soothing music, his voice came, deep and calm.My hometown's little wooden house, chopsticks, a tub of clear waterand many days after thatMany farewellsTodayLet others speak.Let the boatmen on distant...Ting Lan truly began to notice Zhuo Yu'an, was this time at the school sports meet.

Before the team competition, there was a flag-raising ceremony for the whole school. The three previous flag bearers were senior students from grade 12, but because of their heavy studies, the school took this opportunity to replace them with new first-year students during this Sports Festival.

The flag bearers are Zhuo Y uan, Lu Kuò, and Wen Jiān.

Lu Kuò and Zhuó Yǔān were both flag-bearers at their school in Beijing, so they were undoubtedly chosen. As for Wēn Jiǎn, she was also the top student in terms of both grades and appearance.

On the playground, Tinglan first noticed Wenjian. Influenced by her parents since childhood, she would pay special attention to Wenjian's every move. She knew this mindset was wrong, but she couldn't control herself from paying attention to her every time.

Just like looking at the rankings before, her focus was still on Wen Jian first place. She ranked 50th, and after seeing it, her first thought was, "It's over, Mom will scold me again when I get home."

At this moment, the three people on the flag-raising platform were indeed eye-catching. Tinglan was originally looking at Wenjian, but her gaze unconsciously turned to the boy beside him.

Under these specific circumstances, as the flag bearer, he drew the attention of everyone present.

His flag-raising movements were smooth and standard, his expression solemn and earnest. He had sword eyebrows and star eyes, radiating a noble and imposing air.

This was the first time Tinglan had truly noticed him proactively, then silently sighed in admiration, he was quite handsome. She hadn't had a concrete concept of "handsome" before, but now she did.

During the morning class queue competition, Tinglan's class was behind Class 2, and she stood at the front of the class holding up the class banner. Meanwhile, Zhuo Y uan stood in the last row, and the two were very close.

Though everyone wore the same uniform and moved in unison, Zhuo Yu'an stood out from the crowd with his imposing presence.

Ting Lan's attention was as if it were a kind of occult phenomenon. Although Zhuo Yu'an often came to look for Lu Kuo before, and she had also encountered him a few times on the bus, they could be considered acquaintances. However, to Ting Lan, he was no different from other boys at school; she rarely thought about him proactively.

And now, because of the attention given to the flag-raising ceremony just now, her focus was involuntarily drawn back to him, almost forgetting her own pace, she almost made a mistake. Luckily, Lu Kuai's slogans were clear and strong, preventing her from making a mistake.

Maybe it was nervousness, or maybe it was the strong morning sun, but her fair cheeks were flushed with a hint of color.

After the competition was over, all the first-year classes lined up in the middle of the playground waiting for the results. Everyone started to relax a bit, chatting in low voices. Tinglan and Wenjian stood at the front of their respective classes and were also whispering.

Wen Jian took the initiative: "Tinglan, do you have any competition items this afternoon"

"Yes, 800 meters," Tinglan replied truthfully.

Wen Jian: "What a coincidence, I'm also running the 800 meters. But, can you do it"

Wen Jian asked this question without any malice, because he knew Ting Lan didn't like sports. During the middle school entrance exam, most classmates got a full score in physical education, but Ting Lan only passed by barely.

"You're running the 800 meters too" Listening only focused on this.

"That's right!"

Dead Land, why did you sign her up Can she still withdraw now She doesn't want to race against Wen Jian.

Thinking this, she turned her head and looked for Lu Kuo in the crowd of students. She found him standing at the back row at some point.

Ting Lan glared at him, and Lu Kuo also felt her gaze. He pointed at himself and mouthed the words to ask...

“Looking for me”

Ting Lan glared at him again, only to discover that Zhuo Yu'an from the next class was sitting beside him. She hastily withdrew her gaze.

"What's wrong with her" Zhuo Yu'an asked.

"She wouldn't be happy about being assigned to an 800-meter race, would she" Ever since I signed her up for this event, Tinglan has looked at me like this every time.

After glancing at Zhuo Yunan, she added: "This gives you a chance to be the hero."

Zhuo Yu'an didn't have the slightest gratitude: "What kind of bad idea did you come up with, don't tire people out."

Having failed to please either side, Lu Kuo was feeling dejected and didn't want to deal with it anymore. He walked back to his original spot.

The results of the queue competition came out quickly. After the school leaders scored, it turned out that class 2 and class 3 had the same score, a tie! So, the two classes were co-champions, truly deserving the title.

In the afternoon, when all the project competitions were taking place, Tinglan was even more nervous than in the morning. Thinking about the breathless chest tightness she'd feel during the running competition later on, she hated Lu Kuo with all her heart. Whenever Lu Kuo came into her sight, she glared at him.

Lu Kuò would always hide behind Chéng Chén to avoid her gaze.

Cheng Chen's long jump was decent, not exceptional, but he should be able to get second or third place. So, he confidently awaited the start of the competition.

The 800-meter run was last. To help Tinglan relax, Cheng Chen said, "Want to go to the small playground next door and warm up first"

Because she looked very nervous.

"Alright, let's warm up first." Tinglan was actually pretty laid-back. Lu Kuo had signed her up, and she just wanted to participate. At most, if she couldn't run, she'd walk to the finish line.

But when she learned in the morning that Wen Jian was also participating in the 800-meter race, this strange competitiveness of hers flared up. At least she didn't want to lose too badly.

The two walked to the nearby playground to warm up. This playground was a basketball court, and there were several students playing basketball at the time. They should have been senior high school athletes from their own school, so they didn't participate in the school sports meet.

As the two of them walked to the edge of the playground, disaster struck. A basketball flew out of nowhere and hit Cheng Chen's head, causing her eyes to sparkle with stars and nearly fainting.

Ting Lan reacted quickly, catching her before she fell. Cheng Chen was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. Several basketball players nearby rushed over to ask if she was alright

Chen Cheng covered his head, and after the dizziness subsided, he shouted loudly: "I have a concussion. You said it was nothing!"

"First, I'll take you to the infirmary." The first boy crouched down slightly and checked her forehead. It seemed a little red and swollen, but not too severe.

Cheng Chen ignored him, took his hand from his forehead, and let Ting Lan see it: "Is it serious"

"There's a little bit of swelling. How are you feeling"

"It's okay, I guess. Too bad." She didn't want to go to the infirmary anyway, and the campus announcement just started saying her long jump competition was about to begin.

She was about to raise her hand to rub her forehead when the tall athlete across from her suddenly took her hand away.

“Don’t touch your forehead. My name is Shao Hui, I’m in senior year (Class 6). If you feel unwell, you can come find me anytime.”

Seeing how polite they were, Cheng Chen didn't want to hold a grudge against them. She took Ting Lan's hand and ran back to the competition site. She hadn't really remembered the specific people and names of the several athletes from earlier. Today is a good day to be kind. a minor, if you take on this responsibility, your life is ruined.” The mistress was so angry that tears were welling up in her eyes.Shu Tinglan hastily got up to help his mistress sit down, hoping to...