Wen Yu put away his cell phone and looked at the empty building from afar through the playground. The sun sets very quickly, and the light spots quickly slanted westward from the window frame to the outline of the building, and then left the empty building area. He looked at it silently for a while, but did not go over to confirm the figure, and turned around and went home.

The twenty-three people selected for the phalanx must arrive in advance. He got up early on Monday, but the sports meet was held in the stadium in the district. Wen Yu was not sure about the road conditions nearby and almost arrived late.

Although they all arrive on the line, "almost late" will seem more careless, while "calculating the time correctly" will be more at ease.

He used to be the latter, but today he was not very happy to be the former. Stepping into the gate of the stadium, Wen Yu forced himself to pull the corner of his mouth and smile.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's not too late, just right." Ge Ran glanced at his phone and smiled, "Come on, come on, go first, walk from here to the rostrum, we step on a seat. Let's go again and then change clothes."

After discussion by the class committee member and balanced the theme, aesthetics and price, the opening ceremony clothing was chosen as a combination of boys' shirts, black shirts and plaid skirts, which was simple but looked energetic and showed off their figure.

The people in Class 6 used the fragmented time at noon and after evening self-study to practice marching for a few days. Finally, it was time to accept the bag. Wen Yu put the bag on the side of the playground. When he went back to the stand, he heard Ge Ran shouting Fu Yuhan's name.

He arrived?

I didn't see Fu Yuhan's figure just now. At this time, Wen Yu discovered that there was a man wearing a white cotton T-shirt jogging on the other end of the circular track.

Hearing the shout, Fu Yuhan crossed the playground and jogged slowly to the place where he gathered. The sun just rose, and a little light shone through the clouds, illuminating the scattered beads of sweat that oozed out of his forehead.

"Set up so quickly?" He gasped slightly.

"Everyone has arrived. Let's practice it and then put on makeup and change clothes." Ge Ran said.

"You still need to put on makeup?"

He frowned, as if disgusted. Ge Ran smiled and said, "You don't have to do it yourself."

“…can’t we not let it go?”

"cannot."

Wen Yu kept looking at him, looking reluctant, but no rebuttals were made.

Fu Yuhan stood in his position and wiped his sweat with a white towel hanging around his neck. In the middle, he turned his head and met Wen Yu's intent gaze, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Wen Yu turned back and smiled, "I think you are interesting."

Where is it? Fu Yuhan didn't understand.

But he didn't want to ask.

Ge Ran did not walk in the square formation, but was responsible for commanding the whole team diagonally in front of the queue. From the playground to the left of the rostrum, they were all stepping on the steps. The section in front of the rostrum changed to the right steps and then changed to the steps after passing the rostrum.

Ge Ran took the team over and confirmed with everyone the position of turning the right steps and the person responsible for shouting the command.

He walked in a straight line and was about to turn his face to the rostrum. Wen Yu could see the back of Fu Yuhan's head.

His hair is darker than that of ordinary people, and there is a whirl of his head, which looks a bit cute.

By the way, Wen Yu took the initiative to say: "I am so excited today, come to run early in the morning?"

“Warm up. The high jump competition is very early.”

“Where did you go on Friday afternoon?”

“…Is it related to you?”

"It doesn't matter, but if you are not in, I will sit in your seat."

"Thank you for your reminder, I will go back to school tomorrow to clean the stool."

After walking over in a straight step, it was replaced by walking, and the practice of stomping over the position was over. Xu Qianyi looked back at them and smiled: "I thought you had a bad relationship."

Fu Yuhan: "It's not good."

Wen Yu: "It's okay."

Xu Qianyi sniffed and smiled at Fu Yuhan: "Why are you whispering all the way if you have a bad relationship?"

Where is it?

But he and Wen Yu stood in the same row, with a distance from the front and back. When they were talking, others could hear them, but they couldn't hear the content clearly, and casual conversations might be misunderstood.

Everyone wants to be classmates for a year, but Wen Yu talks to Fu Yuhan, so he can't ignore him all the time.

Fu Yuhan frowned, thinking about it too lazy to explain.

never mind.

After walking around, the girls took their clothes to the toilet to change. The boys were less particular about it. They were afraid that the toilet was too crowded, so they found a secluded place nearby and started taking off their clothes.

The entire set of clothing purchased in a unified manner is less than 100, and it can only be worn once. In order to save money, Ge Ran asked everyone to solve the problem of black leather shoes by themselves.

High school boys are not as old as they need to wear formal clothes. Several people even borrowed their shoes from their own fathers. The styles are different and the sizes are not suitable. Several pairs look particularly rustic when worn on their feet. A group of half-grown teenagers gather together to laugh at each other.

Wen Yu walked to the corner and took out his leather shoes from his bag and put them on.

At this time, he would never get into the crowd, and was often forced to stand with Fu Yuhan, who was also not very sociable.

"Tsk," Fu Yuhan glanced at his shoes and muttered in a low voice, "What a rich young master."

