the person in the penultimate row, and the smile on his face instantly collected a clean.

"Yu Fan," she said, "did you hear everything I said?"

Yu Fan was so sleepy that he didn't have the strength to sing back and didn't care about that.

He propped up his eyelids and moved his hands in a grinding motion, tucking the hem of his shirt into the waist of his pants.

The line was vertical because of the immediate entrance.

Chen Jingshen stood at the very end of the line, dropping his eyes a bit as he moved.

Yu Fan was tucked in very sloppily, the hem of his shirt crumpled and squeezed into a ball, strangling the boys' waistline.

Chen Jingshen glanced at the other people next to him and quickly narrowed his gaze back.

How his waist is so much thinner than others.

The school rules require two classes to enter side by side, and they were next door to Class 8.

Zuo Kuan, who was quite out of it, turned his head to see Wang Luan and snorted out a laugh, "Grass, Wang Luan, your ass is so big, you look so stupid."

Both classes burst out laughing.

"Nima, why don't your class tie their waists?!" Wang Luan flushed red, "What are you talking about, who isn't a douchebag for tying their waist? Look at the other classes, they're all equally ugly!"

Zuo Kuan said, "Look back."

Wang Luan turned his head.

Yu Fan Fan lazily stood, sleepy head is hanging down, two hands copied pockets, wide school uniform to the waist that suddenly tightened, froze and tied out a kind of messy handsome.

Chen Jingshen, not to mention, although a bit frail, but the image is completely no problem, broad shoulders, long hands and feet, but if the face can be a bit of expression, can go straight to shoot student brochures.

Wang Luan: "......"

What do you mean? I'm the only guy in the school with a good waist who's behind me, right?

The opening ceremony was held for an hour before it was dismissed, and their class was assigned to the grandstand next to the podium, an excellent location, turning their heads to be able to look intimately at the school leaders.

Zhuang Fangqin is in a good mood today.

It didn't really matter to her what place she took in the games, as long as everyone in her class showed up, she didn't care if she came in last.

She took out the snacks she had purchased at the supermarket last night and gave them to the students to share, then gathered the participants in her class and emphasized to them one by one the check-in location and the time of the competition.

Yu Fan was forced to participate in two events, one relay and the other long jump, both today.

It's almost time for the inspection of the long jump, and Yu Fan rubs his eyes, intending to secretly find a place to smoke a cigarette to refresh himself.

"Metaphorical students ......"

Yu Fan turned back, it was a couple of girls in the class, who usually didn't say much.

A bag was opened towards him, it was so heavy they had to carry it in two pieces.

"We bought a little food and drink with the class money," said the girl, "There are Red Bulls in here, see you seem to be very sleepy ...... Do you want to drink a bottle?"

Yu Fan Dropped his eyes and swept them toward the bag.

Even though he didn't usually bully any of the students in the class, everyone was actually a little scared of him.

Seeing this, they were busy saying, "If you don't want to drink it, forget it ......"

The boy's hand went into the bag.

Yu Fan took out a bottle of Red Bull and said, "Thanks."

Yu Fan carried a Red Bull and poured it into his mouth in such a way that when Zhuang Fangqin looked back, he thought he was drinking in broad daylight.

The other classes were sitting sporadically, most of them going to check in or cheer on their class, and occasionally a few cheers could be heard. Only class 7 had almost full seats, everyone with their heads down doing their own thing.

Last year their class was at the bottom of the grade and it wore the class down long ago.

This time everyone was disinterested and felt the emphasis was on participation.

Yu Fan took Zhang Xianjing's umbrella and stood beside it, blocking the line of sight of the leaders on the podium and leaning against the wall to row his cell phone.

Wang Luan was sitting on the bleachers, holding chips in his hand, and his mouth hadn't stopped talking since the moment he sat down. He looked at the person next to him, "Hey no, why did you come to the games too?"

Zuo Kuan's class sat next to theirs, and Zuo Kuan and Wang Luan leaned together as if they were in Class 7: "What's the point of running away on my own when you're all here? What kind of programs have you signed up for?"

"Yu Fan signed up for the long jump and relay," Wang Luan said, "and I run the 3,000 meters."

