God of Life

Star Master on the 23rd, with red flags waving, gongs and drums blaring, firecrackers blaring, and crowds of people, it was quite a spectacle.

Today's university sports meeting depends entirely on whether the school attaches great importance to it. Some schools can make the sports meeting a large-scale event, while others can only hold it as two or three little chickens jumping rope.

The Star Division School Games will reach the edge of the grand event.

Although there are many girls, but the organization is good, the prizes are good, and the promotion is hard. Everyone's enthusiasm for participation is not low.

Ornamental is not low.

There is a large group of Yingying and Yanyan, and there is a large area of ​​Jiaojiao Didi, and there are scenery everywhere.

And not only girls from our own school participated, but there were also a lot of girls from other schools in the audience—little nurses from the health school and young media models.

The male-to-female ratio of star masters is very dismal, but the absolute number is put there, and it is the well-deserved responsibility of the three Xingsha schools.

What are you carrying?

Carry the flag.

There are more than 3,000 boys in the whole school. Is it enough to just listen to the number?

There are more boys in the management school than in the whole media school, and the health school is even worse. The males are basically soaked in formalin, and few of them can be found alive.

So if you want to see the little brother, you can only come to Star Master.

If you want to find a boyfriend, you can only stage a tiger's mouth to grab food from the mouths of the star master's young ladies and sisters.

The school sports meeting is a particularly good occasion for scouting the enemy's situation.

Even if you don't come here with the intention of getting out of the singles, it's good to see the younger brothers showing their flesh, sweating, and releasing hormones.

At least it can moisten the dry heart and smell some meat.

It was that bad.

Manually funny.

...

The school leader's speech was unexpectedly not lengthy, and the atmosphere quickly reached a climax as soon as the opening ceremony began.

The first performance square to appear is the school dance club.

Miss No. 40 and 50, wearing hot pants and T-shirts, all of them have long legs, and they danced a popular hip-twisting dance in Korea. It's called a marionette or Venus. It's super sexy.

All the boys in the audience booed, and the noise almost overturned the rostrum.

God, my father is a thief, and a small wind blows at the right time...

Everyone scolded their mothers in unison.

Damn, who invented safety pants? !

Immediately pull it out and scream to death!

The boys in Class 1 quickly immersed themselves in the atmosphere, yelling and jumping left and right.

This is probably the case with youth, which can never be separated from hormones and rebellion.

Wang Yan didn't have time to release hormones, and Young Master Ace was being surrounded by instructors, Loulou, Jiaozi, Dashuai, Tiantian, Chuanwa and others to do psychological construction.

"Don't panic, run at the whistle, don't rush to shoot, you'll be fine!"

"Yes, my lord, just win two games directly, don't play overtime!"

"Sweep sweep sweep, brother, fly!"

"Pay attention, pay attention! You don't need to show your full strength in the first round, just qualify for the top two in the group! Fight for the second round!"

"Brother, the weight of the 100-meter is the highest, and you will drive the first shot of the first class, and give everyone a good start!"

Huh?

Are you driving? !

Oh no.

The students were nervous one by one, as if it was Ruyu who was about to play.

On the other hand, Wang Yan himself was very calm. He has experienced so many storms and waves, so what's the point of running a hundred meters?

I thought so, but when I stood in front of the starting line, my heart started beating wildly, my feet felt weak, and I felt like I was floating when I stepped on the ground.

Spicy chicken shreds, Brother Huaqian doesn't change his face, it's the first time to run a race!

Nervous, excited, excited, all kinds of emotions mixed together to form a very wonderful experience.

Thief Jill stimulates.

But as long as a boy dares to stand on the field, there is no one who does not want to win.

Wang Yan was no exception.

Spending money is to make life more comfortable, the more you spend, the easier it is.

The competition is to prove that I am stronger than all the men present, I am a lion, and you are sheep.

It is a desire to conquer that comes from the nature of the blood, conquering the arena, conquering opponents, conquering the audience... It is more enjoyable than anything else.

Wang Yan's competitive spirit was ignited by the cheers outside the arena, and he was burning fiercely. He couldn't wait to start the road of conquest.

Squat down and check the laces carefully again.

Get up and bounce around to loosen tight muscles.

Squat down again, press the ground with your hands, take a deep breath, empty your mind, and look at the finish line.

"preparation……"

The referee issued a preparatory order, and Wang Yan hunched over the running gear and held his breath.

"boom!"

As soon as the starting gun fired, Wang Yan rushed out like an arrow, relying on the reflex brought by his 79 points of agility.

As a result, he didn't run two steps, and the referee blew his whistle.

Damn, someone snatched it away!

First Young Master Wang shook his head depressedly, and went back to stand still.

