MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars-Chapter 84 That surrogate white moonlight

When the sports meeting is held, there are actually many people on the rostrum.

Also very noisy.

The bottom one is the audience leaning on the railing and shouting for cheers and taking pictures, and on the middle steps are a lot of staff who score and ask for the ranking.

On the upper platform are the athletes sitting and resting in twos and threes, or registering their number plates.

But in the midst of all the hustle and bustle, there was one place that was unusually quiet.

Behind the top broadcasting station, Yan Zhi sat there.

There was a pile of newsletters on the table, and she was looking down at the manuscripts she wanted to read.

In fact, this should have been someone else's work, but it is estimated that there are so many things at the moment, everyone was called away, and she was the only one behind the whole big table.

It contrasts sharply with the surrounding liveliness, forming a contrast, making it look extraordinarily lonely.

- Of course, it is also possible that he was overthinking and thinking too much.

......

Huo Xing walked over with his feet raised.

There were two or three empty chairs behind the radio station. He took one out to sit, stretched his long legs lazily, and just watched her work.

The posture is quite leisurely, and the expression is very interesting.

Yan Zhi actually found him when he was walking up the steps.

After all, the other person is too tall, and when he walks in, there is a huge shadow cast, so people can't ignore it at all.

But she didn't want to ignore him.

After clarifying the truth, the other party's attitude can be called decisive and polite.

He didn't make a fuss, didn't ask any more questions, just thought about it calmly, and then notified her on WeChat to break up.

The posture of withdrawing is so light.

It seems that from the beginning to the end, only he has given his true feelings, and he is just fulfilling a contract by accident.

Yan Zhi turned off the radio and continued to pick manuscripts with his head down.

The boy beside him blocked part of the light, leaving a shadow outline of half a head on the manuscript, very clear, and even the shape of the hair could be clearly drawn.

- So it's a bit of an eyesore.

In fact, people often come to the radio station to borrow chairs to sit and rest, and if they are empty, they are all students, and no one will say anything.

But no one was like Huo Xingchao, who pulled a chair and sat next to the announcer, arrogant and casual, blocking people's light, and staring at them recklessly.

Yan Zhi originally wanted to drive him away, but he felt that it was too deliberate, and he didn't know what kind of attitude he should use to negotiate with him.

In the end, he could only remain indifferent, and when he did not exist, he continued to look down at his manuscript.

"Yan Zhi, don't you want to know what I said to your sister?"

......

Yo, what's going on. It's not enough to break up, you have to go back and stimulate and make up two cuts to be happy, right?

Yan Zhi didn't say a word, his expression was calm, his eyelashes cast a cold shadow under his eyelids.

ignore him.

"Yan Zhi, what manuscript did you choose?"

The boy picked out a sheet from the small stack of manuscripts she picked up, and read it slowly, word by word,

"To the track and field athletes - your vigorous figure is like a flying dragon on a brick red track. Your vigorous face is like the new sun in the blue sky. The hope in your eyes is like the only light in the mottled road.. …”

A good newsletter was read like a love letter by him.

The words are soft, the tone is ambiguous, and even the ending of each sentence has a seductive laziness.

But Yan Zhi still lowered his head and remained indifferent.

So he sneered and threw the manuscript back, in a lazy tone with a bit of disdain,

"What kind of messed up article, the foreword doesn't fit the second, it's written by elementary school students."

Ha ha.

I'm afraid you haven't graduated from kindergarten yet.

......

It was nearly 3:30 in the afternoon, and the 200-meter hurdles were about to start. A group of students were crowded on the railings below the rostrum. Some students were holding their cameras and shouting excitedly.

Huo Xingchao was still talking to her word by word, but unfortunately, no matter what he mentioned, the girl didn't respond at all.

He picked up a pen and turned it on his fingers, and occasionally it fell on the table, making a crisp sound, which was very disturbing.

"Yan Zhi, are you really going to stop talking to me like this for the rest of your life?"

......

- Yan Zhi felt that she was about to be annoyed by him.

She didn't know what this person meant. Mingming had already proposed to break up neatly, and she agreed.

As a result, within a few hours, he ran over to harass her again.

How is it?

It was unpleasant to talk with Gu Zhian, so I felt that the breakup was too soon. Do you want to eat back.

Then if you have something to say, just say it.

Is it interesting to flirt with it in such a way that it is unclear and unclear? !

"Sister Yan Zhi, the results from the Javelin side have come out, please report it."

A school girl came up ahead and handed her the ranking list in her hand. Seeing Huo Xingchao sitting lazily beside him, he was shocked.

Huo Xingchao raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and before Yan Zhi reached out his hand, he took over the ranking list with a nonchalant tone.

"Okay, got it."

The elementary school girl's eyes turned suspiciously between the two of them, and finally showed a wonderful understanding, turned her head, and left with excitement and restraint.

When I reached the corner of the stairs, I couldn't wait to take out my phone and start typing.

