Even the whole world is trying to match us up

Chapter 145 Don’t let your personal emotions enter your mind!
"Natsume-kun, please don't bring too much personal emotion. Campus broadcasting is mainly about fairness. We can't rely on broadcasting to be biased just because we are in the red team." Ikegami Sakura criticized in a gentle tone.

"Sorry, sorry, I was a little impulsive just now." Natsume Qingyu scratched his head, with a smile on his face.

No apology at all.

"...I will introduce the remaining contestants." In order to prevent the crowd from getting too emotional, Ikegami Sakura suggested.

Is there such a good thing?

He said everything that needed to be said, which was just what he wanted.

"Okay, please excuse me, senior." Natsume Qingyu put down the microphone without saying a word and nodded politely.

Eh? !

Ikegami Sakura couldn't tell who was the host for a moment.

Could it be that he was the one who did it?

A few minutes later.

"preparation!"

The executive member, wearing a white headband, raised his flare gun.

Fortunately, it was not towards Natsume Kiyoha, but towards the sky.

boom!
The sound of air gunfire suddenly spread throughout the playground.

In an instant, all the sprinters were in motion.

But Suzune Hatsukano is the fastest.

She had a posture that everyone would shout out loud when they saw her.

Rushed forward.

The steps are light and powerful.

Because she was not wearing tight-fitting sportswear, her graceful figure walked across the sun-drenched runway, bringing a heart-warming wind.

In the crowd, youthful hormones slowly fade away.

By the time everyone came to their senses, she had already reached the finish line in first place.

Mizuki Na achieved an incredible result of second place.

But she was not happy at all.

"Women's 100-meter dash, freshman group, Suzune Hatsukano! Won first place with a time of 12 seconds, and broke the school record for the women's 6-meter dash." Ikegami Sakura entered the commentary broadcast mode, and continued to talk about the results and rankings of each contestant. .

The boy on the side was lying on the table doing nothing, watching the field quietly.

Thinking back to a pleasant afternoon.

In the physical education class, the boy who had a ring on the girl asked her with a smile: "Do you like running?"

Now, her answer must be yes.

It's just that I like it secretly.

Really, he has a good hiding ability.

Natsume Qingyu buried her head in her arms, with a warm smile between her brows.

Hatsukano Suzune doesn't like ponytails recently because someone always likes to secretly stare at the white back of her neck.

This made her a little uncomfortable.

therefore.

She adjusted her breathing slightly and then untied her hair from her ponytail.

Soft hair flows down like a waterfall.

The appropriate breeze blows.

The hair suddenly rises and flows rhythmically.

Like tassels in the wind, it adds a bit of elegant beauty.

The green-white fingertips pushed aside a few strands of hair that blocked his sight, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a blue sky.

It gives people a sense of comfort like being stuck deep in a dry well in the desert and suddenly encountering a clear and sweet spring.

A cunning photographer naturally has an eye for discovering beauty.

The big dark thing turned around like a cannon.

Screens big and small were replaced with this fashion magazine cover.

The noisy playground transformed into Shibuya Crossing.

Hatsukano Suzune's face was calm, but her eyes were filled with pride as she looked towards the rostrum from a distance.

Far, far, far away.

But she knew he must still be there.

'Then I will cheer for you in my own way. '

A clear smile comes to mind.

In the eyes of everyone, Natsume Qingyu's behavior just now was really bad.

She knew quite well that that guy was a complete liar.

On the surface, they are using quite childish methods to boost the morale of the red team and trample and anger the white team.

In fact, someone's purpose is to distract the white group members.

While publicly stating Mizuna's strong strength, even if she bears the dissatisfaction of the public, she must lower the expectations of the public for herself in order to minimize the pressure.

If you lose, people will remain calm.

Winning means exceeding everyone's expectations.

She was surrounded by her younger brothers cheering for her.

Although her head ached, she didn't hate it.

After all, at least half of the joy was due to the young man.

His way of cheering is really weird.

It's really not like his usual behavior.

It got worse.

The corners of her/his mouth have a graceful curve.

Natsume Kiyoha calmly turned on the microphone again. Looking at the group of white team members who followed Hatsugano Suzune's gaze and sent a telegram of 'Scream, keep shouting', Youyou said: "It's really an incredible result, but Facts are facts. I am ignorant and underestimated Mr. Hatsuro Ye. I apologize in advance for my previous ignorance."

