"What event are you participating in?" Xu Hao's lips raised imperceptibly, his eyes flashed with unexplainable light, "One hundred meters sprint? Four hundred meters? 800 meters or 1,500 meters or 3,000 meters. Meter? Relay run? High jump? Long jump?"

Shu Cheng looked at Xu Hao with an enthusiastic look. She was single and ravaged the short hair on top of her head, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. OK."

  Lu Yan listened to Shu Cheng’s words and lowered his head lower, learning God at the same table, even if you are really so tricky, behave in a low-key manner!

  If you go out with such a high profile, you will really be beaten! ! !

  The classmates who looked at the two of them took a breath as they heard this.

   "Hiss——whatever project is fine?"

   "I will go, won't you?! So hang on?!"

   "Wuli male **** is amazing!!!"

   "Don't be bragging."

  ……

Xu Hao put his hands on the young man’s table and looked down at the young man whose fingers were turning the pages of the book. The smile on the corners of his lips was even more obvious: “In this case, you will be responsible for the 3,000-meter long run and the long jump, right? ?"

  The number of applicants for the 3,000-meter race is only one in the class. No one wants to run the 3,000-meter long-distance race. Xu Hao seized the opportunity, of course, let Shu Cheng sign up for the 3,000-meter race.

  Shu Cheng chewed the candy, and looked lazily towards Xu Hao’s hand holding her table. The boy's eyes were slightly narrowed, and his faint voice carried the peculiar and expensive air of the boy: "Let go of your hand."

  Xu Hao's face turned gloomy, and he glanced at his hand holding the table, suppressing his anger, "Shu, Cheng! Don't, too, too, too!"

   "Dirty." The boy naturally leaned back, leaning back on the chair lazily, and his lazy voice sounded in the classroom.

Xu Hao’s face was so dark that it was almost dripping with water. He glared at the lazy young man and clenched his hands into fists: "You, this, such, not, avoiding, deceiving, people, too, very, too, right, right? !"

  Lu Yan can't wait to leave the scene at this time, trying to suppress his own sense of existence, Shu Cheng learns from God, even if it is a cleanliness, you can wait until Xu Hao is gone!

  Uncle, you’re simply picking things like this!

  Shu Cheng chewed candy, leaned lazily on the chair, shrugged, tilted his head and looked at Xu Hao, with a faint voice: "I have a hobby of cleanliness."

  "Give me a copy of the timetable for the games of the Games." The boy shrugged, and the uncle continued.

With a black face, Xu Hao gave Shu Cheng the sports meeting arrangement form on his seat.

  Shu Cheng tilted his head, chewed candy, and crossed his legs. It was obviously a ruffian's action, but the boy did it inexplicably giving people a sense of elegance and nobility.

  Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at the sports meeting form in his hand, straightened his waist, his slender fingers picked up the pen placed on the table, and wrote some words on the draft.

   "Here, I want to participate in the project." With a move of Shu Cheng's hand, he tore a page of the draft, and threw it towards Xu Hao's desk.

  The whole class looked at each other, but they didn't dare to make a loud noise.

  Xu Hao looked at the sudden ball of paper on his desk, his face was even more gloomy, he was not angry, he held the grass, and Shu Cheng, didn’t tm just enter the entertainment circle and study better than him? !

  What to pull? !

  Do you really treat yourself as an uncle? !

   "Shu Cheng! Don't tm too much!" Xu Hao finally couldn't restrain his anger, turned around and shouted at Shu Cheng's position.

  ——Ps:

  The life creed of a male **** is that there is no highest profile, only a higher profile.