She is in the fog

The second day of the autumn sports meeting, nine in the morning.

The tug-of-war competition was held as scheduled.

The first match was between Class 5 (7) and Class (). As the points between the two classes were very close, the students on both sides were very tense during the warm-up and neither of them could stand the other.

Both sides started counting the number of people. He Jiahe did not participate in the tug-of-war, so she took the lead and rushed to the other team, counting the number of people over and over again. Suddenly, she seemed to find something strange, and hurriedly raised her hands and shook them and shouted: "Referee, referee! There is one more boy in Class 7! The rules are 12 girls and 12 boys, but their class has 13 boys!"

The onlookers all looked towards Class 7, and the referee hurried over to count the number of people.

At this time, a short-haired student walked out of the Class 7 team and said helplessly: "The number is correct, I am a girl." It seems that she is often misidentified.

He Jiahe looked "him" up and down. He had very short hair, dressed in a very neutral style, but his voice was very gentle like that of a girl.

He Jiahe was a little embarrassed for mistaking the gender. Just when he was about to apologize, a girl with a bun from Class 7 said sarcastically, "If your eyesight is not good, go get a pair of glasses. Is there no one in Class 5? Find a blind person like this to check the headcount."

Hearing that she was blind, He Jiahe was furious, but they were outnumbered and he was in the "enemy camp" without help, so he glared at the girl with the bun, then tightly shut his lips and waited to see if they had any fouls. But in his heart he kept praying: Our class must win! Wait until our class wins and see if I will give them a good face! Humph!

However, He Jiahe is worthy of being a prophet. He thought that Class 7 would have a hard time in the tug-of-war competition, but he didn't expect that Class 7 was defeated instantly by Class 5 as soon as the referee shouted "start".

He Jiahe jumped up excitedly and cheered on the spot. Her excitement was incompatible with the disappointment of the people in Class 7 around her. The girl with the bun hair was particularly displeased with her.

The girl with the bun is called Han Ya. She is usually sarcastic and cunning. She behaves like a little gangster and is not someone who is easy to mess with. This time, she has successfully remembered He Jiahe.

At 4:400 pm, the women's ×m relay race is about to begin.

He Jiahe was in the stands excitedly watching her classmates who were drawing lots, hoping that they could achieve good results, when someone patted her on the shoulder from behind.

She turned around and saw a strange girl. The girl asked, "Are you He Jiahe, the discipline committee member of Class 5 () of Senior High School?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"
"Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Zhong, asked you to go back to the classroom and get two pieces of chalk."
"Chalk? What are you doing with the chalk?"
"I don't know. Teacher Zhong said it would be useful, so he asked you to hurry up."

"Oh, okay." He Jiahe had no doubts. Afraid of missing the game, he quickly ran to the teaching building.

During the sports meet, everyone was on the sports field and the teaching building was empty. He Jiahe was running out of breath. When he reached the corner of the stairs, he was blocked by several girls. The girl leading the way was Han Ya.

He Jiahe realized that this was a trap and froze in place.

At this time, He Xi and Li Xingyu were standing in the stands, planning to wait until their own class started running before going down to cheer for them.

Li Xingyu's face suddenly wrinkled into a ball. She covered her stomach with one hand, held He Xi's sleeve with the other hand, and whispered, "Sister Xi, I want to poop."

He Xi rolled his eyes: "Don't tell me this kind of thing, the toilet is upstairs!"
"I didn't bring any paper..."
"Then go borrow it!"

Li Xingyu's face turned red, and he said to He Xi in a pleading tone: "I can't hold it anymore, I'm going to poop first. Can you please borrow some paper for me and bring it to the toilet? I'll thank you for eight generations of ancestors!" Then he covered his stomach and ran to the toilet quickly.

He Xi was speechless. She looked at the students around her. She was too embarrassed to ask others to borrow paper! She suddenly remembered that there was an unopened pack of tissues in Li Xingyu's drawer.

It just so happened that Wen Wan and her friends were drawn to the fifth group.

In this case, there is still enough time to go back to the classroom to get tissues for Li Xingyu and then watch Wen Wan's game.

So He Xi hurried to the classroom, and when he stepped onto the stairs, he saw this scene: He Jiahe was surrounded by several girls in the corner, lowering his head and not daring to speak. The girl with a bun in the lead was arrogant and threatened: "What do I want to do? Well, how about this, you slap yourself, hit harder, make more noise, and when I am satisfied, I will let you go."