The young man stood up and bowed deeply.

In an instant, the world was divided into two channels.

Public channel:

"What? I still want to see the ugly face of beating him to death."

"Natsume-san, you are such a manly man who can bend and stretch. I'm a little impressed."

"So handsome, so handsome, so handsome..."

In another hidden channel, two people were holding back laughter in unison.

One laugh, there is a bad guy who is an actor.

With one smile, everyone is an idiot.

The boy who straightened his body again saw that the 'spirit of craftsmanship' had achieved quite good results, so he continued to lead the topic: "Ikegami-san, doesn't it mean that the larger the surface area, the stronger the wind resistance will be? Why is Hatsukano-san so strong?"

The sound of the microphone is carried throughout the campus.

The gentlemen boys looked left and right one after another without saying anything.

With these words, the boys in the white group who had been so murderous just now turned to fans one after another.

Look at the other side.

Most of the girls were confused, and only a few showed excitement.

There are even more individuals.

His eyebrows furrowed slightly, his face full of disgust, and he crossed his arms for a moment.

What is that guy doing?
Want to die?
"Natsu...Natsume-kun, where do you mean the surface area?" Ikegami Sakura blushed slightly and almost bit her tongue.

I couldn't help but pull Natsume Qingyu, asking him to explain.

"Stupid, of course it's the height, otherwise what else could it be?" Natsume Qingyu held his chin in one hand, tapped the table with the other hand, and responded to her with pure eyes.

A relaxed attitude.

It's like having a normal chat. There is no trace of vulgarity.

In fact, Natsume Qingyu originally planned to come back unhappily, so that girls would think he was a lustful vulgar person.

Maybe, the number of pink envelopes in the shoe cabinet can be reduced by more than half, and it can also save him some worry.

But considering Minister Hatsukano's mood and his own life.

He changed his story and said height.

Hearing this, Mizuno Na, who was in a depressed mood, subconsciously looked at her wheat-colored legs.

She is not short, she is even above average in the track and field team.

But next to her, Hatsukano Suzune stood among the Japanese girls who were cute because of their short size. She looked like an empress.

Under the high sky, those long white legs are particularly irritating to the human eye.

165 cm?

Or 170cm?

Is this too high?

But why is the other person's body proportions so perfect?

Thinking of this, Mizuna wrinkled her nose and became even more sore.

"There are scientific documents that point out that shorter legs will have higher explosive power in sprinting. But it is not absolute. While the pace frequency can keep up, longer legs are more advantageous. Look, the world's fastest flying man Usain Bolt He's almost two meters tall!" Ikegami Sakura, who forgot to use her brain, subconsciously followed her partner's words out of her professionalism as a host.

"Thanks to Sister Ikegami for popularizing science." Natsume Qingyu said pretending to be profound, "It seems that individual differences in certain aspects are really a step that is difficult for people to overcome."

In the sky, a plane flew across the sky, leaving a long cloud trail, like a white ribbon dancing in the sky.

"Hatsukano-san, you broke the school record without wearing tight-fitting sportswear. It would have been faster if you had worn it." A boy from the white group who fully understood the meaning of 'surface area' stood up.

He wanted to stop it, so Natsume Kiyoha looked for clues under the steps for the Red Team.

As a result, the situation got out of hand.

"Ah, yes, yes."

"No matter how you look at it, our side is probably at a greater disadvantage." Another boy added.

In fact, Mizuna didn't wear tight sportswear because she didn't really need it.

She subconsciously looked at her flat chest, then turned her head to look at Hatsugano Suzune's greater 'disadvantage'.

From the perspective of a fellow girl, I feel a little uncomfortable.

"My evaluation is that if you are good at cooking, you should practice more." A voice suddenly came out from the crowd.

"That's too much. How can you talk!" Several girls stood up and criticized.

Collapsed.

The small world in Mizuna's heart completely collapsed.

First, he was defeated where he was proud.

Again, she was defeated by the beauty of women.

Mizuki Nana cried, and the little pearls fell one by one.

Natsume Kiyoha made the mistake first, and with a kind heart, he picked up the microphone and comforted softly: "Mizuki-san, don't be discouraged, we are still freshmen. In the days to come, if we work harder, there will be a chance to overtake us."

Mizuna wiped the crystal from the corners of her eyes, her cheeks twitching slightly.

She didn't know why she always felt that there was something in Natsume-kun's words, but she couldn't say it.

