The Time of Cherry and Bamboo shoots in Bloom [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 78 Touched

The school sports meeting is just before May Day. The weather at the end of April is not dry yet, and the wind is soft, like fluffy dandelions.

The girls forcibly commandeered the school basketball lounge from Aishan. They started taking action early on the day of the sports meeting, and seven or eight other girls came to help with makeup.

Zhu Yu was gathered in the middle of them, preening enthusiastically, giggling and applying powder puff eyeliner to his face. You sing and I appear. He was depressed, ashamed, and quite hopeless. He suddenly thought of Liang Pavilion. The girls saw that his cheeks were so red that it almost covered his blush, and his eyebrows were lowered, "Give me... give me a better painting." .”

Xia Lan was slouching and applying mascara in front of the mirror. She laughed when she heard this, and the girls all laughed.

Xia Lan was wearing a bright yellow Tang Dynasty dress and turned to look at him. He was sitting awkwardly on a small stool with his legs crossed. He looked more dignified than the girls. He was wearing a large-size cheongsam that they randomly bought online. , it was perfectly parted, only the calves were exposed, it was made of azure material, and there were some red flowers and green leaves with rough stitches on the waist. It was such a cheap and gaudy thing. His eyes glanced at his face, he was a little startled, and he continued to apply mascara with his waist bent. , "You are so greedy, how much more beautiful do you want?"

The school sports meeting every year is very lively. After all, the large number of people is enough to make it lively, and it is even more exciting when the march music is played.

After finishing dressing up, the girls went to the sports ground hand in hand, laughing and talking about how big a game Class 3 had. The square formation consisted of five men wearing sailor skirts dancing to "New Treasure Island". The competition in the women's clothing track was fierce, but luckily we were the class leader. Gentle and beautiful.

Xia Lan inadvertently tilted her head and glanced diagonally behind her. Zhu Yu, wearing a spring school uniform, and Jian Xi were walking side by side, hiding cautiously on the other side of the flowers, talking intermittently. Xia Lan had never seen the famous women's clothing he wore during his freshman year of high school so closely, but this time he saw it very clearly. Zhu Yuhui met her eyes and smiled gently at her.

Xia Lan suddenly recalled his sharp smile under the complex building last semester. It was bright and cruel, like a thin but sharp knife, "Don't smile like that."

I wish I would stay.

Xia Lan turned around and joked cutely, "Monitor, you smile like that, you are such a good woman!"

The girls laughed again.

When he returned to the class, it was indeed more chaotic than a boiling pot. The crowd of booing people rushed towards Zhu Yu like a wave, laughing and making noises. They did not stop until Liang Ge and Fang Yao'an arrived. After holding on until the square formation was completed, the principal gave a speech and announced the start of the sports meeting. A colorful and magnificent salute was fired, the crowd burst into cheers, and the team dispersed.

Zhu Yu finished his mission and retired. He broke away from the crowd who were dragging him to take a photo and hurried to the lounge on his ill-fitting high-heeled shoes. Liang Ge followed him.

There was wind at his feet as he walked, and he often suspected that the people around him were looking at him and criticizing his weird attire. This imaginary shame made him feel like a thorn in his back.

Fortunately, the gymnasium is not far from the sports field. It takes more than a minute to walk, but this short distance is not smooth.

There was a teacher playing ball with a child on the boulevard. The child, who was no more than three years old, rolled a soft inflatable ball to Zhu Yu's feet. The little child was taught to be very polite and called his sister in a sweet voice, asking him to Help pick up the ball. Seeing that he didn't move, the child stared at him with dark eyes, and asked him nervously and confusedly, "Is it okay, sister?"