Chapter 73 Feeding

After the flag was raised on Monday, Class 7 held a class meeting to briefly summarize the class work and monthly exam results. The head teacher Zhang Yu cleared his throat and announced a major news.

It will be the school’s autumn sports meeting soon. The teacher knows that everyone has worked hard recently, but the body is the foundation of revolution and the foundation of career. It is very important. It is not advisable to study hard... I hope everyone can actively participate and add luster to our class.

As soon as his words fell, they attracted a lot of discussion in the audience.

When Yuan Lei heard this, he became interested. He raised his feet like an old man, his eyes were smiling, and he spoke to Meng Ning: Teacher Meng, what project do you think I want to participate in?

Meng Ning, who was not awake in the morning, was secretly ignorant, stopped, glanced at him, and replied: You can just apply for any project you like, just apply for it.

What kind of games do you like to watch the most, tell me.The boy curled his lips, sniffed the sweet fragrance of his nose, and bent down toward her.

High jump and four hundred meters.Meng Ning thought for a while, held his forehead with a pen, and opened the distance without moving.

He didn't let him touch it... Yuan Lei sighed, felt inexplicably sorry, and he hooked the basketball with his fingers, made a fancy look, and said lightly: If you are willing to cheer me up, I will win the championship for you.

After hearing this, the girl pursed her lips and shook her head, feeling helpless, what are she thinking about?Winning the championship is not about buying cabbage in the market, so how can it be that simple?

During the lunch break, seeing that Yuan Lei was not there, Yan Wan decisively took over, pulled Meng Ning up and said enthusiastically: How about it, do you plan to participate in any project?

No.Meng Ning stopped writing and shook her head to deny that she usually likes to play ball and jog, but she never calls from competitive sports. She can only be a logistics staff member and cheer for frontline students. This year is probably no exception.

Yan Wan lay down in front of her and frowned: But... we are no longer in the first year of high school. There are so few girls in the class. I guess many projects are not satisfied with them and have to allocate quotas. Instead of waiting until then, it is better to take advantage of the favorable pit now. And there are still a few weeks to practice. Don’t you like long-distance running, you can consider 1,500...

Meng Ning felt something was reasonable. Just as she was about to reply to her, she heard a snap and the classroom door opened.

Song Che walked in with his long legs. His collar was slightly loose, his face was sweating, and his eyebrows and eyes were filled with wildness. It seemed that he had just experienced a fierce ball stand. He carried a pink kettle in his hand, walked to Meng Ning's table, and handed it to her.

Drink more water.His breath was steady and his tone was soft, like an old father who cared about his daughter, and instantly became the focus of the classroom.

Thanks.Meng Ning nodded, thanked him, held the pot in both hands, and sipped it in small sips, like a well-behaved cat.

The boy surrounded his arms, stood on the table, silently lowering his head, and put her little look of drinking water into his eyes.

Yan Wan looked at the two people who were showing off their food and felt pink bubbles appear around her. She covered her mouth, smiled, took out her cell phone, pressed the shutter, and said: Sorry, I'm disturbing you, please continue.

I was used to my friend's jokes, and Meng Ning cheered up and prepared to write the questions, but because someone was staring at me, I couldn't read a word again, so I simply looked up and gave an order to expel the guest: If you have time to see me, it's better to do the questions and go back to your own seat.

Um.Song Che curled his lips, his eyes flashed with light and shadow, and his voice was low and hoarse, showing a teasing meaning.

Suddenly another person broke into the classroom. Yuan Lei was exhausted. His clothes were almost wet, as if he had just been salvaged from the water. He limped to the podium, sat down, glared at Song Che, and tsk, opened the mineral water cover, and slugged.

The registration for the school sports meeting was only two days ago, and the popularity dropped to the bottom. Xue Ziwen, the Sports Committee, was worried about this. He finally finished his personal project, and the group competition put him in a dilemma. He begged his grandfather to sue his grandmother every day just to fill the registration form.

After physical education class, he surrounded Meng Ning, folded his hands together, and kept begging: Little ancestor, please help me again...

Meng Ning frowned and felt a little impatient. He had already participated in two projects in one breath. What else did he ask for?

Tell me, what's the matter with me?

Hearing the girl let go, Xue Ziwen wiped the sweat beads from her face and grinned: You also know that in this class, you can only talk to Song Che and Yuan Lei. No one of us can do the best. Now the main players of men's relay and men's and women's mixed forces are not, and the high jump event is also a bit worse. I hope you can let them...

Meng Ning was silent and a little annoyed. It turned out that she was a lobbyist again, and this was her greatest use...

Why do you have to do it? Can’t let others participate?she asked.

Xue Ziwen kept rubbing his hands, and his smile became more and more awkward: It's not bad, but you can see the running results of this semester. If he goes on the court, he can beat other classes in minutes. Moreover, they often play basketball, have a high understanding, and they will definitely practice quickly when handing over the baton.

He stopped talking and looked at Meng Ning. He saw that the girl's little face was slightly red, her lips were pursed, and she didn't say anything for a long time. Are she... angry?

Yes, sorry Ah, I'm stupid and don't know what to say, but I still hope you can help me...

Xue Ziwen slapped his head, his face was sad and he kept showing misery, just about to pull a small handkerchief at his mouth.

Meng Ning felt a headache, she turned her eyes and nodded reluctantly, stop talking, I'll try it, I don't guarantee that it will work.

