Airborne Learning God

Chapter 13 The Games

The thousand-meter long-distance race that She Jian signed up for has always been a very interesting event, and this time it is even more so.

Because among the contestants, there is a school bully and a school grass - She Jian.

The girls who were so hot that they looked sluggish were inspired a lot when they saw She Jian coming on stage, and they all opened their eyes wide to watch, and by the way, they pulled their good girlfriends around and crazily bit their ears.

Due to the delayed time because of the mung bean soup, when She Jian went to report, the race on the spot was already halfway through, and it was about to be a thousand-meter long-distance race, and his sportswear hadn't changed yet.

She Jian is not a particular person, he just puts on his school uniform and prepares for the game. Anyway, the school uniform is fat and fat, so it can be regarded as a kind of sportswear, isn't it?

"She Jian is so handsome!"

"Who said it wasn't? I heard from those who have been with him since junior high school that She Jian's family is very rich!"

"Huh?! It doesn't look like it!"

……

There were girls from other classes chatting behind her. Originally, Zheng Aiqing didn't care, but the person she was chatting with was She Jian, and Zheng Aiqing unconsciously raised a little interest and listened.

then……

——She Jian is the rich second generation? Hey, can't you tell?!

Sun Yuchang, who moved to Zheng Aiqing's side, should have also heard the conversation between the two girls behind, he smiled, "I don't see it clearly?"

Zheng Aiqing asked along, "What can't be seen?"

"She Jian is a matter of the rich N generation." Jiang Lu reached out to the thermos, but was slapped on the back of his hand by Sun Yuchang, and he retracted his hand silently, "It's not like that."

Zheng Aiqing looked at She Jian who was doing warm-up exercises on the court, nodded, and asked, "So, how many of you are too?"

Jin Chuanpeng raised his hand and stroked his hair, "Isn't that necessary? Why, don't we look alike?" The movement was very deliberate, and he shook his wrist emphatically.

Zheng Aiqing looked at the watch that looked very "extravagant" at first glance, and said, "Like."

Everyone's aesthetics are different, Zheng Aiqing does not make any comments on Jin Chuanpeng's watches.

Jiang Lu was not surprised, "Babai is like this. If you get something you like, you have to run to us and talk about it. Just get used to it. However, his watch is more than 300 million. It is specially made and unique. Hey, it's..." He spoke for a few seconds, "Well... the way to get rich and powerful."

Jin Chuan Peng died fish eyes, "Lu Zi..."

"A few days ago, Babai got a Tang Dao, and he kept showing it off to us." Sun Yuchang poured out a bowl of mung bean soup, handed it to Zheng Aiqing, and ordered in an uncompromising tone, "Drink."

Zheng Aiqing pursed her lips tightly, and took the mung bean soup obediently. He is not a fool, and he still knows who treats him well.

With a "bang" gunshot, the thousand-meter long-distance race begins!

Zheng Aiqing still cared about the collective honor of the class. While drinking mung bean soup, he craned his neck to watch.

Among the crowd wearing brightly colored half sleeves and shorts, the person in a bulky purple and white school uniform is particularly conspicuous, especially when this person is still No.1.

When you want to express a person's speed is particularly fast, you can describe it as [like an arrow flying off the string], which is a particularly commonly used classic modifier in literary works.

But there was a lot of exaggeration in those words, but today Zheng Aiqing has to admit that the Chinese language and culture are really profound and rigorous.

Really like an arrow!

She Jian's overweight school uniform was blown up by the wind, logically speaking, the resistance formed by this is not small, which is why in the long-distance running competition, the students usually change into sportswear.

But She Jian, as if she hadn't been disturbed at all, has always been in the first place, and slowly distanced herself from the second place.

Jin Chuanpeng looked at She Jian who was running fast, and said to Zheng Aiqing with a sigh, "Brother Qing, don't look at She Jian who looks like a dog, but he is actually a rough guy. Can you imagine, an old man with 20 yuan shirts, She Jian has a wardrobe at his house!"

Zheng Aiqing followed Jin Chuanpeng's words and imagined for a while, then couldn't hold back, burst out laughing, he fantasized about She Jian's appearance in an old man's shirt, big pants, and black cloth shoes, and then thought it was quite cute.