......

Yan Zhi paused, turned to look at him, stretched out his hand,

"give me."

Huo Xingchao lowered her eyes, her hands were just stretched out in front of her eyes, the cuffs of the school uniform jacket were wide, revealing a small section of the wrist, the skin was very white, and the shape of the fingers was slender and slender, very beautiful.

He suddenly curled his lips into a smile and handed her the ranking list.

"Here."

He watched the girl take over the ranking list, stroked it with a pen, then turned on the radio switch and started broadcasting,

"The following are the results of the first-year javelin finals. First place, 143672, Lin Ziyang, second place, 142287, Chen Hua, third place..."

Huo Xingchao lay on the table and looked at her.

After looking at it for a while, I suddenly took out a sheet from the stack of newsletters, turned the other way, and started writing.

Halfway through the broadcast, Yan Zhi realized that there was an extra piece of paper in front of him.

The light green horizontal and vertical grids are written with two big characters:

"Yanzhi"

She threw away expressionlessly,

"Sixth, 142476, Statement South, Seventh..."

- Another piece of paper appeared in front of me.

"You do this again"

"The eighth place, 144672, Wang Lin."

- "I'm going to be angry."

"The following are the results of the javelin finals of the freshman group. The first place, 143672, Lin Ziyang, the second place..."

- "Have I ever told you that I'm scared when I get angry."

"Seventh place, 147862, Liu Jingming."

- "I'm really pissed."

"The eighth place, 144672, Wang Lin. Please come to the rostrum to accept the award as soon as possible."

His shoulders sank suddenly.

Yan Zhi could feel the familiar breath of the boy, he pressed it down heavily, and put his arms directly over her shoulders, the sound of the tongue flicking his mouth came from his ears, and the back of his nose was full of male hormone breath, he chuckled lightly. With a sound, he opened his lips slightly,

"Clap" sound.

- Yan Zhi quickly turned off the radio switch.

"Yan Zhi, I like you."

In the next second, a clear and familiar male voice came from his ears.

With a light smile and mischievous slack.

It should have been a sentence full of heart and ambiguous atmosphere, but because of his behavior is really unscrupulous and arrogant.

Yan Zhi stood up directly, turned his head, and there was a slight crimson on his cheeks.

— not ashamed, but angry,

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The boy spread his hands innocently, "I'll confess to you."

"I'm sorry, okay!"

Yan Zhi looked at him, her eyes were almost red.

"I know it's too much for me to hide it from you, but isn't your revenge way too bad?!"

"Huo Xingchao, do we have to tear our faces like this?"

Huo Xing raised his eyebrows in a soft tone,

"I didn't take revenge on you."

"Then what are you doing now?!"

"I want to talk to you. But you have been ignoring me, so I can only use this method."

He sighed, still a little melancholy,

"I've been telling you for half an hour."

Yan Zhi exhaled, raised his head, and blinked away the tears that were about to flow from the bottom of his eyes. His voice was very low.

"Forget me begging you, I really don't want to talk to you."

......

"Yan Zhi."

Huo Xingchao came over, his eyes were dark, and he stared at him intently,

"Let's be together again."

He flicked his forehead, not knowing how to explain,

"I said breaking up before, not what you understand."

"But I just finished posting a sentence, and you deleted me."

The boy raised his head, with a bit of resentment in his tone, "You delete people without listening to what you have to say. Is there such a thing as you?"

"...Then what exactly do you mean?"

"I mean, I only like Yan Zhi."

He propped up the corner of the table, leaned over to look at her, and blinked, "Our relationship was too complicated before, and we couldn't tell for a while, so we just broke up."

"Let's be together now."

"..."

"Yan Zhi, don't be stunned at me. My face is here. I'll show you enough later. You can answer me first."

"..."

"Yan...hiss!"

Huo Xingchao covered his arm, looked at a clear tooth mark on it, and grinned, "Yan Zhi, you are a dog."

The girl stretched out her foot again and kicked him hard at the crook of his leg.

"Fuck! Yan Zhi, you are going to rebel."

"You are sick, Huo Xingchao!"

She looked up at him, her eyes were red, her chest heaving up and down, with an uncontrollable anger and grievance.

Then he smashed the newsletter in his hand on him, turned around and left.

"Yan Zhi, you don't broadcast anymore?"

......

All that was left for him was a straight and stubborn figure.

The boy sighed helplessly, sat down, and frowned at the pile of newsletters on the table.

Then I picked one at random,

"To the track and field athletes - your vigorous figure is like a flying dragon on a brick red track. Your vigorous face is like the new sun in the blue sky. The hope in your eyes is like the only light in the mottled road.. …”

His voice is so unique and famous.

Through the radio, 80 percent of the girls in the school recognized it.

After half a minute, the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became hot.

The music teacher who was still in the referee's bench raised his head to listen, and then smiled,

"This is that kid from Huo Xingchao. His voice is quite nice. It can be cultivated."