A few days passed quickly, but unexpectedly calm. Ye Fan silently noticed that the person who secretly peeped at him still existed. But in these few days, Ye Fan's "collection" changed a lot and was no longer as big as before. Ye Fan tried to perform in class. When he got to Ye Ping, he didn't notice it, including Yan Bing, who was only a few centimeters away from him.

This guy is really a useless guy. Ye Fan muttered secretly, and was also surprised at his own progress. He felt that what he lacked in the use of breath was not skills, but ideas. He didn't need to know too much. He could use it naturally with just a little simple prompt, and then he could be proficient at an amazing speed. Could it be that this is the innate talent? Commonly known as a genius... Ye Fan no longer dared to continue thinking about it, he was afraid of thinking of himself as God.

Since meeting Liu Qing that day, Ye Fan subconsciously kept a distance from Ye Ping. Although it was still the same as before on the surface, I believe Ye Ping had already noticed it, which can be seen from her several times of wanting to speak. Perhaps this is her woman's intuition, or perhaps this is from the intuition of an assassin.

After the long holiday, I only had a few days of peace. The in full swing sports meeting was about to begin. This can be said to be an activity of the whole school, and the movement is much greater than that of the New Year Cup. Every morning and evening, there are people who exercise in every corner of the school. There is no way, the resources are limited, the playground is so big, and there is a shot put and the discus and the javelin has to be pushed upwards, and no one dares to get close. Everyone has to use their brains and make full use of every inch of the school's land.

When Ye Fan walked past the playground, he saw Yan Bing pretending to be training on the runway!

Last time in the freshman cup, Yan Bing failed to achieve the effect he expected. Under the halo of Ye Fan and Li Dawei, his dazzling performance was called a blind cat and hit a dead mouse. This made him very unwilling to accept it. However, the extraordinary speed he showed in the freshman cup was still targeted by the people from the Sports Department. He was sighing that there were no outstanding talents among the freshman students this year, and they were very proud of their treasures. After a few days of the freshman cup ending, they came to the door.

At that time, Yan Bing was jealous of Ye Fan and Li Dawei. It was like someone sent a pillow when he wanted to sleep. There was no reason to not answer. Ye Fan was invited at this time. During the physical fitness test, he said that he must have run faster than Zhou Yun. At that time, everyone just thought it was a joke. Later, after seeing his performance in the Xinsheng Cup, he felt that this person was indeed a bit real, so he decided to recruit into the sports team first. Even if he found that there was nothing suitable for the event in the end, it would be fine to raise the flag and carry water to do odd jobs.

But their abacus was empty. Ye Fan was now hoping to dig three feet into the ground and buried himself, so he was not willing to do this thing of showing up in public. He refused without thinking. The department gave him collective honor to smash him. Ye Fan said that he could not run fast or jump high, and that he would not have much strength. Going to the group would only embarrass the collective. The department took out Ye Fan's own quote, "I must run faster than Zhou Yun." Ye Fan smiled faintly and said, "Who can't brag?"

The department has more connotations than the school football team. He took the strength to visit the cottage three times, but in the end he was unable to convince Ye Fan. This confused Yan Bing. If he really wanted to talk about speed, he knew that Ye Fan must be faster than him, and he couldn't see any excellent qualities of modesty and prudence. Why did he suddenly become so low-key!

Later, Li Dawei said to him: "Look, this football is different from a sports meet. When you run at a sports meet, you only have one more time a year, and the popularity is only one more time a dozen seconds. Everyone has an impression of you. But what about football? Not to mention school competitions every year, friendly matches are often played between departments, and that game is only 90 minutes, which is enough to leave a deep impression on everyone..."

Yan Bing had an epiphany after listening to it. He had been taking a water pillow in the middle of winter for a long time. He wanted to cry but didn't cry. Every day, he had to participate in the training that was useless to him. Fortunately, because he was admitted in an extraordinary way, the sports team started training as early as the first time to enter the school, so he can only participate in the last few days now.

In this way, Yan Bing sang "The motherless child is a grass" every day without any trouble. Even the old man who was guarding the door in the dormitory knocked on the door: "The motherless man in your dormitory, don't sing in the corridor when you come out in the morning and come back in the evening, and others will have to rest!"...

One week after the long holiday, the sports meet can't wait to start. If it doesn't start again, it will be a Winter Games. There is no need to attend classes for three days, and then two days and weekends are another long holiday. The whole school is immersed in a joyful atmosphere, except for freshmen. Because they have to take on the sports meet, make records, clean the track, clean the playground and all the work of the playground, and also have to work part-time as a cheerleader in the department, which seems to be a tradition of A Normal University.

Ye Fan sat bored among the crowds of people by the playground. The horns hanging on the trees next to him played the broken songs that they would hear every sports meeting, and they would be interrupted from time to time. Then they must first pat the microphone, followed by a low and thick "hee hee" sound, and then suddenly a loud voice came out: "Good news, good news..." In the morning, Ye Fan's soul was scared away by this voice three or four times.

Next to the stands was the runway, and a sophomore boy rushed up and down like a monkey, showing his sensitive figure. From time to time, he clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, you will pay attention. There will be classmates xxx from our department below. Everyone is ready to follow me and call for cheering up."

