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Chapter 2 "The Pen Is Mine."

Although Jiang Jun is not an athlete, he is an announcer of the campus radio team and needs to participate in the closing ceremony of the sports meeting.

The two walked towards the playground for a short distance before they suddenly realized that in order to maintain the order of the sports venue, the school leaders had ordered the road from the auditorium to the playground to be sealed off long before the start of the sports meeting.They delayed this for a while, afraid that when they arrived at the class assembly point, they would become the long-awaited "big shots" that attracted much attention.

Jiang Jun and Song Boyang turned around and ran without saying a word, walking like flying, two steps and one down the stairs out of the gymnasium, passed the bustling crowd, made a long circle, and finally came to the center of the runway. on the green turf.

Temporarily stopping the pace of running, Song Boyang looked around while walking. They were Class [-], Grade [-], so it was unlikely that the classmate would gather in the middle of the green turf, so Song Boyang looked far into the distance at the semicircle of the runway, and sure enough Sun Huiyun, the head teacher of Class [-], Grade [-], was soon caught.

Song Boyang ran towards the direction of the class.

Jiang Jun's panting voice came from behind, "You... you... run slowly... I... TM can't keep up... you... why are you in a hurry..."

Song Boyang consciously slipped to the back of the line, his breathing quickened slightly.

Jiang Jun followed closely behind and jumped in line to stand in front of Song Boyang. He was so tired that he bent down, put his hands on his knees, and was panting, but his mouth still refused to relax, "You...you are running too fucking fast Bar……"

Song Boyang was a little out of breath, and also a little smug, "Of course, my sprint championship is not for nothing. This is a basic quality of being an alpha."

Jiang Jun, who is both a sports waste and an alpha, feels that he has been ruthlessly connoted by the other party.

After a brief exchange between the two, Teacher Sun, who was at the front of the line, began to walk back, as if she was patrolling when she was bored, but no classmates dared to speak anymore within her reach.

Song Boyang and Jiang Jun obediently shut their mouths, winked, and communicated with each other.

Jiang Jun raised his eyebrows: Hey, why did the class teacher come to the closing ceremony of the sports meeting!

Song Boyang blinked: How long until the closing ceremony will start?

Very well, the communication failed, and the tacit understanding was zero.

Making a wink to tell the other party to stand still, so as not to be caught by the class teacher, Song Boyang stood quietly on the spot, waiting for the upcoming closing ceremony, because it was really boring, so he began to look at the crowd around him.

Then he caught sight of Zhou Chiyu in a blue and white school uniform.

The first sentence that popped up in his brain was the one Jiang Jun felt inexplicably just now - "He is so white".

Song Boyang glanced forward again.

Zhouchiyu is indeed very white.

At this moment, the sun was setting, people were coming and going on the playground, and the sun was pouring obliquely on Zhou Chiyu's body. Therefore, half of his face was forced to stay in the shadow, while the other half was soaked in the bright yellow sunlight. It can already be seen that the skin color in the eyes is different from ordinary people's whiteness, and the skin color under the sun glows white against the hazy halo, warm and bright.

He was too white, as if the spotlight on the stage only fell on his face, which was vague and unreal—that kind of unreality, like the angel with halo seen by the protagonist in a musical in a dream.

That white and soft feeling can easily give people the first impression that he is an omega.Although Song Boyang was still teaching Jiang Jun that it is not acceptable to judge someone by their appearance, the moment the other party came into his sight, there was only one thought in Song Boyang's mind, and that was——I think he should be an omega .

stop.

Song Boyang forced himself to end this unreasonable conjecture.

In sight, Zhou Chiyu took out a crumpled piece of paper and a black pen from the pocket of his school uniform trousers, and then he followed the order of the team and asked the students present to sign in one by one.

Song Baiyang had nothing to do, and began to count how many people were in front of him, and counting, his eyes turned back to Zhou Chiyu involuntarily, because Zhou Chiyu was walking behind the longing team, Getting closer, Song Boyang quickly noticed the gold medal hanging on the other side's neck.

It should be the high jump, I remember he reported the high jump.

He even won first place in the high jump event.

Song Boyang moved half a step away from the team, so that his line of sight would not be blocked by the back of Jiang Jun's head in front of him, and he quietly sized him up.

According to visual estimation, Zhouchiyu should only be 1.7 meters four, at most 1.7 meters six, which is much shorter than himself anyway.This height is considered medium in the alpha group, but it should be considered tall in the omega.

It stands to reason that Song Boyang should have an advantage in the high jump, which has a certain relationship with height, but when he was selected as a physical education teacher in physical education class, Song Boyang lost to Zhou Chiyu at the beginning, and then he looked at Zhou Chiyu. Chiyu passed five levels and defeated six generals, defeated other boys in the class, and won the place for the sports meeting.

Is it easier to jump because you are thin?

Song Boyang blinked his eyes, he looked really thin, white and thin, and looked very weak.

But who would have thought that this person would be a sports committee member?

But he is really thin.

Song Boyang sighed again silently.

Zhou Chiyu's shoulders seemed to be narrower than his own, and his waist was thinner than his shoulders. The not-too-loose school uniform was put on him, and there was a small piece of fabric around his waist, loose and loose, dangling in mid-air, Song Bai Yang Luo looked down at the opponent's abdomen——

And he shouldn't be as big as himself——

grass!What the fuck was I thinking!

Song Boyang almost bit his tongue, and the moment he blurted out his voice was pressed back into his throat in time, but there was still some frictional airflow between his lips and teeth, he was secretly annoyed, but he didn't want the other party to hear the movement , looked up and looked in his direction.

The moment Song Boyang's eyes met, he turned his head away in embarrassment.

But he had a hunch that Zhou Chiyu should have found himself looking at him.

Maybe it was because of the secret comparison of size just now, coupled with the fact that he was caught peeking at the other party, Song Boyang began to feel guilty for no reason, and he simply played a game of big eyes and small eyes with the grass on the bottom of his feet.

In the next moment, a piece of crumpled paper and a black marker pen with the cap removed were passed to Song Boyang's hands.

"Sign your name."

A clear voice rang in his ears, and when Song Boyang raised his head, he happened to meet Zhou Chiyu's gaze again.

It was the first time to speak at close range, and Song Boyang was stunned for a rare moment, "Okay."

Song Boyang has not forgotten the bad idea just now, and is still in the self-embarrassment of not wanting to communicate with the other party. He lowered his head, spread the paper in his palm, searched from top to bottom, and finally found himself in line No.13 Name, just about to sign his name in a fluttering manner, when his hand suddenly stopped.

When I just looked down, I saw Zhou Chiyu's signature, which was quite neat.

Another glance.

Well, it's not just neat, it's probably practiced.

So Song Boyang decided to write his name carefully, stroke by stroke. However, due to the poor writing environment and the small squares available for signature, he still crookedly completed his signature in a haphazard manner.

Then he handed over the list to Zhou Chiyu.

The other party took it and did not leave.

The two people who were close at hand looked at each other strangely and quietly.

"The pen is mine." Zhou Chiyu reminded.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Song Boyang suddenly realized, and quickly took out the black pen from his pocket, and handed it to the other party, "I just finished writing the name, I just put it in my pocket without thinking, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. "

Zhou Chiyu lowered his eyes and took off the cap at the end of the black pen, and put it on the nib, then he held the pen tightly, "It's okay."