Zuo Kuan: "You're not crazy, are you?"

"I'm not crazy, the visiting piano is crazy." Wang Luan said, "Forget it, I'll just run casually, I don't want to rush for the rankings anyway, finishing the race is a victory."

"You know you're going to run 3,000 meters and you're still eating so much?" Zhang Xianjing, sitting in the last row of girls, crossed his legs and turned around and said, "Chips and ice cream again, I'm not going to throw up on you later."

"No way, didn't I tell you? I have an iron stomach." Wang Luan hands the chips to the person next to him, "Eat, Yu Fan."

Yu Fan yawned, "No food."

He found a game in the WeChat small program to kill time, and after playing for a while, he felt that it was not as interesting as Snake. Just quit, just found that the friend circle side popped up 1 dynamic tips.

Click in and take a look.

Chen Jingshen gave a nod to one of his friend circles from two years ago.

"......"

He glanced up, and sure enough, the man in front of him had his head hanging down playing with his cell phone, revealing a long, clean neck.

Yu Fan friend circle in fact nothing content, are blindly sent, since they are sent out, he does not matter whether others see.

But somehow knowing that Chen Jingshen is sitting in front of him and still going through his previous postings line by line.

It's just, it's fucking, it's awkward.

Yu Fan sat up with a smelly face, and just when he wanted to tell Chen Jingshen not to look around, a boy took a step ahead of him and talked to Chen Jingshen.

The boy's name is Gao Shi, and he's their class president. It was also a long struggle to come forward.

Gao Shi asked hesitantly, "Chen, do you have time?"

Chen Jingshen raised his eyelids, "Huh?"

"That is, do you have time to write a broadcast script?50 to 100 words, just a few random quotes." Gao Shi says, "The school requires each class to write a radio script for each program, and right now we're missing scripts for two programs."

Zhuang Fangqin had just told him to take advantage of this group activity to try to integrate the new transfer students into the class.

He held his tongue for half a day before coming up with such a solution.

Chen Jingshen glanced at the book in his hand and didn't say anything.

Gao Shi : "You don't have to write if you don't want to ......"

"What programs are missing?" Chen Jingshen asked.

"Shot put and long jump!" Gao Shi thought for a moment and said, "But the long jump will start soon, so I'm afraid it's too late, so why don't I just change a random script for this program and turn it in first, and you write lead-"

"Give me a piece of paper," Chen Jingshen said, "and I'll write long jump."

Gao Shi quickly handed over a pen and paper, just wanted to say that this thing can be copied on the Internet, and saw the school bully took it and did it, writing like a god.

Yeah ho, the first big man in the grade doesn't bother copying templates from the internet!

Gao Shi curiously poked his head in to see--

'To Yu Fan, the long jumper of Senior Class 7.'

What? You don't have to put a name on it, do you?

Gao Shi was about to give a reminder, but when he saw Chen Jingshen hanging his head and writing seriously, he swallowed it back and continued to read-

'You, like a sword in the playground, a sunny handsome sword.'

Gao Shi: "?"

Huh? That's how you describe it?

'You stand amongst the crowd and are one of the most beautiful sights on campus.'

Gao Shi: "??"

'The whistle blew, you ran like an arrow off the string and jumped like a □□□, the arc of your leap was like a rainbow, shining in my eyes.'

Gao Shi: "????"

'I am in awe of your striving spirit, the sweat of your efforts intoxicates me, and no matter what the final result is, you are the brightest rose in my heart.'

Gao Shi : "......?"

Gao Shi stared wide-eyed and repeatedly looked up and down, unable to believe that this thing was written by the expressionless Chen Jingshen.

' - Chen Jing, Sophomore Class 7 ......'

Gao Shi snapped back to attention, just wanted to say that the school bully this is not necessary to drop the name -

"With a whoosh, Chen Jingshen's hand was empty, and the paper was taken away.

He looked up and was met with a flushed face.

What's wrong with this guy?

Red Bull is so effective that Yu Fan feels her face getting hot for a while.

The draft paper was clenched into a ball in his hand, and he said to Gao Shi, "You don't know what his language level is? You're asking him to write?"

Gao Shi : "1, 110 points level ah."

