After the National Day holiday, Meng Yao's life returned to calm.
The study in the second year of high school was heavy, and the courses and teaching methods in the liberal arts and science classes were different. Even in the same teaching building, only separated by a ceiling, Meng Yao rarely met Xu Yao again.
Occasionally, on a sunny day, she would have a brief moment of ecstasy when the bright light from the window came in and fell on her desk, thinking about the boy hidden in her heart. The sound of lectures calls back attention and devotes oneself to learning.
In mid-October, Fenghan held the autumn sports meeting.
This sports meeting was originally planned to be held before the National Day holiday, but it was postponed until now for unknown reasons. Students have always signed up to participate in sports meets voluntarily. All the boys in Meng Yao's class sent out, but only a few girls raised their hands to sign up.
Meng Yao did not participate in any competition, but was entrusted by Shen Heyi with the important task of writing cheering notes for all the participating students in her class.
Meng Yao completed this task before the official competition and was accompanied by Song Siqi to the broadcast room.
The broadcast room was particularly busy that day, with many people coming in and out, and it was noisy. When the broadcasting room director heard that Meng Yao was here to submit a manuscript, he turned around in his busy schedule and pointed directly at the wooden table against the wall: "Put it on there first."
Meng Yao walked over and saw the cheering papers from several other classes in the same grade on the table.
Perhaps she was too sensitive, but she noticed the one from the first science class at first glance.
The name of the leading contestant is very unfamiliar.
Meng Yao stared at the cheering draft for a while, until Song Siqi asked what was wrong, then she hurriedly covered her eyes and said softly: "It's nothing."
She placed the cheering manuscript from their class on an empty space on the table. After thinking about it, she pulled an information book from the side and pressed it on top to prevent the paper from falling.
There are no classes for the two days of the sports day, and even the evening self-study has been cancelled. For students who are not participating in the competition, they are lucky to have a two-day holiday.
Meng Yao has been studying hard in math recently and bought a bunch of papers. She originally planned to spend the two days of the sports day in the classroom studying the questions, but after walking out of the broadcast room, she felt a little absent-minded. Song Siqi proposed to go to the playground to watch the game, but she actually forgot her original plan and followed her towards the playground.
The temperature in recent times has not been as hot as before, but the weather is still very good, with blue sky and white clouds, which seems to form a beautiful picture.
Song Siqi said enthusiastically that she was going to cheer for the players in her class, and she took Meng Yao with her.
In the morning, it was the sprint group. Song Siqi went to the class committee to see the list of participants. Their class did not have an advantage in sports. After reading the list of relay and sprint teams, Song Siqi wondered: "Where is the sports committee member of our class?"
"Hey, here it is." The squad leader holding the list turned over the list and pointed to the columns for the men's 3,000 meters and long jump.
Song Siqi glanced at it and said, "It's hard enough."
"There is no other way." The squad leader was helpless, "Our class is generally good at literature, but not martial arts and theory, so we can only bite the bullet."
"However," the squad leader added, "Zhao Lei himself is quite confident in the three-thousand-meter long-distance race."
Zhao Lei is the sports committee member of their class.
Song Siqi said, "Really? I'll have to cheer him up later."
After she finished speaking, she asked curiously: "Who else is participating in the 3,000 meters?"
The squad leader said: "Zhao Lei is in our class, Chen Kai is in the next class, and I heard that Xu Yao from Science Class 1 is also there. Many girls specially brought their mobile phones to take pictures today... I don't know who else is there."
Hearing a certain name, Meng Yao, who had been standing silent all the time, finally made some movement, and his eyelashes fluttered imperceptibly in the sunlight.
Song Siqi was a little surprised: "Xu Yao?"
"No way." Song Siqi thought about it carefully and said, "It seems that he didn't participate in the 3,000 meters last year."
"I don't know either," the squad leader said, "but it must be true. Just standing here, I heard several groups of people walking past saying that they were going to cheer for him later."
"Okay." Song Siqi said with a smile, "Then Zhao Lei must be careful."
"Huh?" The monitor didn't quite understand.
Song Siqi smiled mysteriously and said nothing. It happened that other students came to see the monitor. The monitor was busy with other things and had no time to ask further questions.
Meng Yao was in a daze. The 3,000-meter race is held in the afternoon, but the participants will basically watch the race and prepare on the playground and will not go far. Because of this, Meng Yao never left the playground.
But Fenghan's playground was too large, and there were many competitions scattered in various areas. Even if Meng Yao didn't go far, she still wasn't lucky enough to find the person she wanted to see in the sea of people.
Fifteen minutes before the start of the 3,000-meter race in the afternoon, Song Siqi and Meng Yao were already waiting in the spectator area next to the track.
"This is called preparing for a rainy day." Song Siqi hooked Meng Yao's hand and whispered in her ear to teach her experience, "You believe me, otherwise when there are more people later, we will definitely not be able to occupy the best seat in the front row. Viewing position.”
Meng Yao actually knew this.
She had seen Xu Yao many times before following him silently like a shadow not far away, so she naturally knew how popular he was.
The more he knew how popular Xu Yao was, the more clearly Meng Yao realized how insignificant he was.
The three-thousand-meter long-distance race is about to begin. Several runners are already in place, and crowds of onlookers are rushing over.