The buddy next door on track 4 scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, blushing.

In fact, there was no ridicule outside the court, and many people cheered.

The overall atmosphere is quite good.

After such a round, First Young Master Wang finally got used to the tension on the field and relaxed a little.

The second command was issued, and no one ran away.

Wang Yan was still the fastest.

As a great sprinter, Gong Baiyu's technical level is quite good. In just a few mornings of joint training, Wang Yan learned a lot.

Take the lead at the start and keep it all the way to the finish line.

Wang Yan looked very relaxed after winning the first place in Group B of the preliminaries.

Everyone cheered and came forward, surrounding the young and old.

"How's it going? How's the status?"

"Very good." Wang Yan smiled proudly, "I overestimated them."

Galloping and sprinting on the field, Young Master Wang once again awakened the vigor in his heart, and his whole body glowed with a passion unique to teenagers, unstoppable and unstoppable.

At this moment, a burst of slogans came from behind at the right time.

"Jing Yi Wang Shao, the Star Master is the most handsome! I am invincible and won the first place!"

"Obasa Langhei!"

"Brother Wang, I love you, I want to give you a monkey smash!"

As soon as the heart-piercing shout came, First Young Master Wang broke his power immediately and almost knelt down.

Turning his head in disbelief... Damn it!

Ruyu was standing at the front of the cheerleading team, waving ribbons and cheering heartily.

Ya wears a double ponytail wig, a cheerleading skirt, and knee-length white stockings that strangle her calves into a shamelessly swollen shape, exposing the lush black hair on her thighs, and she is jumping in a figure-splayed posture.

The cheers were so heart-rending that a quarter of the stadium fell silent, filled with stunned memes.

The power of a shout, why so!

Wang Yan gasped, and immediately squeezed in the opposite direction.

"Brothers, withdraw!"

Everyone's scalp was numb, they wanted to laugh but they didn't dare to, their expressions were distorted.

"Damn it, who got this suit for you?"

Dumpling held back a smile and raised her hand: "Didn't you order it? Double ponytails, small skirts, white stockings... strictly follow your orders!"

Why didn't I let him call my name!

Wang Yan's face was full of pain and he didn't dare to turn his head.

Tiantian was very excited, and she rarely joked with Wang Yan: "Squad leader, how do you feel? We designed a lot of confessions for you, hehe!"

First Young Master Wang had only one thought in his mind: This kid is terrifying, he must not stay!

Looking from a distance, Ruyu is still bouncing hard, and it looks like she has the intention of flying over?

Fuck!

Wang Yan immediately ordered: "Since you want to make it, let's make a complete set!"

Everyone was dumbfounded, and Chuanwa asked merrily, "What's wrong?"

Chuanwa, you are from Sichuan, not Northeast!

But First Young Master Wang didn't bother to worry about that, looking at the bouncing Ruyu from afar, he laid down his hands calmly.

"Don't you guys think the color of the thighs is a bit of an eyesore? It doesn't match the white stockings..."

"Fuck! High!"

Excited, the squirrel thief turned around and ran: "I have a razor blade, I'll get it!"

But Wang Yan grabbed him: "You don't need money for the blade? Find a piece of tape!"

I go!

Everyone shivered in unison, feeling a kind of heart-piercing pain.

That kind of pain is called big brother jealous of you too coquettish~

...

After a 100-meter preliminaries, there are only about 20 contestants left.

Next, the second round of the preliminaries will be divided into three groups, ABC and ABC. There will be no competition for rankings, only the time will be recorded.

The top eight will advance to the 100-meter finals the day after tomorrow, and there will be no semi-finals.

There is a one-hour break between the two preliminaries, and the 200-meter and high jump and long jump preliminary competitions will be held at the same time.

After 200 meters, the first class was in a state of strategic abandonment, so everyone rushed over to cheer for Squirrel and Boping.

The two buddies are equally thin, the tall one jumps high, and the short one jumps long.

The high jump competition for non-physical education college students is simply a disaster.

Back jump?

Leaping?

NO!

Only freestyle!

Crack, clack, two of the crossbars were broken, and finally the squirrel came out.

I saw him pointing his index finger to the sky, raised his head high, and his expression was so arrogant.

Take a deep breath, take the first three steps slowly...then accelerate sharply!

Paji.

third root.

A group of buddies covered their faces and retreated quietly.

Another free offer, let's go and see Bopin...

Boping is a good guy, he seems to be floating, but in reality he floated a long way and successfully qualified for the semi-finals.

Very good, 1 point in hand!

Everyone celebrated for a while and returned to the track and field. Wang Yan's second 100-meter preliminaries were about to begin.

Competing with no one means competing with everyone at the same time.

