car slowly drove out of the parking lot. 。I took a walk around outside before heading home. 。The elevator doors opened and a figure rushed straight into his arms. He was expecting it and reached out...Lu Kuò was looking for them everywhere. Seeing the two of them run back, he immediately saw the swelling on Cheng Chen's forehead and hurriedly asked with concern:

"What's wrong with your forehead"

"I was accidentally hit by a ball just now."

"Does it hurt I'll take you to the infirmary to see a doctor." Saying that, he pulled Cheng Chen along wanting to find a doctor.

Today, because of the school sports meet, not only are there doctors from the infirmary, but also two doctors invited from outside hospitals stationed at the stadium.

Cheng Chen waved his hand casually: "It's okay, it's nothing major, my long jump competition is about to start."

"Can we still compete" Lu Kuo was a little worried.

"Sure."

Cheng Chen finished speaking and went to the competition venue to wait, Tinglan also accompanied him. Her 800-meter race was last, so she wasn't in a hurry.

Lu Kuo then went to the infirmary to get a bag of ice and ran over to give it to Cheng Chen, asking her to apply it first.

Actually, it wasn't a big deal, just a little redness and swelling. It didn't hurt unless you thought about it. But since the other person put so much effort into it, Cheng Chen took it and applied it to his forehead.

Hearing Lan's consideration, she forgave him for signing her up for the competition.

Before the long jump competition began, a whistle blew on the track. It turned out to be the start of the men's 1000 meter race.

As soon as the whistle blew, the students cheering on the sidelines immediately screamed encouragement, their voices deafening. Most of them were girls.

The girls' chants were very organized: "Zhu Yu'an, come on!" "Zhu Yu'an, come on!"

Listening also followed the sound to the track on the playground, it turned out that Zhuo Yu'an had also signed up for the competition.

He was far ahead on the track, like a black horse running effortlessly at the front. His long legs made his stride easy and even carefree.

Ting Lan's gaze was also irresistibly drawn to him.

I originally thought that he would start running so fast and be overtaken by others later on because of exhaustion, but that didn't happen. He kept a four or five meter distance from the other students throughout the race, standing out significantly. Even in the last lap, he increased his pace and started sprinting.

His amazing stamina and explosive power made him look like a phantom on the track in the final lap. Not only did the girls cheering on the sidelines erupt with excitement, but even Tinglan couldn't help but have her heart race as she followed his figure with her eyes until he reached the finish line and took first place.

He had beads of sweat on his forehead and was breathing heavily. Several girls immediately surrounded him, offering him water. He waved them off, then walked over to where Tinglan and Lu Kuo were.

Ting Lan hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.

Lu Kuo saw him coming and casually threw a bottle of mineral water to him. He caught it and immediately unscrewed the cap, tilting his head back and drinking several large gulps. After running, his hair on his forehead was slightly damp, and his whole person radiated a very primitive and vigorous vitality.

He finished his water, tightened the cap, and glanced at Tinglan without making it obvious.

Tinglan also felt a little dry at the moment. She was holding her own bottle of mineral water and wanted to unscrew the cap to take a sip, but when he suddenly looked at her, her hand trembled slightly, and she didn't open it.

"I'll help you," Zhuo Yu'an smiled.

He directly took the mineral water from her hand and opened it for her.

"Thank you." Tinglan also quickly drank some water, trying to calm her racing heart.

After the competition, Zhuo Yunan didn't go back to his class area. He wasn't really interested in the school sports meet competitions, and he didn't have Lu Kuo's sense of class pride. He only signed up for an event because the teacher assigned him to participate in one.

At this time, several people were there waiting for Cheng Chen's long jump competition.

Zhuo Yu'an noticed that Ting Lan was wearing a pair of white canvas shoes and slightly raised an eyebrow: "Don't you wear a pair of sneakers"

Isn't there also a running race

Lu Kuo only realized it later, seeing that Ting Lan was actually wearing canvas shoes. He angrily said: "You wouldn't really be planning to just lie flat and walk to the finish line, would you"

Tinglan looked at him: "When you signed me up, didn't you say I could make it to the finish line"

She really thought that way before this morning, just running casually until she reached the finish line.

Lu Kuoqi died: “Do you have any ambition at all You represent the honor of our Class 3!”

Ting Lan nodded vigorously, then turned to Cheng Chen and shouted, "The honor of our Class 3 depends on you. Go for it!"

On the side, Zhuo Yu'an smiled faintly and said: “It’s good enough to reach the end point. There is no need to force oneself to do things one is not good at, nor to care about other people's opinions.”

These words pleased Tinglan deeply. Her slightly nervous mood inexplicably relaxed.

At this point, Cheng Chen's long jump competition also began, with the middle value of three jumps being taken.

The long jump, her first attempt was 1.9 meters, an average result.

The second time, with a bit of experience, I jumped 2.3 meters, which is pretty good.

The third time, she burst out and jumped 2.5 meters.

Tinglan glanced and saw that the other athletes' scores were relatively stable, but most were between 2 meters and 2.3 meters. There was only one girl who jumped around 2.6 meters every time.

So Chen Cheng is in second place, very good.

After the competition, Cheng Chen sat on the ground, took off his sneakers, emptied the sand inside, and handed them to Tinglan.

“Put my shoes on for me, I'm going for a run in a bit. Give it your all!”

Lu Kuo said with a smile to Zhuo Yu'an and Ting Lan, "You two, take a look at my Cheng Chen's awareness, learn something from him."

Cheng Chen scooped up a handful of sand from the ground and flung it at Lu Kuo's face: "Who are you to talk, shut your mouth!"

Ting Lan smiled and took off her canvas shoes, putting on Cheng Chen's sneakers instead. She thought to herself, if she was really going to run, she would definitely give it her all.

Especially seeing Zhuo Yunan's match just now gave her a lot of encouragement, and she is competing with Wen Jian. There's no reason to lose without fighting.

But she turned out to be a bit of an over-eager underachiever with no experience. In the first lap, she went all out and was actually leading for the first 100 meters. However, by the time she reached 200 meters, which is one lap, her heart rate was skyrocketing, she couldn't catch her breath, and she was gradually overtaken by several other runners.

But what can we do, we can't really leave. We just have to grit our teeth and keep going.

When she ran another lap to 400 meters, with every breath she took, her lungs felt like they were being stabbed by needles, it was very painful. And breathing became increasingly difficult, she could only gasp for air.

Cheng Chen is a good friend, she ran beside her and encouraged her.

Lu Kuo really didn't expect that she would be so bad at running. Seeing her face flushed red and her eyes also red, he felt a little regretful for signing her up.

Ting Lan ran slower and slower, feeling like she was suffocating. The sound of the wind in her ears and the cheers of classmates along the track began to blur, turning into a buzzing hum. Only one voice remained crystal clear and gentle, whispering in her ear: "Reaching the finish line is victory. You've already done great by challenging yourself."

Author's Note: Zhuo Zhu never expected that he would be putting himself out there every day, but no one noticed him. Instead, when he just did his own thing, Lan noticed him.

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