Wang Zehao and the others who had followed Gu Chen looked at each other, completely unaware of Zhao Zicheng's situation.
Xu Youlu guessed it was probably school bullying, and took the opportunity to sized up Zhao Zicheng.
Some parts of my clothes were faded from washing, and some of the poor-quality ones had pilling, but at least I made sure I was clean and tidy enough.
He's short and very thin.
The family's financial situation is probably not very good.
"Are you alright?" Gu Chen asked Zhao Zicheng with concern. "I forgot to ask at noon which class you're in in the first year of high school. I'll talk to your homeroom teacher or the head of the grade about this tomorrow. School bullying cannot be tolerated."
Zhao Zicheng shook her head, "Thank you, senior, but it's alright."
His gaze followed the gradually receding and disappearing figures of the slick-back-haired man and his group. "It shouldn't happen again."
He had endured the bullying for over a semester, and then the matter was suddenly resolved, bringing him a surge of joy after the shock.
Zhao Zicheng felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and he didn't even feel the tears welling up in his eyes.
"Thank you." He bowed deeply again.
Chapter 85 I didn't say anything to him either.
Chapter 85 A Desperate Situation: I Didn't Say Anything to Him
The opening ceremony of No. 1 Middle School was even grander than last year's special cultural class.
All the students stood under the national flag, facing the rising sun at eight o'clock in the morning, listening to the principal's tireless speech.
He kept yawning.
"I can't take it anymore, I'm too sleepy." Wang Zehao said, yawning again. With the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen, the buttons on his suit jacket looked like they were about to pop open.
The school uniforms were ordered at the beginning of the first year of high school. In the year and a half, Wang Zehao didn't know how many kilograms he had gained, but the school uniforms were visibly too small.
He looked enviously at Gu Chen, who stood ramrod straight in the front row, sighed, and said quietly, "Is Brother Chen wearing the same clothes as me?"
Gu Chen already had good looks and figure, and wearing a suit highlighted all his advantages: long legs, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist.
She's a perfect walking clothes hanger.
Standing in front of Class 2 of the Arts Department, the girls from the neighboring Class 1 and Class 3 of the Arts Department all looked in Gu Chen's direction.
His head was turned completely to one side.
Yang Shuhuan took it in stride, saying, "It's alright, I'll stop watching soon. After the first-year representative goes down, it'll be Yu Ge's turn next."
That's right, as soon as Xiang Yu stepped onto the stage in his No. 1 Middle School suit, a commotion arose from below.
The girls in Class 1 and Class 3 of the Arts Department all straightened their heads and faced the corner.
Just like a sunflower.
Over the weekend, Xiang Yu went through the script with Gu Chen countless times. She basically had to memorize it before she dared to guarantee that she could read the script on stage under high pressure.
Like a speaker, Gu Chen speaks without a script.
My boyfriend's situation is different from his; we can only analyze each case individually.
Xiang Yu adjusted the floor microphone to a suitable height, stepped back, and unfolded his speech.
"Hello, teachers and students, I'm very happy..." The clear and crisp voice resounded throughout the square through the microphone and speakers.
With the added character effect buff, everyone looked towards the national flag.
I don't know if I listened or not, but I watched very attentively.
The entire room was silent during the speech. Xiang Yu occasionally glanced down at the audience and made eye contact with Gu Chen, who was several dozen meters away.
His tone became increasingly confident, and the emotions in his words became much richer.
End. (Bow)
The audience erupted in applause.
"Great!" Gu Chen clapped loudly.
The applause from Class 2 of the Arts Department completely overshadowed that of the two classes next to them.
"My brother Yu's ability to control the situation is too dry." Zhang Zitong said to the person next to him as he walked up the stairs with the flow of people: "When he stands there, the whole place is quiet."
As he walked into the corridor, he saw that there were many more girls at the entrance of Class 2.
"Good heavens, are they all here to see those two?" Zhang Zitong turned around and, not seeing Gu Chen and Xiang Yu, asked Wang Zehao and Yang Shuhuan, who usually walked with them, "Where are Brother Chen and Brother Yu?"
The two disappeared together as soon as the ceremony ended.
Wang Zehao felt that this contained some topics unsuitable for children, so he blatantly lied, saying, "I didn't see it."
Yang Shuhuan actually saw where the two people went, but he shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.
"Hey? Did they anticipate this?" Zhang Zitong thought the two of them had gone to avoid the girls' attention.
Knowing about their relationship, Zhang Boyuan pushed his deskmate into the classroom, saying, "Hey, what are you hey about? Why are you so nosy? Have you memorized the vocabulary for Sister Li's class next year?"
"No, no, don't push me! I can barely walk!"
The hustle and bustle of the teaching building area had no effect on the equipment cubicles in the gymnasium.
Xiang Yu leaned against the door, and Gu Chen pulled him into his arms and kissed him.
The temperature rose in the small space, and the two boys had only eyes for each other, their lips entwined in passionate kisses.
The second semester of the junior year is the last period of relaxation for students under high-pressure learning conditions.
Most recreational activities will be the last one during this period. When you're in your senior year of high school, do you think you'll want to play anymore?
The school will show you with its actions that this is utter nonsense.
Senior high school students organizing activities? Don't even think about it.
When the dean came into the classroom to announce the spring sports meet, he subtly used this excuse.