There's no room for error in racing.

When First Young Master Wang squatted down, he felt a lot of pressure, but at the same time he was extremely excited.

There are only more than 20 contestants left, which is already considered a duel of masters, and the 100-meter race is the most exciting race, so it has attracted a lot of attention.

There were 8 runways, Wang Yan was on the outermost side, and the audience could see them very clearly.

"Look at that little brother, wow, so cocky..."

"Hiss... suck! Tight vest... the muscles look so good!"

The two girls from the health school suddenly became nympho, staring at Wang Yan with wide eyes, wishing they could put a little hook in their eyes, unhook their clothes, and then unhook...

And such a scene happened in many places at the same time.

Relatively speaking, the girls from the media are the most reserved, the girls from the Star Master are the most enthusiastic, and the little nurses from the health school are the most... ummm!

Don't be afraid to say it bluntly, more than half of the girls who come to the sports meeting are here to see the meat. It is reasonable to like whoever looks good.

And First Young Master Wang's figure is really prettier than his face.

Especially those long legs that have been strengthened, the front legs are slightly bent, the rear legs are straightened, and they are pushed up...

He Miaomiao thought it looked good.

Little A and Little B cows are 80% united around Miss He, unwaveringly sticking to the dog-licking line,

The cow is the most nympho: "Young Master Wang is so handsome! Look at that face, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm going to die!"

80 points are the most snobbish: "Rich, beautiful, and masculine, why is there such a perfect second generation in the world? A male god!"

Little A shouted loudly: "Young Master Wang is too scumbag, calm down!"

Little B glanced at him in vain: "That's not what you said when you came back from shopping the day before yesterday. Forgot how you praised him?"

He Miaomiao curled her lips in disdain: "What kind of god is Wang Yan? You guys have low vision! Calm down, don't embarrass me!"

Everyone was bluffed, thinking: With Miss He's rank, she should have contacted a lot of the proud son of heaven, right?

No wonder the resistance is so strong!

They looked at each other and restrained themselves a bit.

Well, don't be too embarrassing, we represent Miss He's face!

The starting gun fired, and Wang Yan was the first to rush out again.

Among all the contestants, Young Master Wang was not the tallest, but his leg length ratio was too superior. When he swung those two long legs, he seemed to be riding the wind.

If it's just that the pigs are pounding fast, that's okay, and the pigs are also pounding very fast when catching pigs.

The key point is that there is a passivity on Young Master's body - the beauty of posture.

Every move has its own elegance.

Others would gnash their teeth while running, but Young Master Wang ran like a deer on a walk.

Light and elegant, with a wonderful rhythm, the speed is obviously fast, but it can be seen clearly, giving people a feeling of ease and ease.

That lively and cheerful juvenile feeling had only appeared in Yuzuru Hanyu before.

And Wang Yan is not only handsome, but also really strong enough to beat the same group.

There were still 30 meters to go before the finish line, and when the final sprint started, Wang Yan was already one position ahead of the second place.

Seeing Xiao Lu Wang speeding up again, as light as if he was about to take off, the audience erupted, and many girls started screaming.

"Number 8, you are so handsome!"

"School beauty, I love you!"

"God, come on!"

The cows were 80 points excited, and they were hesitating whether to shout, when they saw He Miaomiao jumping up, raising their arms and shouting.

"Gouzi rushing duck! Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate! Oh yeah! Number one! Hahahaha! Didn't embarrass me, good job! Woo ho ho ho ho ho... You are so good, Gouzi, Gouzi, you The craziest!"

Seeing Miss He bouncing towards the edge of the stands, the sisters had a mouthful of menstrual blood clogged in their chests, feeling extremely aggrieved.

How about being reserved? !

When Miss He comes to the top, why do you care about your reserve?

It's not easy to endure for so long, okay?

Anyway, everyone is shouting.

What made Miss He very confident was that there were really many girls calling Wang Yan.

Those who know each other are called by name, those who have only met in the forum are called school beauty, those who are outside the school are called No. 8, and those who are particularly coquettish are called husband.

The atmosphere was so heated that the scene was a little out of control for a while.

Well, in fact, the audience was fine, but the scene next to Wang Yan was really difficult to control.

After crossing the finish line and jogging for more than ten meters, Young Master Wang was surrounded by a group of girls.

Passing the water, wiping the sweat, wiping the oil, wiping the oil...

Hey?

Dumpling, haven't you been beaten to death by me? !

Wang Yan looked at Dumpling in amazement, who had returned to being a fan girl, sticking to himself stickyly, using the excuse of congratulations to do indecent things, completely despairing of this face-seeking society.

There are so many good men, why do you always stare at me? !

What about Ruyu?

Come and die!