Cultivation Shura Field

Tang Lingfei: "Will ordinary friends often come to you during breaks?"

Xu Zhe shrugged: "Get it straight, you come to see me more often than she does."

Tang Lingfei: "How can I be the same? We are childhood sweethearts!"

Xu Zhe: "So, what do you think is the relationship between her and me?"

"That makes sense..." Tang Lingfei nodded, and then started chatting with Xu Zhe about other topics.

Only Song Xingye was stunned, a little bit unbelievable for a moment. What's going on? Feifei, you asked a question like "What is your relationship with her" so easily, and then let it go so easily? You have read so many youth literature novels, and you have seen the three-corner, four-corner and even more complicated relationships in the novels, and you don't even think about it?

Looking at Xu Zhe again, Song Xingye also felt a little unbelievable. Senior Sister Shen Lan is beautiful and will take the initiative to find you, but you don't have any deeper thoughts? No thoughts at all?

Song Xingye couldn't help but wonder if his thoughts were too mature...

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At 3:30 in the afternoon, Xu Zhe once again stood on the runway.

It was a sunny afternoon in April, but not scorching hot. It just made people feel warm when it shined on their bodies.

Xu Zhe moved his wrists and ankles, doing casual warm-up exercises.

Perhaps because this time is more hypnotic, the number of spectators gathered on the sidelines is less than in the morning. Even the students gathered on the side of the track, their cheers were weaker than before.

Gao Xuefei suddenly came over and asked, "Do you want to get first place?"

Xu Zhe turned his head and looked at him, a little puzzled: "Can I get this just because I want it?"

Gao Xuefei nodded and lowered his voice solemnly: "I heard that the guy from Class 5 runs very fast and has great endurance. If you can't hold him back, it will be difficult for you to win the championship."

Following the direction of Gao Xuefei's finger, Xu Zhe took a look and saw a thin and lean boy.

Xu Zhe: "...No, do you have a way to hold him back?"

Gao Xuefei clenched his fist and punched his thigh: "When running, it's normal to stumble occasionally."

Xu Zhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "A blatant foul? Forget about this kind of thing."

Gao Xuefei: "But if you don't deal with him, you won't be able to get first place."

Xu Zhe: "Just try your best, why do you have to take first place?"

Hearing him say this, Gao Xuefei was a little surprised: "You always rank first in the exams, but you don't want to run?"

Xu Zhe: "I got the first place in the exam because I did the questions normally and should have been the first. It's not because I wanted to."

This seemed to be a bit of a fight, and Gao Xuefei couldn't help but twitch his lips: "... Damn, I don't want to help you anymore, whatever."

Xu Zhe smiled and watched the guy turn and walk away.

"Please get ready and return to your starting positions. The race is about to begin!"

At the reminder of the starting teacher, the students participating in the 3,000-meter race stood behind the starting line. Unlike the 100-meter race, the 3,000-meter race has more participants and there is no fixed track for people. A large group of participating students stood behind the starting line, some on the inside, some on the outside, some in front, some in the back, without paying special attention to the starting position.

After all, the one or two body lengths ahead at the start are nothing in the total race of seven or eight laps.

"preparation……"

"Snapped!"

After the starting gun sounded, a group of people started running.

The boy from Class 5 that Gao Xuefei had just pointed out really rushed to the front at the very beginning, and looking at his relaxed look, it seemed that he had not really exerted any strength yet.

Xu Zhe followed the main group, running neither fast nor slow. He controlled his speed, adjusted his breathing and running rhythm, and found the running state he was most accustomed to.

But suddenly, he found that there seemed to be something unusual in front of him.

Gao Xuefei had already caught up with the one from Class 5. Not only did he surpass the other person, he even turned around and made a face.

Xu Zhe saw clearly that this guy was making faces at him, as if he wanted to show how awesome he was - but the student from Class 5 didn't understand this, and only made faces because he saw that this bastard had surpassed him.

So the two of them started arguing.

The guy from Class 5 wanted to overtake, but Gao Xuefei refused to let him. In a blink of an eye, the two of them left the main group behind and ran far ahead. The scene of the two fighting aroused the enthusiasm of many spectators on the sidelines.

For a moment, shouts of “Come on,” “Awesome,” and “Great” were heard everywhere.

But after running a lap like this, Gao Xuefei was already a little out of breath. After running another lap, he could no longer hold on and simply sat down on the side of the track.

After the student from Class 5 defeated his fiercest competitor, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down a lot. These two or three laps of high-speed competition not only put him ahead of the rest of the group, but also consumed a lot of his energy.

After running two more laps, the leading student felt his steps becoming heavier and slower.

At this time, Xu Zhe accelerated.

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Chapter 81 Breathing Pain

2023-09-06

Inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale, inhale...

When he ran the sixth lap, Xu Zhe had an illusion, as if his legs had turned into cybernetic prostheses. He no longer felt tired, only endless numbness.

The feeling in my chest was extremely vivid. My heart was beating faster and faster, my lungs were aching, and every breath of air I took seemed to be faintly sweet. And above the trachea, from the larynx to the lips, it seemed to be completely dry.

The opponent from Class 5 was still ahead of him, but the distance was getting shorter and shorter. From Xu Zhe's perspective, it seemed that if he sped up a few more steps, he would be able to catch up.

But Xu Zhe did not speed up anymore, not because he didn't want to, but because he really couldn't speed up anymore.

I don't know when it started, but a lot of people gathered at the side of the runway. Some of them were cheering, some were shouting, but Xu Zhe couldn't hear what they were shouting. The noise mixed with his own breathing became the background sound when he landed every step.

It was not until two teachers drew the finish line with half a lap left that Xu Zhe realized that it was time for the final decision.

Realizing this, a surge of strength suddenly surged in his body. Not much, but enough to make him take bigger steps and move faster.