"At our school, the senior year is a bit tough, and people will be so busy that they won't have time for these kinds of recreational activities, so this time..."
The dean spoke on the stage, but the murmurs below never stopped.
The sports meet was Zhang Zitong's home turf as the sports committee member. Upon hearing the words "sports meet," he immediately tore off a page from his math workbook, waved his hand, and wrote down the events from the usual No. 1 Middle School sports meet from memory. He then wrote his name under each men's event.
"Yuan'er, I've written down everything about running for you."
"No, no, I don't want this good fortune." Zhang Boyuan took advantage of the fact that Zhang Zitong had only written his surname, quickly snatched the pen and paper, and passed them to Jiang Wensong in front of him.
Jiang Wensong was not good at sports. Of all the events he watched, he could only write down the name of the traditional '15-person 16-leg race' from No. 1 Middle School.
Xu Youlu selected a few projects and submitted them, then passed the papers to Xiang Yu.
"What kind of event is this?" He had never participated in sports meets since high school, and each school had its own traditions. He had never even heard of the 15-person, 16-leg race at No. 1 Middle School.
"Fifteen men and women, arranged in a crisscross pattern, legs tied together, run fifty meters to the finish line." Gu Chen rarely used such concise language to explain. Xiang Yu felt that ever since those first-year high school students told him he was being long-winded, his way of speaking seemed to be intentionally simplified.
Seeing that Xiang Yu was still hesitating, Gu Chen whispered in his ear, "There are few boys in our class, so I guess we'll have to have them all participate."
Gu Chen had barely finished speaking when the dean on the stage brought up the matter.
"For the 15-person, 16-legged race, the school requires 8 boys and 7 girls. Our class has just enough boys, so don't say you don't want to participate." The dean pushed his glasses up. "This is your last sports meet in high school. I hope everyone will participate and leave an unforgettable mark on your lives."
The dean's words sound nice, but they actually have no encouraging effect whatsoever.
The official collection form circulated around the class and returned to Zhang Zitong's hands. The girls' side hadn't even registered all the participants for the 4x1 and 4x4 relays.
Zhang Zitong was on the verge of tears. As soon as get out of class ended, he ran to the podium and shouted, "Ladies! Let's put in some effort! Fifteen or sixteen people is enough. Can we write about some other projects?"
"That won't work, I'm not good at long-distance running!"
"I can't take the first step in a sprint!"
"I have the will, but not the ability!"
The girls below weren't very enthusiastic, and Zhang Zitong, seeing that he couldn't get them moving, frantically tried to get Gu Chen's attention by giving him meaningful glances.
Gu Chen received a look, stood up, cleared his throat twice, and said loudly, "Everyone, cheer up and be more active. We're not aiming for rankings or awards; participation is the most important thing. If we're not good at running, we can try long jump or high jump. If all else fails, we can try throwing a shot put or medicine ball. As long as you don't hit the referee, it's not a big deal in these kinds of sports."
As Gu Chen stood on the podium, Zhang Zitong whispered to him, "Brother Chen, let's put the individual events aside for now, and nobody's even running the relay."
Gu Chen hummed in agreement, took the registration form, and looked at the two columns for girls' relays. "We're one person short for the 100-meter relay and two people short for the 400-meter relay. Are there any other girls who would like to sign up?"
No one responded immediately after I asked the question.
"Add me to the 100-meter relay." The girl in the third row slowly raised her right hand. If the classroom hadn't been so quiet, Gu Chen probably wouldn't have been able to hear her.
"Liu Meng, right?" Gu Chen smiled, picked up a pen and wrote down the name. "Thank you for your contribution to the class."
Now there are only two people left for the 400-meter relay. Gu Chen looked around and, seeing no one, turned to look at the list.
"He Lulu? You've already signed up for the 400 meters, why don't you sign up for the 400-meter relay too?"
Gu Chen looked up and asked He Lulu with a smile.
He Lulu is 1.7 meters tall, which is considered tall among girls. She is also quite athletic. When faced with the question, she answered directly: "Class monitor, a round of 400 meters is a 400-meter relay. I'm afraid I won't be able to run it."
"I see." Gu Chen looked at the list again. "That is indeed troublesome."
Seeing that even Gu Chen couldn't gather enough people, Zhang Zitong gritted her teeth and said, "Here's what we'll do! I'll treat all the girls who signed up for the running event to milk tea for the two days of the sports meet! Toppings are all you can add!"
"The sports committee is really generous!" Tang Yue teased. "I'll sign up for the 400-meter relay. Forget about Milk Tea, but could the class monitor and Academic Star Xiang run with me?"
"This..." Zhang Zitong was still unsure about the matter, but Gu Chen, who was standing next to him, made the decision directly.
"I'll go with you! I'll run the whole 400m relay and 3000m endurance race with the girls!"
Wang Airu joined her best friends in teasing, "What about the top student, Xiang?"
Is her boyfriend going along for the race?
After running three kilometers, his throat and lungs were quite sore, and Gu Chen didn't want Xiang Yu to suffer along with him.
Before he could even speak, Wang Zehao from the back row shouted.
"Brother Yu said he'll join us too!"
Gu Chen looked at her boyfriend and Xiang Yu smiled at him.
"I've signed up for the 400-meter relay! But just so you know, don't blame me if I don't win a prize!" Wang Airuo readily agreed.
Several other girls raised their hands.