The three classes in the afternoon ended with this unclear premonition. The broadcast rang out the announcer’s nice voice: "Please hurry up and queue up for running exercises."

"Oh my God... I still have to come! My stomach hurts, I want to ask for leave!" As soon as Philia finished shouting this sentence, the head teacher walked in and just heard Philia's voice.

"Students who have asked for leave, we will run twice as many laps tomorrow. Everyone is welcome to ask for leave."

"Also let people live..." Philia whispered.

Since An Chuxia is taller, Meng Xiaonan and the other two girls in the class are at the bottom of the line, while Marg is in the middle of the line, talking and laughing.

"Early summer, have you noticed that when that Marg is talking to people, Yu Guang always sweeps you from time to time." While the head teacher is still adjusting the team, Meng Xiaonan is attached to An Chuxia's shoulders and only two people can The voice heard whispered.

An Chuxia shook her head: "I didn't pay attention to this."

"Anyway, you have to pay attention to this Marg. I feel that there is something wrong with her, but it can't be said that it's wrong." Meng Xiaonan thought desperately, and the team had already moved forward.

The playground was neatly lined up in squares, and the principal stood on the podium and nodded with satisfaction. As the whistle reminded, the "square" gradually moved.

After running three laps of 1,200 meters, An Chuxia was almost overwhelmed. When she was finished, she was already flushed. Meng Xiaonan supported her with concern and asked: "Are you okay? I said that you have not fully recovered before you run away, you will not listen to me!"

"I'm okay." An Chuxia waved his hand: "Just stick to it for a few days, because I lack exercise."

"I think what you lack is not exercise, but rest!"

Meng Xiaonan was talking about An Chuxia, Han Qilu and the three of them walked over. All three of them did not blush or breathe, which was in sharp contrast with An Chuxia.

"Didn't Steward Han instructs your head teacher? Why are you still running?" Han Qilu said as soon as he approached and smashed his face, his tone was full of blame.

Compared to Han Qilu's cold tone, Ling Hanyu was more considerate, and he stretched out a handkerchief and handed it to An Chuxia: "Quickly wipe off your sweat, don't listen to Qilu, running more is good for your physical and mental health."

"Hey—Ling Hanyu!" Han Qilu's face was a little worse.

The cute boy on the side sneaked up to Xiao Mingluo: "What's the situation with them?"

"Can't you tell? The two princes are fighting for the princess!" Xiao Mingluo replied in a low voice.

When Xiao Mingluo said this, Meng Xiaonan became even more confused: "What do you mean by this?"

"Qilu, the training time is almost here, the witch will have to punish us for a while. Let's go, early summer, you also come to see us for training. Even if you are not a manager, you should accompany Jiangnan anyway." Xiao Mingluo came out in time. Said the voice.

"Yes, early summer! I have to wait for Mingluo to finish training, and you will wait with me!" Meng Xiaonan said softly to her: "If you look at it, don't look at it for nothing!"

An early summer was full of black lines, so he was dragged to the basketball club by the cute boy.

Except that the school was not cleaned on Monday, everyone was empty, and they knew that Han Qilu would go to the basketball club to train after the running exercises, and the basketball club’s stands were suddenly full.

As soon as the group walked into the basketball club, the **** in the stands screamed one after another.