This scene reminded her of the time when she was bullied.

Seeing injustice, one should help others. Moreover, the person being bullied was a girl from his class. He Xi could not stand it any longer. He took two steps at a time and stepped onto the stairs. He said loudly in a tone of watching a show, "Hey, look what I see. It's school bullying."

Han Ya turned around and frowned when she saw the person coming: "He Xi? What are you doing here?"

He Xi raised an eyebrow: "You know my name? It seems that you are an acquaintance. If you are an acquaintance, it is not good to bully a classmate who is an acquaintance, right? Tell me, how did she offend you?"

"Mind your own business!"

He Xi pretended to look up leisurely and looked around, and said to himself loudly: "Not bad, the locations chosen are all blind spots for surveillance, the technique is very sophisticated."

"What do you want to do?"

He Xi said: "I don't want to do anything, I just think it's a bit mean to use the majority to bully the minority."

"You!" Han Ya gritted her teeth and said, "You should at least be reasonable. She was the one who made the mistake first."

He Xi pretended to cough twice, walked past Han Ya, and then evacuated the other girls, walked straight to He Jiahe, lowered his head and asked: "What happened?"

He Jiahe looked up at Han Ya, then quickly looked away. Then she tilted her neck and whispered in He Xi's ear everything that had happened.

After listening to the whole process, He Xi nodded, then smiled at Han Ya and said, "I didn't think it was a big deal. I didn't deliberately doubt you. I just recognized the wrong gender. Besides, you should be happy after winning. Or, you can't afford to lose? So you deliberately pick a fight?"

"Who allowed her to show off in front of me? I just can't help being angry!"

"You can choose not to look!" He Xi leaned against the wall, spread his hands, and said, "Your class has more points than ours, but our class is not angry. Why are you angry? You can't be so petty. You were able to call out my name before, so it seems that you should know me. So, it's better to resolve an grievance than to create one. Tell me your name and we can be friends."

After saying that, He Xi extended her right hand to the other party. Seeing that the other party bit her lips tightly and was reluctant to respond, she raised her eyebrows again and urged: "Beauty, can you give me some face?"

The other party hesitated for a moment, pouted, and shook hands with He Xi: "My name is Han Ya." "Han Ya?" He Xi said with a smile, "Okay, then we know each other. For my sake, this matter is over, turned over, and it's over here, okay? Don't bother her anymore in the future, understand?"

Han Ya glanced at He Jiahe, still a little angry. But she had seen He Xi's abilities with her own eyes. She could still remember the scene of her beating Ning Xiaoduo last semester. She was so ruthless.
Han Ya felt a little annoyed, waved his hands twice and said, "Let's go, let's go."

However, when she turned around and just walked down the stairs, He Xi called her: "Han Ya, apologize to He Jiahe."

"What?" Han Ya suspected that she had heard it wrong.

"I say, apologize to He Jiahe. You scolded her on the playground, and here you pushed her into the corner. You used both your body and your words. It's not too much to apologize, right?" He Xi stood up straight, like a straight poplar, with a smile on his face, but he gave people a great sense of oppression.

Han Ya thought for two seconds. She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but when she thought about what she had seen that day, it was clear that He Xi was totally desperate when she fought. She didn't need to provoke her. She stammered, reluctantly said "He Jiahe, I'm sorry", and quickly left the scene.

After Han Ya left, He Jiahe squatted on the ground, buried her head in her knees, hugged her calves and started crying. This was the first time she had encountered such a situation since she was a child, so she was naturally scared.

He Xi looked down at her, sighed, then went to the classroom to get Li Xingyu's tissues, and returned to He Jiahe. Seeing that she was crying sadly, he also squatted down and comforted her: "Don't cry, the person is gone."

But He Jiahe kept crying, and He Xi felt it was a difficult situation. She really didn't know how to comfort someone.

She opened the tissue, pulled out a piece and handed it to He Jiahe, saying, "Don't cry, if others see you, they will think I bullied you."

Hearing this, He Jiahe sniffed, took the tissue from He Xi, and began to wipe his tears and snot. One tissue was not enough, so he asked for the second and third tissues...

All eight sheets of paper were used up.