"You don't understand, the old man's shirt is cool." Zheng Aiqing looked at the game on the court, and rarely took the initiative to explain it once. It seemed that he remembered something old, and his eyes softened a lot.

It was Zheng Aiqing's grandfather who told Zheng Aiqing that the old man's shirt was cool.

In summer, Zheng Aiqing's grandfather likes to walk around in old-fashioned shirts the most, and often reads that the old-fashioned shirts nowadays are less and less breathable.

At that time, Zheng Aiqing, who was only four or five years old, was often taken by Grandpa Zheng to see patients. When Grandpa Zheng was seeing patients, Zheng Aiqing sat quietly on the small sofa in the office.

He looked at his grandfather and thought to himself, these patients would never have imagined that under the white coat of the professor who treated them was an old man's shirt that was washed out.

Oh, yes, Grandpa Zheng also said, this old shirt, the older it is washed, the cooler it is to wear.

Sun Yuchang took the bowl in Zheng Aiqing's hand, interrupted Zheng Aiqing's thoughts, and said, "She Jian also said that."

Thinking of his grandfather, Zheng Aiqing felt a little disappointed. He turned his head and looked at She Jian, who was still number one, but the distance from No.2 was getting smaller and smaller. "Is She Jian running out of energy?"

The most basic common sense is that long-distance running is best to avoid using too much force at the beginning, because it is easy to lose power. The correct approach should be to proceed step by step, keep breathing, and then sprint in the final stage.

Jiang Lu took a sip of mineral water, "Don't worry, this guy's stamina is special, no, yes, good!"

Jin Chuanpeng also echoed, "That's right, Brother Qing, don't worry, She Jian is playing with No.2, who made this kid play tricks."

No.2 once tried to knock down She Jian at the moment of starting.

Sure enough, at the last 2 meters or so, She Jian suddenly sped up and left No.[-], who had managed to narrow the gap between the two to within two meters, far behind again.

From such a long distance, Zheng Aiqing could see No.2's gloomy face at that moment.

No one is angry about this.

Sun Yuchang explained, "That person is a special talent recruited in. It is said that he was almost selected into the national team at the beginning."

Jiang Lu snorted, "Don't talk about running ability, just talk about his quality, the difference is more than a star and a half!"

Jin Chuanpeng's expression was quite strange. It was the first time he saw Jiang Lugao talking about "quality".

On the field, She Jian also said the same thing.

At the end of the game, he stretched his arms around No.2's shoulders, wiped the sweat from his forehead and chin with one hand, and said, "I heard that you almost joined the national team?"

It was a different feeling to hear those words in No.2's ears: You are the only one who deserves to be included in the national team?

No. 2's hands were clenched tightly. He wanted to break free from She Jian's shackles, but unfortunately the arm that fell on his shoulder was like an iron pincer.

She Jian brushed up the broken hair on his forehead, with aggressive and handsome eyes, and his tone was full of sarcasm, "I'm really thankful for the national team."

"You can join long-distance running teams in other countries, which can be regarded as contributing to the country, classmate."

After leaving such a half-smile, She Jian patted No.2 on the shoulder, turned and left without hesitation, and walked quickly to the audience stage, but no one saw Zheng Aiqing.

"Where's the kid?" She Jian frowned, turned her head, and said to the girls in the back row, "Bring me some paper."

Sun Yuchang hugged the thermos, "The next game is his shot put, let's get ready."

The girl in the back row blushed, restrained her excitement, and handed over a pack of wet tissues, which She Jian took and said "Thank you".

He sat down while wiping his sweat, "Have you given the mung bean soup to the children?"

"Drink it." Jiang Lu said in a resentful tone, "Before I left, I brought another bowl, and Chang Chang even hit the back of my hand."

Sun Yuchang had a cold face, "That's because you are greedy."

The corners of Jiang Lu's mouth twitched when he heard this, drinking mung bean soup is considered greedy, is the definition of gluttony so broad and low-level nowadays?

"It deserves it." With that said, She Jian turned around, handed back the wet tissue to the girl, and thanked again politely, "Thank you".

Over the years, the shot put project has not attracted much attention.

One is that the competition was not intense enough to stimulate the blood. The contestants stood there all the time and just threw a ball, which was not much to watch.

The second is that the audience seats are far away, and nothing can be seen in the shot put competition, and the target is too indistinct.

