"We are in the first grade when it comes to saving face, so we must do it right!"
Hong Xiqi looked like she wouldn't give up until she got there.
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The raindrops fell more densely, forming a rain curtain under the sloping eaves. Small blisters appeared on the ground, which broke into fine white foam.
It’s time for lunch in the blink of an eye.
It was still the bento lunch box from the fast food restaurant yesterday. A dozen insulated lunch boxes with different names on the top and raindrops sprinkled on all sides were pushed into the store by staff wearing black raincoats.
There were two lines lined up in the back corner of the venue, waiting for various schools and staff to pick them up.
The lunch box I received was a bit hot, with four dishes and one soup. It was not full of color and flavor, but compared with yesterday, both the color and the selection of dishes were better, but the oil was still so free...
When it came to preparing banners to cheer for the team members, Hong Xiqi was not only popular for three minutes, but also ignored the finale. She efficiently searched for the materials and styles needed to make banners on her mobile phone, as well as purchasing them. The total amount of money needed for things.
The phone screen keeps switching back and forth between several pages, and I record these bits and pieces in memos in a timely manner. My expression is more meticulous than when I encountered difficulties during the monthly exam. I strive to use the lowest funds to find the most cost-effective materials and make beautiful things. A very practical handbag.
The head teacher would always praise her when he saw her, saying, "Keep it up."
When the two team members sent by Coach Tan came back pushing two lunch boxes, Hong Xiqi was typing quickly on the keyboard of his mobile phone. At first glance, he could see the afterimage of his fingers.
"Hong Xiqi, why are you so serious?" The first team member who ran to the lunch box didn't expect that he would be the first to receive the lunch box. He took the two lunch boxes and soup in surprise, and turned around while still sitting on his seat. Hong Xiqi, who was tinkering with her cell phone with her head down, shouted, "Aren't you even active in eating?"
He lowered his head and glanced at the rice in his hand, not forgetting that Hong Xiqi came to the competition as a member of the logistics team, and asked doubtfully, "Is there anything else delicious in the afternoon?"
"...A piece of red cloth, should it be made of red cloth or the color of the team uniform...Then the cost will increase..." Hong Xiqi muttered, immersed in his own thoughts. In this small world of calculation, a pair of ears automatically blocks external sounds.
"Ms. Hong is preparing to do something big." Tao You helped Hong Xiqi get the lunch box and answered for her, "It's more important than eating."
The team member put the lunch box on the chair, sat on the floor, scratched his head, "Is it more important than eating? Reviewing?"
"What you said," this reminded the other team members, "I have to start reviewing in the afternoon, otherwise I won't be able to complete the plan I made, and the final exam will be missed!"
"Are you with us? Are you? If so, after the meeting tonight, come to our room and do homework and review together!"
"..."
There was no extra place to put the lunch boxes. Almost all the team members sat on the cold and slightly damp gray-black stone floor and put the lunch boxes on the chairs. Except for Song Yimian and Xu Yanxi, who were clean-loving people, germophobe, and some people with gastrointestinal problems. No, some team members who were afraid of getting cold and irritated while sitting on the floor had to run to the toilet while holding their lunch boxes in their hands to eat.
The female team members took out the newspapers or magazines they had prepared in advance from their schoolbags, put them on the ground a few layers before sitting down, so as not to dirty their pants and freeze their buttocks at the same time. As soon as we leaned together, several people gathered together and ate the lunch box with gusto.
Five minutes later, Hong Xiqi finally settled on the final version, brought her hundreds-of-word plan to a successful conclusion, and raised her head and moved her neck happily.
"We've all started eating. Do you still have more lunch boxes?" Coach Sun came back with the female team member who finished the competition and handed her the lunch box. "It's still hot. Eat it quickly. If there's not enough, there's more here. Everyone is full. .”
Hong Xiqi's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw his own money bag, and he moved his hands around his neck.
Stopped, suddenly stood up and ran towards Coach Sun, "Coach Sun!"
Coach Sun lowered his head and took his first bite of food when he saw Hong Xiqi's voice and the overly attentive smile on her face.
The last time I saw this smile was when I was preparing the supply list before the game... read this
He swallowed the food in his mouth and carefully pulled his backpack towards him, "What do you want to do?"
Hong Xiqi sat down in the empty seat next to her, "You don't have to spend a lot of money this time..." She shook her hand and then stretched out a finger, "Two hundred at most."
"...Tell me first, what do you want to do?" Coach Sun put the backpack on the other side of his body too skillfully the moment Hong Xiqi sat down.
Coach Tan, who was eating next to him, saw it and kindly helped him close the zipper of his backpack.
Hong Xiqi took out the handwriting plan she had just finished, handed it to the two coaches, and cleared her throat solemnly, "As the only member of our team's logistics department, I really believe that we should Team, make a banner.”
"When there are team members competing, we can hold it in the audience to cheer them on, which makes them more energetic! It looks more united."
Coach Sun and Coach Tan briefly browsed through the several hundred words in the memo, looked at various expenses, looked at each other, and both saw the word "helpless" in each other's eyes.
"We have limited funds, so this kind of dispensable thing... is not necessary." Coach Sun directly poured cold water on Hong Xiqi's enthusiastic head.
Hong Xiqi put away her radiant lips, "Why? So many people from other schools have put up banners, but no one from our No. 1 Middle School has put up banners. There is no momentum at all. It seems that we are not united at all." She reached out to the audience seat next to her. Students from other schools pointed at one piece.