After saying that, he would turn around, face everyone's butt, and keep an eye on the starting point of the runway. After the gun was fired, his reaction was faster than the one who started there. He turned around immediately and screamed: "Chinese Department..."

Below is a dance with both hands, signaling everyone to shout "Come on". Then, you will never shout "Chinese Department", you will inevitably call the names of Chinese athletes on the track. Then the two will be crossed.

If you accidentally encounter more than two Chinese departments at a time, you have to shout one person who never misses it. If you encounter a relationship with yourself, you can give it to each other with friendship.

Looking at his excited appearance, Ye Fan's head became hot and he wanted to kick him up the track, so that those who were running around would step on to death.

While dreaming, the boy started clapping again: "Please note, here is our freshman Yan Bing, a freshman."

This made everyone feel aroused. The senior brothers and sisters who had never known each other before were finally a lively person who often appeared around him. But Ye Fan couldn't help but stand up, wanting to see if this wasteful guy would run halfway through somersault.

The ending was disappointing for Ye Fan and gratifying for most people. Yan Bing was far ahead in the 100-meter preliminaries without any suspense. At this time, Yan Bing showed off his good mass base in the girls group, and the sound of sharp and melodious cheers made every boy jealous.

Yan Bing obviously participated in the sports meeting because of this moment. After crossing the finish line, he waved to the Chinese department proudly. The female sentiment cheered and screamed again. Ye Fan had to pluck his palms symbolically, cursing that there weren't many people practicing the master's master? Why were they all dead at this time, and Yan Bing let him go wild. He was also wondering why Yan Bing loved to show off more than himself, so why didn't he see him being targeted?

Ye Fan often took Yan Bing to pay attention to him these days, but found that no one was paying attention to Yan Bing as much as he was. Ye Fan could not think of any other explanation except that he was much better than him.

Recently, there are only a lot of tails around me. Some people think that Ye Fan doesn’t know anything and blatantly every day; some people know that Ye Fan has noticed it and has been slightly restrained; Ye Fan doesn’t know if there are still people he doesn’t notice it. In short, since the other party is just a tail, he is too lazy to pay attention to it.

However, after his own statistics, at most, those who appear at his side at the same time can reach as many as nine people. An ordinary person like him has received such rigorous attention. Ye Fan was not worried about him, but was a little anxious for his father. Unfortunately, he really didn't know what he could do.

Suddenly, another scream came from the group of girls. Ye Fan looked up and saw that it was Zhou Yun, the other group who participated in the 100-meter race. Because of his reputation, Zhou Yun's mass base was not bad compared to Yan Bing, so he naturally won cheers. Some people from other departments even pointed at him: Did you see that, this is Zhou Yun, a Chinese-language flying man.

Zhou Yun was also more powerful than the others around him and won easily. He was as stern as he was, and he waved to the Chinese Department repeatedly, and walked over while waving.

When he went to the stands, someone handed him a glass of water. The monkey-like sophomore boy patted him and said, "Look at it here, it's almost me."

Ye Fan was quite surprised. He couldn't think of any event this person could participate in. Could it be that there was a pole climbing competition? Feng Xiaoxiao looked around and saw only the flagpole floating with the national flag, and he was in awe.

At this time, Zhou Yun nodded and said, "Go, come on, cheer you up later."

Zhou Yun put on his clothes and sat in the crowd, and began to move around the girl in Ye Ping and her dormitory intentionally or unintentionally. Ye Fan suddenly remembered something, smiled and stood up and shouted, "Senior Brother Zhou Yun."

Zhou Yun turned around and saw that it was Ye Fan. His face, which had been red after running, was whiter, and he paused before pretending to be calm and asked, "What's the matter, Ye Fan."

Ye Fan frowned and said, "My stomach seems to be a little painful, I want to go back and rest first."

Everyone looked back at Ye Fan. This guy squatted here and didn't see him in any good face this morning. But everyone knows that it must be a bad mood, not a bad health. Now of course he knows that he is just making excuses to escape, but he really doesn't understand why he will only say when he comes to Zhou Yun who has a gap with him.

Everyone was thinking, and Zhou Yun said without thinking: "You feel uncomfortable? Then hurry up and go back and rest!"

Ye Fan nodded and said yes. Zhou Yun was still pretending to be concerned: "Do you want to go to the colonel's hospital to see some medicine? It's not far from here."

Ye Fan waved his hand and said, "No, I have medicine in my house, and I have an old problem."

Everyone was sweating, especially the three in the dormitory. They all knew that Ye Fan had nothing but a few torn clothes in the house.

Zhou Yun nodded and said, "That's good. Go back and have a good rest. The road is slower. If it doesn't work, don't come here in the afternoon." Zhou Yun wished he would issue Ye Fan's graduation certificate now and don't appear at Normal University from now on. It's a pity that he has the heart but lacks strength.

Ye Fan nodded and left. He put his hands in his pockets and hummed a small song. He was much more energetic than when he was in the stands. There was no pathological condition. Zhou Yun had to pretend that he hadn't seen it.

Everyone was also confused, and suddenly someone woke up: Ye Fan only said when he came up with Zhou Yun, who had a bad relationship with him, that Zhou Yun was afraid of being scolded for his own business, so of course he had to be corrected if he was not sure.
Chapter completed!