With the thorn, Ling Xiaoxiao slowly moved and walked over reluctantly. When she got closer, she looked around and saw that no one looked at them. Then she looked at Jiang Zizhuo and smiled dryly: "You are here to do logistics for your classmates? It seems that Yue Pingjun is going to compete later."

Jiang Zizhuo's face turned black because of her movements. Her narrow eyes narrowed again and again. The corners of her mouth were pursed. Seeing that she was not talking, Ling Xiaoxiao looked around with a little fear of death. She was not very social in her daily life, and she didn't know which girls who ran back from Class 12 were classmates.

Her appearance fell into Jiang Zizhuo's eyes, which only made him extremely depressed. The person in front of him was wearing a fit sportswear that perfectly outlined the slender lines she had hidden in her wide clothes and fat pants on weekdays. The high-stretched ponytail fluttered slightly with the wind, youthful and ostentatious, with a slightly lowered head, and the curves at his neck were as beautiful as swans. His pair of smart big eyes were rumbling around. He knew that he was thinking about his ideas to deal with him at a glance.

When Jiang Zizhuo first saw that he was helpless, his eyes darkened. He thought that the male classmate who was participating in the 80-meter meter should complete the competition, so he reached out and handed out a big towel: "Put it on first, don't catch a cold."

Ling Xiaoxiao was thinking nonsense, and when she saw a big towel appear in front of her. She took it and found that it was the one she often used on weekdays. How could it be in his hands?

Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Jiang Zizhuo stupidly. Jiang Zizhuo coughed a little uncomfortable, and then said, "Brother Zhen has been here just now, this is what she gave to me."

Just after running, Ling Xiaoxiao was still sweating. She took the big towel and wiped it everywhere, without any idea to put it on. Now she understood why Brother Zhen was afraid of the towel she handed over in the morning. Jiang Zizhuo kept staring at the movements on Ling Xiaoxiao's hands. Seeing that she had just wiped the sweat, her brows couldn't help but frowned slightly.

After the 8oo meter project, there will be some teacher projects, so the students who have finished running have basically left here and returned to the class. Ling Xiaoxiao held a big towel and thought that she had not stretched it after running. She wanted to hand the towel to Jiang Zizhuo to move. As soon as she looked up, she saw him frowning, her face was still dark. She was very cowardly and quickly staggered her eyes.

The atmosphere was a little calm. The two of them stood there like this and no one spoke. When the wind blew by, they rolled up the broken ears in Ling Xiaoxiao and shaved on their faces. Ling Xiaoxiao took the opportunity to turn sideways and raise her hand to make her head. This way, she did not accept Jiang Zizhuo's oppressive gaze directly, which made her breath a little relieved.

"Well, do you want to wait for your classmates or go back to class?" The low pressure made Ling Xiaoxiao very uncomfortable. She did something wrong with herself. This feeling was really bad: "I'm ready to go back after running."

Jiang Zizhuo rubbed his eyebrows helplessly and sighed: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Do you need to send me off when you go back to the class? This place is not far from Class 9. Ling Xiaoxiao stood here and could vaguely see Brother Zhen’s two bright white legs... Jiang Zizhuo had turned around and was about to leave. Ling Xiaoxiao’s lips moved, and finally followed obediently. Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao following, Jiang Zizhuo then curled the corner of his mouth with satisfaction.

This was the second time that Jiang Zizhuo sent back in an afternoon. If the students in the class thought it was accidental, the second time in a short time would have become inevitable in chance.

When Ling Xiaoxiao sat back to her seat, she felt the eyes of her classmates and had a little headache. For the first time, she found that she had no idea what Jiang Zizhuo was thinking.

In the following time, Ling Xiaoxiao just buried her head and pretended to be dead. She didn't understand some things herself. Even if the classmates kept looking at her with the look of "We all understand", she would only pretend to be unable to see them like a bell.

Brother Zhen's nerves were always thick like a trench. He put his arm on her shoulder carelessly. He looked at her and said, "Xiaoxiao, there will be a 4*100m project tomorrow morning after the 4oo meters is over. At that time, I will run the first stick and you will run the last stick."

Ling Xiaoxiao nodded. She didn't care about the position or something. She had no objection to any arrangement. She held her head, her heart was in a mess. Even if some things looked a little clear, she still didn't dare to think too much. In some aspects, she was still very ostrich, after all, the shadows in her previous life were too deep.

After the 8oo meters project ended, it was a 100-meter competition for teachers in several grades of junior high school. Because there was no teacher in the first year of high school, Ling Xiaoxiao didn't look up to watch it. Even if a teacher who participated in the competition was as handsome as a star, she still had no intention of watching it...

During the sports meeting, there was still evening self-study at night, so after the competition for the day, the class monitor Liu Haitao began to organize the classmates in the class to move tables and chairs back and pack all the items. Brother Zhen stood up and pulled his clothes. He looked at Ling Xiaoxiao who was still a little dazed and said, "Xiaoxiao, come on, I'll move the tables and chairs. Let's take back our tables and chairs first, and then come over to get the things from the class."

Ling Xiaoxiao came to her senses and nodded. She really didn't need to be polite with Brother Zhen's arm strength. The two of them stuffed the things on the table into their backpacks and carried them on their shoulders. Then they carried the tables and chairs and started walking back with the large team of the class. This was the peak time for students from each class to return to the teaching building. There was a long queue in front of the teaching building. Even if Brother Zhen was a strong man, he could only put down the table on his arm, followed the team, and rubbed towards the teaching building bit by bit.

When they returned to the classroom to put their things in, it was already half past five o'clock. If they were a little later, there would be no food on the first floor of the cafeteria. When they saw Liu Haitao and a few male classmates, they had already brought back all the things in the class. The two of them didn't bother to change their clothes and ran to the cafeteria.

As soon as he entered the cafeteria, Brother Zhen was thinking about whether to go upstairs to try his luck, but he saw Yue Pingjun waving to them on the long table not far away. Ling Xiaoxiao didn't want to see Jiang Zizhuo at all, so she pulled the corner of Brother Zhen's clothes and wanted to go upstairs. Unfortunately, Brother Zhen had no tacit understanding with anyone. With his long legs stretched out, he walked towards Yue Pingjun.

Brother Zhen had passed, and Ling Xiaoxiao had no choice but to follow him. Just after the sports meeting, there were people coming and going in the cafeteria. Although it was only a few steps away, the two of them pushed and shoved for a long time before moving to their side.

When Yue Pingjun saw Brother Zhen coming, he couldn't stop smiling and quickly greeted him: "There are so many people, there are no seats upstairs. This is the one that our classmates gave us the seats after they had just finished eating. You sit down, let's fight whatever you want."
Chapter completed!