OK OK OK OK I'll be satisfied if you're willing to try.

Knowing that most of the success of the matter was successful, Xue Ziwen was filled with joy and wished he could kneel on one knee and offer Meng Ning a gift.

Those two stubborn donkeys will respond to her every request, how can they not agree?

After school, the setting sun shone out, and the long red shadows were drawn. Most of the people in the classroom went away. Meng Ning walked to the back row and sat down silently.

... The young man who was sleeping opened his eyes, supported his chin, leaned against the back of the chair, and looked at the girl casually, as if he had known that this would happen.

Seeing Xue Ziwen squatting not far away and looking at him, Meng Ning swallowed his saliva, handed over the school sports event registration form, and whispered: There is still a shortage of people in the track and field events, do you want to... choose two?

Whether it is a mid- and long-distance running or a sand pool competition, it should not be difficult for him.

Song Che lowered his head, quickly swept the form, pointed to the 1,500-meter long-distance race and mixed relay between men and women, raised his thin lips slightly, and smiled: Is this what you want to participate in?

Seeing the boy's eyes flashing with a smile, Meng Ning nodded with a serious expression. He was about to persuade him with a curse, but he heard him say: OK, I'll join. As for what to participate, please help me decide.

So straightforward and neat, she had nowhere to say anything.

A cold sneer came from behind, Yuan Lei stood against the door with a look of disdain.

Hello, I said, why don’t we make a bet and compete in three consecutive games, with the goal of breaking school records. Those who lose should sing "Learn to Meow" ten times in front of the whole class, and please drink milk tea for a week.He pointed at four hundred, mixed and jumped high, speaking with provocation.

What kind of bad bet is this?Idol groups don’t do this if they drink milk tea and sing!Meng Ning's face was covered in darkness.

I agree!!Xue Ziwen, who was not interested in watching the fun, shouted excitedly. Seeing the three of them looking at him, he silently lowered his head and squatted back.

Stop it disrespectful.Song Che glanced at him and agreed.

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The school sports meeting was approaching day by day. Meng Ning was afraid of being embarrassed, so he took out his long-distance running shoes and formed a long-distance running check-in self-rescue group with Yan Wan, and regained the running sports along the river.

On Saturday, she didn't sleep in, got up early, and went to the riverside to run in the morning.

Not long after, Meng Ning felt smoke coming out of her throat, and a sweet smell appeared. She pressed her teeth tightly, continued to step, and followed the crowd, trying to adjust her breathing.

The physical discomfort made her inexplicably panic. If she still did this on the day of the competition, she would be done.

After struggling to run for most of the lap, Meng Ning was sweating profusely, slowed down and gasped. Today's training volume has arrived.

The sunlight shone down from the branches of the banyan tree. She was wearing a sports vest and trousers, with a bulge in front and a curved back, which was very attractive.

The beautiful and beautiful face turned red due to movement, the forehead and nose were stained with thin sweat, the apricot eyes were crystal clear and transparent, the small mouth was slightly opened and closed, and a few strands of hair were hanging down, which was fresh and lively, attracting many young men to look at each other.

Seeing that Yan Wan was thrown behind him and did not follow him, Meng Ning supported herself with one hand and walked towards the stone bench on the side of the road, intending to rest while waiting.

After doing a period of chest expansion exercise, the girl stuffed her headphones, lifted her legs to the trunk, pressed down, stretched her muscles and bones, and opened her tired body little by little.

She was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back. She took out her wallet and went to the convenience store across the street.

After buying two buns and a cup of soy milk, Meng Ning was about to sit down, but outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, a familiar little boy bit his hand blankly and stared at her. It was exactly what he met in the park that day...

The strange man's face was reflected in his mind, as clear as yesterday. She shivered, came back to her senses, looked around and looked around, lost her appetite, just wanted to go home immediately.

Sister, don't leave.Seeing Meng Ning walking wildly, he was about to leave. The little boy was a little anxious and called her.

Meng Ning distanced him from him and asked carefully: What's the matter?

Me, I... The little boy swallowed, looked at the bun in her hand, begging with his eyes, and his stomach made a rumbling sound.

Where is your father?Meng Ning wanted to ask reflexively, but endured it and said patiently: If you are hungry, just go to the store to buy food.

The little boy lowered his head, pulled his short sleeves tightly washed until they were white, but Pity Xixi said: But... I don't have money.

He has fair skin, simple clothes, but very thin, half dry lips, as if he hadn't eaten much, his trousers were empty, and his feet had old-fashioned plastic sandals, which looked like a little refugee.

Meng Ning silent for two seconds and squatted down. Why are you here alone? Where are your family?

He... doesn't care about mine... The little boy looked at her, burst into tears, shook his head and said nothing, and his little mouth stammered.

If you swallow the words "Chasing for her smell and following here" back into your stomach, it won't work, it will be regarded as a pervert.

Even though he knew he should turn around and leave, Meng Ning couldn't take a step and was so obsessed with evil, he handed him the two buns.

Eat it.

Seeing that she was willing to give herself food, the boy smiled and his eyes were bright, as if he was covered with stars.

Then what do you... do?He asked carefully.

Meng Ning shrugged and said unintentionally: I want to eat it, so I can buy it anytime.

Thank you, thank you The boy took the hot meat bag and didn't even have time to tear the plastic bag. He couldn't wait to eat it. He looked hungry for a long time.

His rustling look of eating made Meng Ning feel like he was feeding a little mouse.