At the annual graduation school sports meeting, as usual, after the entrance ceremony, there will be a simple artistic performance.
I don’t know what happened this year, but Class 3, which had taken on such a big responsibility, actually pushed out the uneducated school bully Yu Qing, and was given a weird performance like “English Poetry Recital”.
Just looking at the handsome boy in the performance team with a murderous look on his face, I knew it was definitely not voluntary.
From a distance, Xie Yuqing, who was sitting in the row of seats of the participating team members, couldn't help but focus half of her eyes on him.
The seventeen-year-old boy already has the figure of an adult. His posture and demeanor exude a contemptuous heroic spirit and he is not easy to mess with. His eyebrows are cold, but most of the time his eyes are sharp.
"Hey, have you heard? Your brother wants to recite poetry! And it's still in English!"
Lu Youyou didn't know whether he noticed her gaze or something, so he gloated.
She shrugged noncommittally.
But then, Yu Qing used his strength to prove to her that he was indeed not good at reciting English.
Even though Xie Yuqing, who lives in China, has never experienced what authentic American or British English is like, she still pronounces "S" as "yes", "U" as "woo", and "R" and "L"
"The feeling of indifference...
She couldn't help but cover her ears.
But the pronunciation was terrible, and the boy standing high on the stage was completely unaware of it. He read it quickly and fluently, and then jumped down the steps without looking back.
It has a cool and unrestrained attitude of waving your clothes without taking away a single cloud.
"His pronunciation is a bit strange, isn't it?" Lu Youyou commented in a low voice.
Xie Yuqing nodded, "His English scores are not very good."
As an English class representative, she often sees stacks of papers when entering and leaving the teacher's office.
Out of curiosity, she quietly flipped through Yu Qing's test paper. She could describe it in eight words: the handwriting was acceptable, but there were countless wrong questions.
"But I think his reaction is kind of..." Lu Youyou couldn't explain, and could only summarize it as, "Xinjiang flavor?"
Xie Yuqing laughed, "It's just not standard."
However, she didn't have time to focus on Yu Qing, because after the performance, there was the 800-meter race.
She was stretching and warming up on the sidelines, and her class teacher insisted on coming to cheer her up.
Originally, she and Lu Youyou were laughing and joking, very relaxed, but after being encouraged by the class teacher's passionate encouragement, she became nervous.
The air gun sounded, and Xie Yuqing was the first to rush out.
"Damn it, wait for me!"
She heard Lu Youyou's shout behind her and realized that she had increased her power too much. She was about to slow down when she suddenly met a pair of familiar cold eyes at the edge of the track near the horizontal and parallel bars.
Yu Qing was leaning against the horizontal bar, looking up and drinking water, his eyes falling on her.
At that moment, Xie Yuqing's scalp suddenly became numb, and she spread her legs and ran faster.
Probably by the time we reached high school, everyone's physical fitness had slackened. Others were left far behind along the way. As expected, Xie Yuqing was the first to cross the finish line.
Lu Youyou, who was the second to last person to cross the line, gasped for air and glared at her, "You, you are so eager to win and lose!"
Then he left unhappy.
Normally, Xie Yuqing would have run up to explain and coax her, but at this time she was too tired to talk, her mouth was dry and she just wanted to drink something.
The weather in June has just left the mildness of spring and has not yet ushered in the heat of summer, but even if I run around, it is still too hot.
She slowly walked into the teaching building while calming her breathing.
At this moment, there was a burst of rapid footsteps behind him.