But this year's situation is obviously different from previous years. There are many more people paying attention to the shot put competition, but most of them are girls.

In order to see clearly, many students left their seats and squeezed to the front, leaning on the railing of the auditorium to peek.

Even the girl who lent She Jian wet tissues just now dragged her little friend to the front.

Jin Chuanpeng crossed his legs and looked like the second generation ancestor, "The Sports Committee is really right in saying that it's just our brother Qing's face, so don't be a pity. With him here, you really don't have to worry about being left alone."

One month is enough for Zheng Aiqing's appearance to spread throughout the middle and high schools of No. [-] Middle School.

Not to mention, on the first day of the class placement assessment, Zheng Aiqing confronted the "little bully" Jiang Lu in front of all the freshmen.

"What's wrong with the girls nowadays? They don't like tall and mighty men like me, but they like Zheng Aiqing's." Looking at the girls who were so enthusiastic, Jiang Lu's tone was full of sourness, "Such a man is not suitable for them. My boyfriend has fairer skin than me, looks more beautiful than me, has longer legs than me, and has a thinner waist than me. When we get along together in the future, won't we feel inferior in comparison? It's so insecure."

Jin Chuanpeng didn't refute, he just patted She Jian's shoulder with a smile, and taunted, "You are not as good as a newcomer. Look at the meaning, my brother's position as a school grass is not guaranteed."

"It's long gone." Sun Yuchang said.

Seeing that She Jian was only frowning, looking directly at the game in the distance and the girls with throbbing faces, and didn't answer, Jin Chuanpeng pushed She Jian, "Why don't you talk?"

"Pink Skull." She Jian glanced at Jin Chuanpeng.

In the next second, his eyes fell on Jiang Lu, those eyes were dark, and Jiang Lu didn't know how to describe that feeling.

"How do you know, kid, how long are your legs and how thin is your waist?" When She Jian asked this, her eyes flashed. The small piece of porcelain-white waist that the kid showed when she threw the shot put just now It is indeed very thin and white, but if he is not mistaken, the child seems to have abdominal muscles, which should be no less than his visually.

——This is a proposition of Taoism!

Jiang Lu licked his palate, and said wittily, "I guessed blindly."

In fact, he didn't even think about what he said, it was just a casual remark, no one thought it, She Jian really took it seriously, and it was more serious.

After realizing it, Jiang Lu came back, and She Jian's reaction was similar to his reaction when his family's rice balls were robbed of dried fish.

By the way, Fantuan is a male silver gradient raised by Jiang Lu who has lost his testicles. He is very clingy and possessive.

The whole morning passed quickly, Zheng Aiqing was weak after all, she only got No.3 in shot put, and she didn't get any ranking in sit-ups, but this did not affect the girls' admiration and admiration for him like a tide .

Even because of these two competitions, Zheng Aiqing didn't know it and made a lot of fans.

Zheng Aiqing's "eight-pack abs" was "unfortunately discovered" when he was doing sit-ups.

The boys thought to themselves, what the hell, this Zheng Aiqing is a real bull 13, she doesn't make a sound, she looks like she can fall down when the wind blows, but in fact, her eight-pack abs are neatly sized under her clothes.

The girls thought to themselves, it’s over, it’s over, how can the male god be so good, he is a representative of looking thin and fleshy in clothes, and his boyfriend is max!

Zheng Aiqing didn't know what everyone was thinking, he just kept clutching his school uniform pants pocket.

Zheng Aiqing thought to herself, it was really dangerous just now, who knew that school uniform pants pockets are so unreliable, just doing a few sit-ups, the shadow pen can fall out.Fortunately, he was quick-witted and quickly lifted up his clothes to cover them, otherwise he would be ashamed and lose his hair.

Others practice their abs, but he relies on painting. Once he is discovered, tsk, he will be ashamed.

It's just that the shadow pen is a bit melted by the sun, and Zheng Aiqing is frowning. I don't know if Dr. Cai will chase him with a scalpel after he finds out.

[The author has something to say]: She Jian (silently covering her four-pack abs): The kid has eight-pack abs QAQ

#校霸She Jian, online self-abased#

Abdominal muscles are going back to school today, and I am really desperate to carry a big suitcase up and down the stairs...