"It doesn't look good when photographed like this. The school doesn't have an official website to issue these promotional photos, and our funds are very sufficient this time. Coach Tan, what do you think?" Hong Xiqi asked Coach Tan sideways.
"Huh?" Coach Tan, who was eating peacefully, raised his head and glanced carefully at Coach Sun. "Ask Coach Sun, these are not my responsibility, and the money is not mine." He kicked the ball back to Coach Sun.
"..."
Coach Sun still waved firmly, "You also said that students come to watch games and make these cloths and stuff. Do you think any team makes these things by themselves?"
"Just watch the game carefully and mobilize everyone in the audience to shout cheers." Coach Sun is full of confidence in his team. "Our championship is not won by the superposition of these things. The most important thing is the players themselves. The strength and these fancy things are all for others to see, it doesn’t matter whether they have it or not.”
Hong Xiqi wanted to make up for her plan, which had not even begun to take shape yet, "No..."
Coach Sun stretched out his hand and made a pause gesture, "If you are really free, hurry up and do your homework, review more, and don't delay the final exam."
"Hurry back and eat."
Hong Xiqi curled her lips and wanted to make a final struggle. In the end, she suppressed her words and returned to her seat with an unhappy pout.
Tao You sat on the ground, looked up and saw Hong Xiqi sitting back on the chair discouraged, and knew that the plan had not succeeded.
She opened the lunch box and handed it to her, "Eat first, and then continue to think of something when you're full." Then she pulled the cushion under her butt toward her.
Gu Yi on the other side also took out a few newspapers from his bag at the same time, but before he had time to speak, "..."
"Where did the cushion come from?" Hong Xiqi sat down on the thin cushion, completely ignoring the person on the other side who was still holding out his hand.
"He brought it." Tao You pointed back at Song Yimian, who was sitting on a chair and concentrating on eating.
Hong Xiqi opened her chopsticks and crossed them to scratch a few times. "Oh, that's so thoughtful," she joked.
"..." Gu Yi angrily pushed the newspapers to the team member next to him, "I'll give them to you, don't freeze your butt."
"Hey, thank you for being so kind."
"Banners collected first
Get up and stop getting dirty. "
"Just roll it up."
"We are all hand-made! One of a kind!"
"..."
The chatter in the auditorium behind reached the ears of several people.
Hong Xiqi hadn't eaten more than a few mouthfuls before she sighed again, "Coach Sun and Coach Tan just don't pay much attention to these rituals. The sense of ritual can bring a lot of power to people, but they don't understand..."
"Furthermore, this thing can be used all the time. If you use it up this year, you can still use it next year, and the junior students can still use it the year after that..."
Tao You finished the last few mouthfuls of rice and gave her an idea, "How about you ask on the school forum if anyone is willing to do this? You can raise funds to do it together. If no one really wants to do it, forget it. ....."
"As long as someone cheers..."
Hong Xiqi clapped her hands excitedly, put down her chopsticks and opened the school forum, "I'm going to ask now. There is a ready-made master plan. I don't believe no one is willing to do this." After posting a post in two minutes, he ate in peace and waited for the news.
"Have you finished eating? Shall I give you a massage again? Just like yesterday." Song Yimian came back from throwing away the lunch box, wiped the gaps between his fingers, and asked casually.
Because his words were so natural and familiar, Tao You managed to choke on his last mouthful of soup.
Although it really hurts, I can give a thumbs up after the relaxation effect. At least it is much better than some of the team members who had to hold on to the car door to gasp for air when getting in and out of the car this morning.
but......
Tao You coughed violently and looked at the rows of students behind him, the camera in the corner, and Coach Sun's reminder...
"No, I have a fascial gun!" She took out a heavy, fully charged black small fascial gun from her schoolbag, "I use this."
This one is milder.
She was fully prepared.
Although the team trains four times a week, the players are accustomed to such intensity of competition, and their leg muscles will no longer be as stiff and sore as they were during the first training session. However, insufficient warm-up or excessive straining cannot be avoided. Too much force will make your legs sore and painful after a race due to the accumulation of lactic acid.
Two of the three team members put things like maces and fascial guns in their suitcases to relax their muscles, just in case.
"..." Song Yimian stopped wiping his hands and stared at the tool in Tao You's hand for a few seconds, feeling that it looked familiar, "Where did you come from?"
"Ask, Gu Yi borrowed it." Tao You pointed to Gu Yi next door, who was biting his chopsticks with his head down, flipping two pages back, six or seven pages forward, and then back again with a worried look on his face.
Song Yimian wiped his fingers slowly and vigorously, with an expressionless face, and glanced at Gu Yi coldly, "Oh."
"He's so kind." A sour-sounding tone, said with an indifferent expression, created an unexpected harmony on Song Yimian's face.
"Eh~ It's so disgusting, so cruel!" Gu Yi was frightened by the overly cruel plot. He suddenly distanced himself from the phone and shook the goose bumps that suddenly appeared on his body. "This punishment... is really... , It’s really tasty.”
"Then you can use it." Song Yimian calmly retracted his eyes, lowered his eyes and carefully wiped his hands clean, and did not stop until his fingertips turned red.
He put on his earphones like he was having a bad temper, closed the earphone box forcefully, threw it into his schoolbag, zipped up the bag vigorously, leaned back, closed his eyes and rested.
Tao You put the fascial gun back into his school bag. He was startled by what Song Yimian deliberately brought out. He blinked and carefully explained, "I, I will rest for a while and then use it again..."
Why did she feel that Song Yimian was a little down...disappointed?
