She Came To My Concert

Ling Chen: "Post it back."

Zhu Wenshu: "...Oh!"

She tore off another sticker, and when she stretched out her hand, she suddenly looked up at Ling Chen, a little hesitant.

Is he serious?

Seeing her hesitate, Ling Chen sighed.

Then he half-closed his eyes and looked at the crowd running and jumping in front of him, bent down, and put his profile face in front of Zhu Wenshu.

Suddenly there was no need to raise his hand, Zhu Wenshu moved very lightly, he didn't even carefully press twice, after pasting it, he withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Afterwards, Ling Chen coughed, pulled on the mask to cover the sticker on his face, and stopped talking.

Zhu Wenshu looked at his mask and sighed silently.

He is afraid of being seen, but he insists on competing for the symbol of honor. This is a man's wonderful sense of victory.

"Then I'll go first."

Zhu Wenshu stuffed the remaining stack of little red flowers into the bag, "Our teacher still has competitions."

Because it wasn't a school-wide official sports meeting, the school didn't pay much attention to it. The teachers' competition was just a matter of situation, and they were divided into three groups with three backbone teachers as the captains.

There are only three items: tug-of-war, relay run and rope skipping.

None of which Zhu Wenshu was good at.

However, the students and their parents were very enthusiastic, and cheered loudly for the teachers around the field.

The teachers were infected, and everyone started to warm up, as if they were going to take it seriously.

At the beginning of the tug-of-war competition, Zhu Wenshu, who was not very strong, tried to get away with it, but with so many students and parents watching around, she was embarrassed to paddle too obviously, so her movements seemed a little contrived.

However, many parents followed the students and yelled "Good luck, teacher", which made her even more embarrassed.

And Ling Chen didn't know when he came over again, mixed in the crowd, his eyes followed their team all the time.

Ugh.

During the competition in full swing, Zhu Wenshu, who was dragged by the rope in a hurry, thought to himself, can't the school arrange some interesting events for the teachers?

field side.

Ling Xingyan, who had never won a game, folded his arms and began to comment.

"Look at Teacher Zhu's small body, I'm afraid that if she doesn't pay attention, she will be squeezed into a sandwich by the teachers in front and behind."

"Oh, I lost."

"Tsk, look at Teacher Zhu's blushing, how much exercise do you need, don't you usually lack exercise?"

Ling Chen didn't make a sound, the corners of his mouth under the mask slightly curled up.

In the next second, a figure blew past him like a wind.

When he saw clearly, Lu Zibin had already handed the mineral water to Zhu Wenshu.

"Ouch……"

Ling Xingyan shook his head, "Isn't this flattering the teacher a bit too much?"

He turned to look at Ling Chen, "Really?"

Wearing sunglasses, Ling Xingyan couldn't see Ling Chen's expression, but only heard him comment four words in a calm tone.

"Evil tendencies."

After a while, the relay race came to an end.

Ling Xingyan was a little shaken when he saw the unhealthy wind and took a bottle of water to blow at Zhu Wenshu.

"Tell me, should I also give Teacher Zhu a tissue to wipe off my sweat..."

Before waiting for a response, he turned his head to look.

What about people?

Thinking of something, Ling Xingyan looked towards the end of the runway.

The man wearing sunglasses and a mask leaned against the table behind the finish line, with a bag in one hand and a bottle of mineral water in the other.

Ling Xing said: "..."

Ling Siyuan didn't know when he ran over, stared blankly at Ling Chen in the distance, and asked, "Father, what is uncle doing over there?"

"Your uncle..."

Ling Xingyan rubbed his head, "I'm working hard for you."

After rushing to the finish line, colleagues took over Zhu Wenshu's relay and rushed out.

Although Zhu Wenshu crossed the finish line and walked towards the rest area, he kept his head turned backwards. He felt very ashamed when he saw his colleagues running with their hair flying and failed to catch up with the distance behind him.

Seeing that the outcome of this match was a foregone conclusion, Zhu Wenshu sighed.

Turning around, a bottle of mineral water was handed to her, which caught her off guard and took a step back in fright.

Zhu Wenshu heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the person handing the water. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with one hand, and took the water he handed over with the other hand.

"thanks."

The bottle cap had already been unscrewed, and Zhu Wenshu didn't make much effort. After taking two sips, he heard cheers behind him suddenly, knowing that his team had lost again, and sighed again.

Just now he said that Ling Xingyan doesn't usually exercise, but in the end he is always the one who lags behind.

"It's just a grade sports meeting."

Ling Chen suddenly said, "Mr. Zhu, what a sigh."

"Too."

Zhu Wenshu murmured, "Nuwa took a short errand when she was pinching Teacher Zhu, and she lost a lot of moral, intellectual, physical, and aesthetic work."

"Beauty is enough, so much is required."

After the words fell, both of them were taken aback.

Zhu Wenshu raised his eyes slowly, looking at Ling Chen in the dim sunlight.

The way she was sweating profusely from running just now...beautiful?

It's a pity that the man's sunglasses and mask hid his face tightly, and Zhu Wenshu couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Let's go, come on for the game."

he turned around

, leaving a sentence, "The number one beauty in Experimental Primary School."

"..."

The last event was group rope skipping. I don't know if it was affected by the two unhealthy tendencies just now. As soon as the competition was over, many parents gathered around to bring water to the teachers.