Meng Yao stood in the crowd and saw Xu Yao and Zheng Hua walking slowly on one side of the playground, talking and laughing.
He was wearing a white sweatshirt today, and the sun shone on him, giving Meng Yao the illusion of being in a dream.
Meng Yao stared blankly at him as he walked to the starting position of the track and stood there. Zheng Hua stood beside him, smiled, reached out and punched his shoulder and said teasingly: "Are you strong enough?"
Xu Yao didn't argue when questioned. He looked at the runway in front of him and said with a careless smile: "If it doesn't work, just let it go."
Zheng Hua was happy.
Meng Yao looked at him for a moment.
The referee teacher took his place, and Zheng Hua retreated to the viewing area next to the track. Xu Yao's eyes never looked at the audience from beginning to end.
Suddenly, there was a bang, and the young man rushed out with a strong figure.
Meng Yao and Song Siqi were standing beside the track. When Xu Yao ran past them, a gust of hot wind blew up.
Meng Yao looked at his back, hearing screams one after another, and the surrounding area was boiling.
Meng Yao heard someone in the crowd shouting Xu Yao's name, raised his hand to his mouth, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Come on." Even Song Siqi was a little excited. She grabbed Meng Yao's hand and said, "Damn, he's running too. Why is Xu Yao so handsome!"
Meng Yao echoed silently.
She felt her heartbeat speeding up bit by bit.
His eyes always followed that brisk figure.
It was clear that she was not the one competing, but she was actually a little nervous.
On the radio, he was reading a cheering note for Xu Yao, and Meng Yao only remembered one sentence among all the sentences.
——Xu Yao, I hope you will always move forward bravely and fearlessly.
The three-thousand-meter long-distance running is very physically demanding. In the later stages, some people apparently slowed down due to lack of endurance. Instead, Xu Yao, who had been running leisurely on the track, suddenly increased his speed, gradually surpassed several opponents in front of him, and was the first to cross the finish line.
Cheers exploded in my ears.
Meng Yao followed him closely.
There was a sudden acceleration in the last lap. When Xu Yao crossed the finish line, he jumped forward due to inertia before stopping. Too tired, he bent over and put his hands on his knees, panting. Sweat dripped down the side of his face and soaked his collar.
The first place has been chosen, and a large number of spectators rushed to the finish line to surround the champion.
Many people reached out to hand them tissues or water, but Xu Yao didn't accept any of them. He seemed to say something to the people around him. He was too far away and Meng Yao couldn't hear clearly. He could only make out the words "thank you" from the shape of his mouth. word. After a moment of slowing down, Xu Yao straightened up. Zheng Hua appeared with water and threw it to him from a distance. Xu Yao caught it steadily, unscrewed the cap, and drank half the bottle.
Under the sun, his jaw was clear and his Adam's apple rolled gently.
Meng Yao didn't have the courage or reason to get closer. She looked at Xu Yao from a distance, her eyes a little sore from the light.
There was only a few hundred meters between them, but they seemed to be standing in two different worlds.
Meng Yao had been paying attention to Xu Yao, and there was no one else in his eyes except him. Later, it was Song Siqi's cheers that brought her back to her senses: "Zhao Lei strives for his best! Second!"
Hearing this, Meng Yao's eyes briefly moved away from Xu Yao. Zhao Lei had just crossed the finish line and was so tired that he almost collapsed on the ground. Even though he got the second best result, his treatment was very different. Compared to Xu Yao, who was surrounded by stars, Zhao Lei was surrounded by only a few classmates. One supported him, another handed him water and tissues, and the others applauded him.
Song Siqi felt a little sympathetic: "That's why I said Zhao Lei should be careful at that time... Firstly, because Xu Yao has always been good at sports, and secondly, Xu Yao's cheering group is very powerful, which not only boosts his morale, but also makes him an opponent. mentality.”
Meng Yao just listened and didn't answer.
Last year in the school sports meeting, Xu Yao participated in the high jump, but Meng Yao did not watch him compete up close.
Because of his personality, Meng Yao never had many friends and spent most of his time alone. On the day of the school sports meeting last year, Meng Yao stayed alone in an empty classroom writing questions. The noise from the playground spread into the classroom. Meng Yao was infected by the atmosphere and turned to look out the window. Realizing that I couldn't concentrate my thoughts, I finally put down my pen and walked to the corridor, standing by the outer wall and looking at the playground.
She was short-sighted and did not wear glasses when doing the questions. When she looked at the playground, it was blurry and she could not see faces clearly, but she felt the power of youth through her voice.
It was a vitality she had never had, and a world she could not integrate into.
Meng Yao stood in the corridor for a long time that day. She returned to the classroom before the school sports meeting ended, and later caught Xu Yao's name in the discussion among her classmates.
She stared at the textbook, but her ears were gathering information.
Xu Yao took second place in the high jump.
Xu Yao is so popular that there are too many people shouting his name on the playground.
When Meng Yao went to the broadcast room to hand in his cheering draft, he was distracted by Science Class 1. In fact, he couldn't help but wonder whether Xu Yao would participate in this year's school sports meeting.
Song Siqi was still joking and lamenting the gap between people. Meng Yao turned to look at the person who had widened the gap with the others, only to find that Xu Yao and Zheng Hua had left the runway at some point and could not even be found. .
Where he stood just now, there was only sunlight falling on the ground.