Although it's not good compared to Chen Jingshen's other subjects, it's still upper-middle level when singled out.

Yu Fan ignored him and glared down.

Chen Jingshen was sitting lower than him, and was currently looking at him with his chin tilted up, his expression cloudy and light, looking very beaten up.

Yu Fan was contemplating whether to shred the paper and stuff it in his mouth or let him swallow it dry, when Zhuang Fangqin's voice came from the front -

"Yu Fan, why are you still here?!" Zhuang Fangqin glanced at his watch, "Hurry down to check the record! The long jump will start soon!"

Yu Fan choked in his throat, "Got it."

"You know you're still standing? Come down." Zhuang Fangqin grabbed the strong man in situ, "Gao Shi, you go with him to the check-in, so that he doesn't run off halfway."

"......"

Gao Shi felt a bit unlucky.

He saw Yu Fan standing motionless, and was hesitant to press him, when the other lifted his leg and came down.

As he passed by Chen Jingshen, Yu Fan kicked Chen Jingshen's bag with his toe and warned in a cold voice, "No more writing those crappy radio scripts."

Chen Jingshen immovably twisted his pen, just to say something, the other party has hurriedly walked down the steps, leaving only a fast and whispered, "...... also damn not allowed to turn over my circle of friends."

-

Yu Fan was in the queue to check in, when Gao Shi next to him suddenly leaned towards him.

"Yu Fan, our group is a bit unlucky, all long legs and tall people, and a sports student, I guess I can't get out of the line," Gao Shi patted him on the shoulder, "but it's okay, it's all about participation, you don't stress too much, just do your best."

Yu Fan, the tallest and longest-legged person in the group: "."

He stretched, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

"Oh, there's no rush, I'll fill you up with gas before I go." Gao Shi laughed a little, "And you haven't even participated in the Games before, I'm afraid you'll forget to register after you jump."

And to register?

Yu Fan said, "As you wish."

The radio broadcast for the men's 3,000 meters came on, and Gao Shi glanced at the end of the 3,000-meter starting line, thinking that after he finished staring at Yu Fan's long jump, he would go and bring water to the students who were running the 3,000 meters.

His shirt was caught unawares.

"Wait," Yu Fan frowned, "I didn't play in the games last year."

Gao Shi was startled: "Huh? Yes, yes."

Yu Fan stared at him for a couple seconds as he recalled, "I didn't even come to the playground."

Oh no, Yu Fan doesn't think he's blaming him for not coming to the games earlier, does he?

Gao Shi : "Yes, but I know you must be delayed by something ......"

His heart was just lifting when he felt his shirt loosen and Yu Fan released him, turning around in silence.

Gao Shi took a slow breath, not daring to say anything more.

Gao Shi didn't dare to take a peek at Yu Fan until he was signing the register.

Yu Fan's face was heavy, very heavy, his eyelids strained hard, and he was cold to the point of being somewhat intimidating.

What did Chen Jingshen say before?

I've been watching him since my freshman year of high school.

Also watched his program during the games.

He went out over the wall to surf the Internet at the freshman game. What program did Chen Jingshen watch? E-sports?

Shit, Chen Jingshen tricked him.

Gao Shi stood on the edge and waited. All the athletes from other classes had people cheering before they jumped, and their class couldn't afford to be without cards.

When it was Yu Fan's turn, Gao Shi was just about to open his mouth when the boy took off at a fast run and leaped high into the air, his tall figure creating a beautiful arc in the air -

Gao Shi suddenly felt that the speech written by Chen Jingshen just now was actually not unusable.

After registering her results, Gao Shi still felt a little unresponsive.

His mouth half-open, he asked dully, "Yu Fan, you, you jumped second? Just a little bit behind that gym student?"

"That's awesome, have you practiced before? I thought you were ......"

"What time is the game, teacher?" Yu Fan interrupted him.

Their school also has a teacher program for sports, but it's not much and it doesn't count for class points.

Gao Shi: "I think there's a relay at 11:00, what's up?"

Not much.

Pick your time to hit someone.

On the way back, Yu Fan kept thinking about where to punch Chen Jingshen.

Face it, face most beaten.

Chen Jingshen will say anything to beg for forgiveness.

Can't imagine.