Wen Yu raised his eyelids and looked at him and asked, "Aren't you bad?"

"Just this pair, and..." Fu Yuhan walked two steps on the leather shoes he had just changed into, frowned, "I'm a little tight."

“Don’t buy new ones?”

"I can't afford it." Fu Yuhan sneered.

He saw that he had something to say, but he didn't say anything. Wen Yu's eyes turned, and he saw his eyebrows and eyes from Fu Yuhan's sharp jawline, and then suddenly withdrew it.

Looking at other people's eyebrows and eyes in a secluded place always feels haze.

After changing their clothes, they threw their backpacks into the stands and walked back to the place where they had gathered before.

The phalanx personnel need to wait on the side of the playground in class. The girls start to put on makeup for each other, and after putting on, they will mess with the boys.

Wen Yu is handsome, and seeing that he has a good temper, several girls volunteer to put on makeup; Fu Yuhan, who is one step away, is no one cares about it. Wen Yu is surrounded by a row of makeup brushes. Based on the principle of "finding a cushion before dying", he pointed at Fu Yuhan and asked, "Why don't you dress him?"

"I dare not, I'm afraid of death." The girls laughed, "Fu Yuhan's angry is so scary. Let Qianqian go, she is not afraid of Brother Fu."

"It's me again?" Xu Qianyi closed the makeup mirror with a "pop" and rolled her eyes. "Isn't it a waste of cosmetics to put on Fu Yuhan? His face is whiter than my foundation."

"I don't want to melt either." Fu Yuhan inserted his pockets and his attitude was cold.

"If you don't want to melt, you have to apply a layer of foundation." Ge Ran walked over and stuffed a box of powder into Xu Qianyi's hand, "Here, I'm bringing the first color today."

"It's a special place?" Xu Qianyi raised half of her eyebrows.

Ge Ran hit her and smiled.

Xu Qianyi took the box of powder, found a clean gourd powder puff and walked over, and Fu Yuhan cooperated to bend down.

He seemed to accept his fate, closed his eyes gently, and his cheeks were shining with the sun, which was indeed the same color as the box of powder in Xu Qianyi's hand.

Looks quite well-behaved.

Anyone who hears this comment may feel terrifying, but Wen Yu does feel so.

Think about it carefully, whether it is the blackboard newspaper, greeting card or the team leader, as long as it involves the class-related matters, Fu Yuhan finally agreed.

This is... even more interesting.

If Fu Yuhan was just an ordinary school bully who was ignorant, Wen Yu might not have been so curious, but now, the more he looked at him, the more magical Wen Yu felt.

Once the opening ceremony was completed, Wen Yu was fine. He sat in the stands with his headphones hanging on, and his eyes fell on Fu Yuhan intentionally or unintentionally.

High jump was the first project to start. Fu Yuhan changed his clothes and shoes after the opening ceremony, and warmed up and waited for people at the venue.

Those who have recorded the record in the past can wait for the person in front to compare with each other from a higher place, and Fu Yuhan's jumping height is 1.7 meters.

At this level, there are few competitors. In addition to the two sports students in Class 3, there are also people from Class 2 and people from Class 7.

The cross bar rose to 1.75 meters, and the classmate from Class 7 did not jump over. He felt a little regretful. He walked to the side to drink water, and from time to time he even spoke to the onlookers.

The venue was in an open space on the edge of the plastic curve. When there were too many people watching, it was easy to retreat to the runway, which affected the contestants' running. The nearby referees came to drive them away several times, but the effect was not obvious.

Wen Yu was lazy when he sat in his seat, and watched the crossbar rise to 1.8 meters.

The seats of Class 6's stands are not far from there. With his eyesight, he can easily look down on Fu Yuhan's expression when he was preparing to run.

So far he looks relaxed.

It was a coincidence that Fu Yuhan was preparing for the starting gun of the 200-meter sprint. The eliminated player in Class 7 was startled by the gunshots, and subconsciously turned around and took a step back at the moment when the four players passed by.

Someone moved towards the middle of the field, which was very fatal to the athletes in the run-up. Fu Yuhan naturally avoided it, but because the running-up trajectory changed, he did not jump over this height.

Wen Yu suddenly stood up.

The Sports Commission sat next to him, was startled by him, and raised his head blankly: "What's wrong?"

"It seems something happened over there." Wen Yu thought for a while and raised his chin.

"Brother Fu? Oh, I'll go and have a look!" The Sports Commissioner jumped up immediately, "I pointed at him and got me some points!"

The Sports Commission is worthy of being the Sports Commission. It has three steps in one step, jumped out of the stands in just a few seconds, and jumped to the high jump like a monkey. Wen Yu looked at him and said a few words to Fu Yuhan, turned his head to look at the other side.

If he read it correctly, the person who ran onto the fourth road just now... seemed to be from Class 2?

The second-class contestants used two tricks when they set off, and no one could tell whether he ran away unintentionally or deliberately.

Wen Yu narrowed his eyes.
To be continued...