The opponent in front did not speed up.

The distance between them was getting closer and closer, until Xu Zhe passed him and realized that this guy was breathing even harder than he was. He didn't even need to turn his head to look, he could hear the sound that seemed to be drawn out of his lungs just by listening.

After overtaking, the cheers seemed even louder.

Xu Zhe ran faster and faster, leaving his opponent behind.

Then hit the finish line.

The finish line was a red ribbon. When he hit it head-on, Xu Zhe subconsciously tightened his abdominal muscles, but the light touch quickly made him realize that there was no need to tighten them deliberately.

The feeling of crossing the finish line was light and fluttery, and winning the grade championship in the 3,000-meter race also didn't feel real.

Xu Zhe bent over, holding his thighs with both hands, and heard many people rushing towards him.

Wenhao couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder: "Awesome, you are so awesome!"

Xu Zhe: "Don't shoot, don't touch me..."

Wenhao let go carefully: "Oh, okay, take it easy."

Gao Xuefei also came over: "Now I understand, I ran so fast at the beginning to help you drain the enemy's energy?"

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "You just figured it out now?"

Gao Xuefei: "I... Shit!"

At this time, most of the people surrounding Xu Zhe were boys. After all, girls were thin-skinned and not very familiar with him. Song Xingye, who was most familiar with him in the class, was even thinner-skinned. As for Tang Lingfei, she was not from Class 7, so it was a bit strange to approach her at this time.

But here comes the really weird part.

A heroic junior high school girl, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand, broke into the crowd around the champion.

When these boys noticed the senior, they were stunned at first, and then subconsciously gave way.

Even without mentioning her looks and aura, the junior high school uniform alone was a bit intimidating, making her younger classmates think she was an officer of the school sports meet.

Shen Lan walked up to Xu Zhe, handed him a bottle of mineral water, and said generously: "Congratulations, now you can have a good rest."

Xu Zhe asked hesitantly, "For me?"

Shen Lan tilted her head slightly, chuckled and asked, "What else?"

After Xu Zhe stopped, he felt a little hot, so he unscrewed the mineral water bottle, poured some water on his forehead, drank a few sips, and felt much better.

Shen Lan: "Is it okay if your clothes get wet?"

Xu Zhe: "It's already been soaked by sweat, it doesn't matter."

At this time, Xu Zhe noticed that the surroundings seemed to have become much quieter. He looked around and saw that the male students were all stunned. The female students who were a little further away seemed to be all excited and were talking among themselves.

His brain, which had been almost blank due to the 3,000-meter run, gradually regained its normal thoughts. He then realized that at this moment, Shen Lan handing him water would probably become a topic of conversation for the whole class and even the whole grade.

He looked at the senior student in front of him again, with confusion in his eyes.

Shen Lan: "Any questions?"

Xu Zhe: "Uh..."

He wanted to ask, "Do you like me?", but he couldn't ask it no matter what. This matter was beyond his experience in his previous life, and he didn't know how to deal with it.

Shen Lan seemed to see his embarrassment and smiled as she said, "I just passed by and saw you running, so I bought a bottle of water and came over to take a look. You just happened to be the first to cross the finish line, so I came over to congratulate you. Why, is that not okay?"

Xu Zhe scratched his head: "Of course, uh...thank you."

He was already not used to having a group of people surrounding him, and if he added factors like 'love' to it, it would be enough to cause his brain to go blank and crash on the spot.

Now that he heard the explanation from his senior, he naturally felt a lot more at ease.

Shen Lan: "Then see you on Saturday during class?"

Xu Zhe: "Okay, see you on Saturday."

Shen Lan waved her hand, smiled and turned away.

The first-year boys around her still consciously gave the senior sister space to walk.

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Song Xingye and Tang Lingfei were standing a little further away, but they could still see the scene clearly in the crowd. They saw Shen Lan walk up to Xu Zhe, hand him some water, and then talk with a smile...

"Don't you see the problem, Feifei? We don't know what Xu Zhe's attitude is towards that senior, but there is no doubt that she likes him!"

As Song Xingye said this, he turned his head and saw Tang Lingfei's eyes were staring straight ahead with a confused look on her face.

She asked again: "What are you thinking about?"

Tang Lingfei murmured: "I don't know..."

Song Xingye took a deep breath: "Fei Fei, if Xu Zhe and Senior Sister really fall in love, will you be happy?"

Tang Lingfei: "We are only in the first grade of junior high school. Isn't it too early to do this..."

Song Xingye: "Don't forget, you told me yourself, this kind of thing is very normal, it happens in every class."

Tang Lingfei was silent.

At this time, they noticed that Shen Lan and Xu Zhe had only exchanged a few words, so they waved and turned away. The steps they took as they walked away with their hands behind their backs seemed so free and natural.

Song Xingye suddenly said, "If you say you don't understand what you are thinking, then when we are free, let's go ask Xu Zhe and see what he thinks, right?"

Tang Lingfei nodded. She also wanted to know what Xu Zhe, the person involved, was thinking.

Even though she had teased him a while ago about whether he had a special relationship with her senior, when this special relationship really came into view, Tang Lingfei felt a tightness in her chest. For some reason, even her breathing was a little difficult, as if...

It felt like my most beloved toy since childhood was about to be taken away by someone else.

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Chapter 82 082 As Young as a Child

2023-09-06

Xu Zhe sat back in his seat, drank the bottle of mineral water that Shen Lan gave him, and let out a long sigh of relief.

On the way back from the playground, he sent away many curious people. There were old friends like Wenhao, male classmates he had never talked to, many female classmates with curious gossip, and even the head teacher...

The sports meet hasn't ended yet, and everyone can't stick with him for too long, so they have to go back to the playground and continue to be spectators.