Chapter 26: Where is he?

"Come on, come on, sports athletes in grade one and grade three, no matter how dangerous the haze on the track is, you will all turn into glory through everything and fly to the end."
Listening to the old-fashioned cheer-up manuscripts, Lin Xingchen was already standing at the preparation location of the runway, squeezing his legs, twisting his feet, and sneaking his sights on the class landscape.
"Stars, aren't you peeking at your adult at the same table?" Luo Qinge asked leisurely. "It seems that your eyes are always in that direction."
"How could it be? I didn't find where he was for a long time ..." Lin Xingchen said suddenly and silently, because when she found out that Luo Qinge had shown an aunt's smile, she didn't know what she said. "Cough, I just want to see if he is negotiating with the person in charge of the fourth shift."
Luo Qinge resigned helplessly: "Betting on a bowl of hot and sour powder, he will definitely come back to pick you up after you run."
Lin Xingchen lowered his gaze with disappointment: "Should ... not?"
After all, he had been searching for a long time, and he did not see him in the audience. It seemed that he had disappeared when he ran over to prepare for exercise.
Wait, why is he thinking of his question today? Lin Xingchen was holding her face in her hands, and she was at a loss.
Now, as soon as you close your eyes, it is always the one who smiles and encourages herself under the stage, comforts herself gently on the rooftop, patiently tutors herself after school, and carries her silhouette on the river embankment at dusk.
"Okay, okay, it's time for the first group. I'll see you in the rest area later. I'll go first."
"Well! I will cheer well in the second group!"
Saying goodbye to Luo Qinge who has officially entered the track, Lin Xingchen was somewhat lost and looked forward to the viewing area of ​​his class. However, the position where the two had sat before was still empty, just like the girl ’s mood at this time Same: nervous, lost, and at the same time with a little doubt.
Luo Qinge ’s first group was not friendly. The school sports team accounted for only a small half, and once the starting gun fired, everyone knew that the race had been divided into two worlds.
However, for the glory of Class 3, Luo Qinge is also struggling to run. The only goal in her eyes is the players who exceed Class 4.
Fortunately, the guy is not from the school team, otherwise my old lady will not necessarily skate faster than her in roller skating.
While Lin Xingchen cheered for Luo Qinge, she accidentally glimpsed Chen Yimu who was at the finish line. The Thor, who was spurned by the class, was waiting nervously and worriedly at the red line of the finish line. He was also holding a bottle of sports drinks that could add salt in time.
The relationship between the two of them looks very poor, and Luo Qinge is being obsessed by the basketball team captain Fang Qi, but judging from the series of things that happened today, I am afraid that their is deep.
"Betting on a bowl of hot and sour powder, he will definitely come back to pick you up after you run." Thinking of Luo Qinge, Lin Xingchen stood on tiptoe and looked towards the finish line.
Somehow, at this time, she suddenly gave birth to an expectation. She hoped that the squad leader who was not cold enough at the critical moment but was terribly warm at the critical moment could also wait for herself with a bottle of sports drink.
"Forget it, I thought the squad leader took the initiative to do so many things for you because the relationship and feelings between you two are very good."
At this time, when I carefully recalled Luo Qinge's words, Lin Xingchen's heartbeat began to speed up. I always felt that Lu Yibai was really different from himself. Is it because he likes it?
Even adolescent girls who do n’t dare to dream of these two words are even more afraid of delusion. Maybe not? I should just feel that I am pitiful, stupid, and fun ...
Just when Lin Xingchen withdrew her gaze, she finally appeared in her heart, but there was a slight sourness in this scene.
That was the end of the 4 × 100m relay race of the high school women's group before Luo Qinge started running. Wu Jiayi's knee broke, and she was struggling to pull a white hand to the infirmary. Although it looks painful, the girl ’s shy and excited smile is more dazzling than the sun above her head.
But seeing Lu Yibai's indifferent look, Lin Xingchen suddenly felt a little relieved. Suddenly, she realized an important and important thing-the squad leader's cold appearance in front of herself has become less and less, and she can feel more of his warmth, tenderness and light smile.
"The second group, prepare!"
Lin Xingchen took her eyes away with some nostalgia, and at the moment when she was on the starting line, she also tried to adjust her mood-the long-distance runner in Class 4 was not a member of the school team, so it is still possible to beat it in Class 4!
No, it should be more than four classes!
"Snapped!"
As soon as the sound of the starting gun sounded, the athletes rushed out of the cheering manuscript of the still old sports meet.
"Listen, the sound of the starting gun pierced the sky! Look, the figure of the athlete surpassed the light and shadow ..."
Lin Xingchen no longer paid attention to the high imitation radio manuscript that forced everyone to mass-produce three articles, suffocating his energy and running on the runway.
As she ran through the three-zone viewing area, she heard a large array of excited applause and shouts behind her. Although very tired, she was inexplicably happy and enjoyable, but she couldn't look back at the cheers and liveliness for her own life.
"Lin Xingchen, come on! After running, please drink ice cola!" As I ran across the corner of the playground, a familiar but lone voice came.
Looking around, it was Zhang Haotian who was lying on the isolation net of the stadium with a bottle of cola smiling.
Why does he always know what I am doing? In order not to have more contact with this strange guy, Lin Xingchen accelerated his pace again.
If for ordinary people, middle- and short-distance running pay more attention to physical functions such as explosive power, then long-distance running will pay more attention to endurance and mentality. In some hot weather, the 1500-meter race has not yet passed half, and the athletes of the audience have slowed down. Lin Xingchen is no exception. Legs and feet seem to be filled with lead, as well as being drained inside and out, and an uncomfortable fire is ignited in his throat. People always doubt that his throat is Not already bleeding.
In the end zone, Luo Qinge, who was reluctant to return Yang, was cheering himself on. In her hands is the sports drink that Chen Yimu had previously held.
In the viewing area, the classmates are still very enthusiastic. It seems that he has already thrown away the fourth class players, so the students in the fourth class are more excited.
Huh, what happened to the short legs? As long as my Lin Xingchen is moving fast enough, can you still keep up with those long legs?
But what about him? Where is he?
After another lap, the schedule came to an end.
Lin Xingchen ran faster and faster, because she wanted to go to the finish line and watch the zone more quickly to see if Lu Yibai would appear there in the new lap.