Fog Era

In the morning, as soon as the sports meeting began, the atmosphere with swords drawn and bows bent had already spread.

After a whole night of fermentation last night, I don’t know how the students spread the words and how they made a mess. In short, all the students in the garbage class looked towards Elite Class when there were seven. I am not satisfied with the eight, frigid irony and scorching satire are no less.

Someone took the lead to applaud Elite Class. Many people in the trash class responded immediately. There was a boo in the stands. Elite Class students became very disgusted, and the situation between the two sides became tense.

The class teachers hurriedly controlled the situation, practised drinking and roaring, and forbidden to booze.

Since the applause was not allowed, someone used their brains and started cheering Shi Tiexin loudly.

"Big brother iron, true man!"

"Big brother iron, by strength!"

At this time, the other trash class students are quarreling with each other, and they all start to speak loudly. Shouting, the momentum is very strong.

The students of Elite Class took a look, oh, you are ironicing us, isn’t it based on strength? You threw away the baton by yourself. Instead, you were picky at us. When did the rubbish in the trifling rubbish class get so crazy?

So Elite Class students began to fight back.

Restrained some of the high-sounding support Fang Qingjue. Those who did not restrain, especially those who harbored evil intentions, began to say some excessive words.

"Why are you blowing, your paralyzed brother, a garbage thing that our class doesn't want, and still have a face to say something?"

Old Jia in the stands moved his ears , I heard a student say so behind me. Old Jia was annoyed immediately. Hearing noise to distinguish position was a backhand that pulled a brain skin over and yelled at that guy. After taking a closer look, I discovered that the chewing guy was not actually a student from Class 3, but from Class 7, and his name seemed to be Gu Shaohuai.

You Xiao Wangba bastard, what are you doing here, let me go!

Power on Old Jia's voltage came up, screamed Gu Shaoqiu with a few snaps, and the holding head ran away.

Old Jia is a little anxious.

From the bottom of his heart, he hopes that Shi Tiexin can return to Elite Class one day. At the same time, he is also convinced that Shi Tiexin can return sooner or later. But now the Elite Class students are really wrong. If he really gets up to Fang Qing...

Old Jia is a little worried.

It's not just Old Jia who is worried, but the square-headed evil star Zheng Kaiming is also a little worried.

He has also heard about yesterday's incident, and now he is paying close attention to the progress of the matter. Just now, the garbage class students collectively booed to Elite Class, and Elite Class also hit back not to be outdone. These all fell into his eyes.

He knows very well that today’s situation is actually an explosion of collective emotions. It is the conflict between the trash class students who have been at the bottom of the contempt chain for a long time, the long-term backlog of people's rubbish names, and the conflict between the arrogance that Elite Class students have been at the top of the contempt chain for a long time and as it should be by rights. .

Similar to class contradictions.

If this matter becomes a big issue, or if it really leads to any consequences, it will have a very bad impact on the social reputation of the entire Fengming No. 1 High School.

In this atmosphere, the final morning of the Games will begin soon.

"Athletes, please be in position. The two-man and three-legged match is about to begin. Please go to the recording office to group."

Ling Xing saw the nice voice sounded, and the athletes pointed to each other. The recording office is concentrated. There are more students participating in the fun games, so this episode is also particularly strong.

Everyone will get their numbers soon.

"Now, for a two-person three-legged first round competition, please gather all the players from 01 to 18 at the starting line!"

The staff yelled loudly, Shi Tiexin said Standing by the runway, I wanted to see what was going on with this project I had never heard of. Two people and three legs, who knows what they are doing, there is no internet connection in this school, and there are no wearable devices, Shi Tiexin wants to check and doesn't know how to check.

Then he saw Fang Qingjue on the other side of the runway, and the other party also spotted him. They gave each other a confident look, and then they all started to watch the game. Fang Qingjue is also very serious, she seems to be very unfamiliar with this project.

Shi Tiexin is quite confident. Regardless of what this project is about, in short, what can be difficult in this world line, it's just a weak project, you must win it.

The self-confident Shi Tiexin has a deep heart, and he has a light look at clouds rolling and spreading.

Then, he saw that the staff assigned the athletes to the teams according to their numbers.

The staff tied the rope.

The staff checked the rope.

The staff evacuated.

"Prepare--" The referee looked like he was waiting for a good show, and the tone of the order was not serious: "Run~~~"

Shi Tiexin saw one after another The tall and strong sportsman jumped out suddenly, and that was the strongest person in this group. Then, the sports student snapped and pulled down the bound fatty.

Fatty fell to the ground, completely motionless, like a seabed anchor. The sports student puffed and threw himself on the street, but couldn't get up again. The two yelled together, trying to get up in chaos, but they could only keep falling to the ground in the chaos. They can only watch other people run farther and farther, and then watch other people make all kinds of different looks in different places.

The game ended in the laughed heartily of everyone. The brawny man and fatty duo even entered the next round, and immediately opened their eyes and laughed.

But Shi Tiexin's confidence did shake suddenly.

It turns out this special is two people and three legs!

Oh, oh, oh, I misjudged the situation, blindly optimistic!

This project is not a question of strength, but a question of probability, or even a metaphysical question. The key problem is that this metaphysics project is very unfriendly to myself!

Don’t talk about the strength, let’s take a look at the size and length of the legs first-look around-people on this world line are malnourished, and 99% of them can't match me. what!

In case when the time comes comes a random match to a fatty......

No, no, not so memorable.

——one minute later——

"First round, the second preliminaries, all come here to prepare! Nine into three, we must strive for the top three."

The staff organized the manpower, Shi Tiexin saw his teammate with a grim expression-the fat brother with a lot of tonnage.

The fat man smiled honestly at Shi Tiexin: "Brother, wait a little longer. I ate in the morning and didn't shit. Now I want to... Anyway, I feel a little panicked. "

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Shi Tiexin's forehead.

"Prepare, run~~~"

After struggling desperately, Shi Tiexin panted, dragging and holding his left hand, holding it with his arm, and barely managed the third pass. Line, with the qualifications for the next round of pre-selection.

Whhhhhh, this project is still difficult!

Looking back on the runway, many of them didn't get up. Shi Tiexin kept encouraging herself. Fortunately fortunately, the fat guys on my stall are at least tall enough. If they are short...

pei pei pei, no no, how could the world deliberately oppose me, not so Coincidence.