The next day, the morning light faded.

Tan Min got up early, her ankles were no longer swollen and painful, and she could get out of bed and walk.

"It looks like it's almost good."

Mu Junlan smiled happily.

"Uh-huh!"

Tan Min stood up on tiptoes and jumped slightly. She looked very excited, like a cat that had finally escaped from the cage after being locked up for a long time.

"I made some fried sweet potato pancakes and tempura fried shrimp, which you were craving for before."

Mu Junlan said, placing a prepared food box on the table and filling the thermos cup with hot milk.

"thanks Mom!"

Tan Min felt very happy because the sweet potato pancakes and fried shrimps made by her mother were very delicious and she could share them with Su Songyi when she brought them to school.

He will definitely like it, Tan Min thought innocently, put the lunch box and milk into a rarely used shoulder bag, and then jumped out of the door.

Walking on the cold street, the girl's mood was particularly bright.

On the other side, Fang Zhihua was changing shoes in the cloakroom, with a bun in her mouth.

Min Yuchan used a hair dryer to blow dry her hair.

Su Songyi was neatly dressed and tied her scarf.

"Songyi, how about going to the house I bought tonight with Zhihua? If you feel satisfied, we can move there."

Lu Yiyi looked at Su Songyi and said softly.

"I have no objection. I listen to Sister Zhihua."

Su Songyi nodded slightly.

He has lived in this home for a long time and has long been accustomed to the temperature of this house. He is really not used to it when he suddenly has to move to a strange environment.

After going out, the three of them walked together.

"Do you wear gloves when washing dishes?"

Fang Zhihua pushed Su Songyi's arm and asked softly.

"Um?"

"The water is too cold in winter. If you don't pay attention, you will get frostbite."

Fang Zhihua's voice softened.

She tried to wash the dishes last night, but the water in winter was too cold, and the water flowing in the faucet seemed not to be water, but a sharp knife.

"You feel sorry for me?"

Su Songyi asked in surprise.

"Well, it hurts in your hands, and it hurts in my heart."

Only then did she realize that Huan Tian was shameless and honest.

"Since you feel sorry for me, just wash the dishes yourself."

Su Songyi blinked.

"But I would rather feel heartache than physical pain."

Fang Zhihua said and smiled.

In front of Su Songyi, she was so shameless that it was staggering.

A dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, as long as it doesn't hurt your own hands.

Su Songyi just smiled and didn't say much.

After arriving at school, Min Yuchan and I ran a few laps on the playground as usual.

On this day, Huang Jialuo didn't come up to strike up a conversation, he was just busy with his own training.

Yang Xueqing came over holding milk tea as usual.

"Jia Luo, here!"

"Wait a moment, I'm training."

Huang Jialuo didn't even raise his head, his tone was indifferent.

"good!"

Yang Xueqing agreed repeatedly and walked to the finish line holding milk tea and a timer in her hand.

Huang Jialuo walked to the starting line wearing sportswear.

The moment he started running, Yang Xueqing pressed the timer with tacit understanding.

Huang Jialuo was galloping on the 100-meter dash track. The moment he crossed the finish line, the timer ended.

"11 seconds 28!"

"Jia Luo! With these results, I can join the provincial team!"

Yang Xueqing smiled happily and jumped for joy.

"Manual timing is inaccurate and the deviation is huge."

Huang Jialuo wiped his sweat with his clothes and continued walking towards the starting line.

"That's right, I worked very hard!"

Yang Xueqing said very seriously.

She had just concentrated all her attention, and at the moment Huang Jialuo started running, when she pressed the timer, she even felt that it could be accurate to milliseconds.

"What do you know?"

Huang Jialuo looked impatient, Yang Xueqing opened her mouth, but stopped talking, slowly becoming disappointed.

When he got there, he once again made a squatting start.

I recited silently in my mind for three seconds, then started running, like an arrow leaving a string.

Yang Xueqing stood at the finish line and looked at him. The young man with piercing eyes had a face full of strength and perseverance.

His goal is to run within 11 seconds. Only in this way can he have a glimmer of hope of becoming a national first-class athlete.

The selection standard for the national team is 10.6 seconds, an extremely demanding result.

As for running under 10 seconds, he didn't dare to hope.

Su Bingtian is the only yellow person in the world who can run 100 meters under 10 seconds.

As for Usain Bolt, he is the king of the 100-meter track and an insurmountable peak among all sprinters.

His 100-meter dash at the Berlin World Championships set a world record of 9.58 seconds.

Only those who have truly shed blood and sweat on the track can deeply understand what this means.

What's more intriguing is that this is the limit of human beings, but not Bolt's limit.

This time, Huang Jialuo ran harder than last time, and all the muscles in his body became extremely coordinated, like a precise instrument.

"11 seconds 41!"

Yang Xueqing pressed the timer. Seeing that Huang Jialuo was a little frustrated, she comforted her softly: "Jialuo, I think you ran better this time, but you started a little slower than before."

Huang Jialuo's breathing became heavier and he became more and more irritable.

"Let's rest for a while before running."

Yang Xueqing walked over and handed her milk tea.

"Can you please leave me alone?"

Huang Jialuo waved his hand in displeasure, and the milk tea fell to the ground. The warm liquid dripped on the track, exuding heat in the winter.

Huang Jialuo was silent for two seconds.

"Feel sorry!"

At this time, Min Yuchan and Su Songyi finished their sprint and walked towards the milk tea shop. Huang Jialuo watched with a confused heart.

Yang Xueqing froze on the spot, her palms empty, looking at the milk tea that fell to the ground, feeling lost.

Huang Jialuo didn't think about comforting her at this time. He just picked up the clothes on his chest and wiped his sweat before walking to the starting line.

Yang Xueqing watched him gradually move away. For some reason, her nose became sore and her vision gradually blurred.

This scene was seen by Su Songyi and Min Yuchan, but neither of them stopped.

"I heard from Zhihua that you like that girl a little bit."

Min Yuchan looked calm and authentic.

"Well, I like it very, very much, not a little bit."
To be continued...