Finally, she stood up, took out the small mirror she carried with her, and after confirming that there was no sign of crying, she put the mirror away and said to He Xi: "Thank you, He Xi. But can you please not tell anyone else?"

"Don't worry, I'm not a talkative person." He Xi said nonchalantly, "I will never tell anyone."

He Jiahe looked at the waste paper he had thrown on the ground, and said to He Xi, "Well, go ahead and do your work. I'll clean up here."

"Well, okay." After saying that, He Xi slowly walked down the stairs.

He Jiahe also quickly climbed up the stairs, ran back to the classroom, took a broom and dustpan, swept the waste paper into the dustpan, poured it into the trash can in the classroom, and then planned to rush back to the playground.

When walking out of the corridor, He Jiahe saw He Xi at the door. He Jiahe was a little surprised: "You didn't leave?"

"We have to go back to the playground anyway, so it's a good opportunity to go together." He Xi actually planned to hurry back to the playground, but then he thought that He Jiahe was crying so sadly and must be scared, and he didn't know if she would be scared alone, so he decided to be a good person and accompany her to where there were more people.

On the way, neither of them spoke. When they were almost at the sports field, He Jiahe finally spoke: "I'm sorry, He Xi, I shouldn't have always found fault with you or said bad things about you."

"It's okay. I don't care about that."

He Jiahe bit her lip, then hesitantly said, "Can we still be friends?"

He Xi recalled the scene when He Jiahe handed him the breaking-up letter at the beginning, and forced a smile and said jokingly: "Then will you still write me a breaking-up letter?"

"No, I won't write anymore." He Jiahe said aggrievedly, "At that time... they said that anyone who made friends with you would be against them... Actually, I was also very sad to see you being bullied. But since last semester, I feel like you have become a different person, often fighting and making trouble..."

"Actually, I didn't read the letter of breaking up. I tore it up directly." He Xi interrupted her, "So, the breaking up doesn't count."

He Jiahe blinked and said, "Then, are we still friends?"
"of course."

"Thank you, He Xi." After He Jiahe said this, she started running towards the class base.

He Xi looked at her running like a duck, feeling a little amused. Suddenly, she remembered Wen Wan's game and said, "It's over, it's over." Then she quickly followed He Jiahe's steps.

As soon as she returned to the stands, Wen Wan stood up from her seat, walked straight to her side, and said unhappily: "Didn't you agree to wait for me at the finish line? Where have you been?"

"Sorry, something urgent happened. How was the result of the game?"

Wen Wan crossed her arms across her chest, hiding the scratches on the back of her hands, and replied somewhat dejectedly: "Third place, what a pity. Ming Mei is recuperating at home, and she came all the way to watch my competition. I disappointed her..."

"Mingmei is here at school?" He Xi looked around. "Where is she?"

Wen Wan said, "Don't look for her anymore. She promised to come and watch my game and asked my grandmother to accompany her. She has gone home now. Also, you broke your promise. Think about how to make it up to me."

He Xi then retracted her gaze, bowed deeply to Wen Wan, and said, "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I will work like a horse and ox to compensate you in my next life." Then she stood up, but suddenly remembered that Li Xingyu asked her to bring paper. She slapped her forehead and thought, it's over, she forgot about it.

Seeing that Wen Wan was no longer angry, He Xi asked for a pack of toilet paper from her and hurried to the women's restroom. As soon as she reached the door, she saw Li Xingyu limping out. When the two looked at each other, Li Xingyu's eyes changed from hopeless to resentful.

He Xi approached Li Xingyu, pretended to cover his nose with some disgust, and then said: "You won't have no..."

Li Xingyu said with a sad face: "I asked the next stall to borrow some paper. I waited for half an hour... half an hour! I almost lost all feeling in my legs!"

He Xi put down her finger, wanting to gloat over someone else's misfortune, but afraid to show it too obviously, so she showed a regretful expression: "Xiao Yu, I really tried non-stop to find paper for you, but it was really hard to find." She took out the paper she got from Wen Wan, spread it in front of Li Xingyu, and continued: "Look, I just found it and was going to send it to you, but you came out. I've tried so hard, you can't blame me."

Li Xingyu wanted to cry but had no tears. She raised her arms and stretched them in front of He Xi. Her legs were shaking. She said aggrievedly, "Help me back to my seat."

(End of this chapter)