I always feel like I'm unlucky today.

"Here." Hatsukano Suzune handed over a wet tissue without saying a word.

His expression was gentle, his clear, watery eyes were calm, and his red lips were slightly pursed.

The snow-colored skin seemed to be dyed with a layer of white frost in the sunlight.

She was a little angry.

Although Natsume's members have always stood by her, it was really unnecessary.

Even if he didn't do anything, he would still be able to achieve such results.

Then, he left the field without looking back.

But now, knowing the whole process, she couldn't help but feel pity.

Mizuki-san, who was praised earlier, must have been hurt by the fall...

"Thank you." Mizuna was stunned for a moment, then politely accepted it.

"Natsume-kun... I suddenly feel like your heart has defected to the White Team." The simple Ikegami Sakura's brain was a little short-circuited and her thoughts were a little messy. After all, a lot of things happened at once.

Natsume Qingha turned off the microphone and repeated her previous words to the delicate girl: "Sister Ikegami, please don't bring too much personal emotions into it. Campus event broadcasts mainly focus on fairness."

"..."

“However, through this practice, I understood one thing.” He continued.

"What?" Ikegami Sakura tilted her head in confusion.

"I really don't have any talent in game commentary." Natsume Qingyu looked up at the sky, brewing his emotions, recalling the ups and downs of eating his mother's waffles.

His eyes were slightly moist, quite sad.

"There is no such thing." Ikegami Sakura is a gentle girl after all. She removed the microphone and waved her hand in denial.

"There's no need to be polite. I know how much I weigh."

"Natsume-san, you are very talented at stimulating the mood of the sports festival."

"Most of them are negative." Natsume Qingyu smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes.

"How about... Natsume-kun, go and have a good rest first."

"Okay." Natsume Qingyu put away all his emotions and agreed easily.

I've been waiting for this sentence.

Among the competitions he participated in, only tennis mixed doubles was a traditional event, and the other two were special events.

The events were very late, so he was very free.

The most important thing is that no one I care about will participate in the next few projects.

Natsume Qingha didn't want to waste any time at the radio station.

Zhengchou couldn't find any suitable reason to run away.

The innocent Ikegami-san blinked her eyes.

Slowly I realized something was wrong.

Natsume Kiyoha was about to get up and leave, but the boy at the next table started first.

I almost forgot that there was an annoying guy present.

"Baba-senpai, are you going to play?" Ikegami Sakura asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to change into my sports clothes. When I get back first from the boys' 400 meters, I still have to deal with this pile of documents." Baba Xiuzhi threw the small items on his desk and pulled them. Shirt collar.

"Senior Baba, are you good at running?" Natsume Qingyu interjected coldly.

"Yeah, he has won the men's sprint championship twice in a row." It was Ikegami Sakura who answered him.

"Wow, that's amazing." Natsume Qingyu praised him without hesitation.

"Junior Natsume, you seem to be very interested in me." Baba Shuichi pushed up his glasses and cast a sharp look.

He is also a smart man and naturally knows what Natsume Qingyu is talking about.

"Sorry, I like girls, not boring boys." Natsume Qingyu lazily raised his eyes and met his gaze.

"What a coincidence, so am I." Baba Shuichi pushed up his glasses and said calmly.

"I'm so lucky to have the same sexual orientation as my senior." Natsume Kiyoha put away her smile.

Ikegami Sakura, who was unaware, looked at the two handsome boys standing on the left and right, a little at a loss, and her cheeks felt slightly warm for no reason.

Eh? ! What are they talking about?
"Actually, I love sports very much. For this reason, I often exercise my body and will, and I often win the first place in my grade with extremely excellent results. In the end, I am still too modest and have not achieved some achievements in frivolous events. Showing arrogance. So much so that a guy who claimed to be a strong rival appeared in a recent game." Natsume Qingyu thought about it and said lightly.

"Sports is not an entertainment game, but more of a competition. The goal of every athlete is to compete in the world and become a world champion. There is no causal connection with the order of who engages in the sport. Simply put, In other words, excellent people will yearn for a better platform, and competing on the same stage is an indispensable link." Baba Suichi stretched his stiff neck.

"What the senior said makes sense, but my dream since I was a child is to become a world champion. Naturally, I know that there will inevitably be difficulties on the way to pursuing my dream. But it just so happens..."

Natsume Qingyu narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, with a profound air between his brows.

"What I am best at is clearing the way."

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