Will Chen Jingshen cry?

Crying and sniveling is best. Then he takes a picture of it, and the picture, along with the love letter, is posted on the school bulletin board-

Yu Fan walked out on the track with no expression on his face, but in his heart he had already beaten Chen Jingshen ten times. As he passed by one of the judges' spots, he was suddenly grabbed by the arm and yanked towards the crowd of onlookers.

He turned his head and met Zhang Xianjing's eyes.

Zhang Xianjing froze, "Hiss--why do you have such a fierce look on your face? Didn't you dance well?"

"Is it possible?" Yu Fan said, "Let go."

Zhang Xianjing didn't let go: "Where are you going?"

"Go back."

"Don't, come along and cheer on your classmates."

Yu Fan was on his feet, half remembering that it was now the men's 3,000 meter event.

"How many laps?" He asked as he stood still.

Zhang Xianjing said, "The fastest one is already on the 7th lap and will finish soon."

Yu Fan hmmm, his eyes glanced around at the half-dead figures running behind him, not finding anyone.

"Where's Wang Luan?"

"He," Zhang Xianjing sneered, "is squatting in the school building."

"?"

"That idiot ate too much food, and when he was about to check the record he shouted that his stomach hurt and ran to the toilet ...... This is not the case, the schoolboy helped him to top it."

Yu Fan was stunned for several seconds before he boomed out, "Who are you talking about?"

"The school bully, Chen Jingshen." Zhang Xianjing lifted his chin, "Here, that."

Yu Fan looked along.

Chen Jingshen is tall and thin, and he is dressed in a school uniform, abruptly squeezing in next to a group of people in sportswear.

The guy who can barely run 400 meters is competing in the 3,000 meter event?

Yu Fan : "He's a lap down?"

"How can that be?" Zhang Xianjing glared at him, "The school bully's real life doesn't show his face, he's competing with three sports students for the top three."

"??"

Before Yu Fan could react, Zhang Xianjing shouted to some students in the class next to him, "Coming, coming! It's time to sprint! Quickly! Shout!"

"Go Schoolboy!!!"

"Sprint the schoolboy! Sprinting!!!"

"Schoolboy Charge ahhhhh! Pass that little eye in front of you!!!" Zhang Xianjing shouted.

Yu Fan watched in awe as Chen Jingshen, amidst their clamor, powered up, accelerated, and then crossed the 3,000-meter finish line second.

Accelerating a bit hard at the last minute, Chen Jingshen jogged a few more steps before stopping.

He stood firm and bowed slightly after he stopped, favoring his face as if waiting for the referee beside him to report the score.

Chen Jingshen was a little sweaty, his school uniform was battered during the run, and his hair was a little floppy, all messy, the opposite of his usual serious appearance.

But his expression remained calm, that handsome face taut, setting off the few tired boys next to him.

The referee spoke a number at him, and Chen Jingshen nodded his head before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat from his chin, as all the boys did.

The taut waist and stomach shifted.

-- "Ahhhhhhh! Second! How's it going? Are the grades registered yet? Do I get to deliver the water?"

Zhang Xianjing's scream called Yu Fan back to his senses.

Chen Jingshen had apparently heard the commotion over here as well, and looked up towards him.

Yu Fan's heart skipped a beat and he quickly averted his eyes, "I'm going back."

Fighting with someone who just finished running 3,000 meters is not a good way to win.

Wait, I'll beat you up tomorrow.

But how come this guy doesn't look tired at all? Even managed to come in second out of so many gym students.

Is he better at long distance running than sprinting?

Holding on for dear life? Forget it. With that body, he'll be on the floor in two minutes-

His arms were grabbed from behind, and Yu Fan was forced to turn around before he could react.

Meeting Chen Jingshen's dark eyes, Yu Fan was slightly stunned, "You fucking--"

Chen Jingshen shifted a little and leaned straight toward him.

Yu Fan froze and subconsciously reached out to catch the man.

People taller than him fell on top of him, their heads resting on his shoulders, and he could even feel Chen Jingshen's hot body heat.

"Sorry." The man on top of him, his breath warm and deep, whispered in his ear in a weak voice as if he were about to go into shock, "Can't stand."