Raise Love-71-Why is she so delicate
When she heard that there was a place to buy them, Sydney's eyes lit up. Without hesitation, she pulled Aria and ran in the direction they pointed.
Aria was already tired from climbing up the long slope. Before she could catch her breath, she was pulled to run again, gasping for air.
She grabbed Sydney's arm and gasped, "Slow down, slow down. I can't take it anymore. I'm so tired I can barely breathe."
Sydney laughed at her unceremoniously, saying that after ten days of military training, she still couldn't even go up to the playground without panting so hard. She hadn't made any progress.
Aria was so annoyed that she didn't want to talk to her.
It was in her nature to be bad at sports. Was that her fault?
Aria thought about the physical training that the school had arranged for a month before the physical education test near the end of the third year of junior high school.
A few days ago, she saw on the hot search on Weibo that the Education Department had released a message suggesting the cancellation of the physical education test for middle school students.
The physical education test was very important in her year.
The total score of the test was 40 points. Those who were good at sports could get a full score, but she, like many others, only got 26 points. Even before the high - school entrance examination, she had already fallen behind others by more than ten points.
The hard part wasn't just that. It was the training before the test. The school deliberately shortened their lunch break by half an hour and moved it to the evening for practice. It started with a five - lap sprint.
Not to mention five laps, Aria couldn't even finish one lap.
And it was a sprint.
On the first day, she was almost exhausted.
By the end, acid was rising from her stomach to her mouth. Her nose was sore, and her eyes were hot. She was left behind and almost cried.
She was overtaken by countless classes and moved to the outermost lane, running alone.
Many people cast curious glances at her.
It was strange and embarrassing.
It was like humans observing small animals in the zoo. gōΠb.ōγg
Especially when Ryder's class passed by, she didn't even dare to raise her head. It was too embarrassing. It was like a devastating blow to her.
A double blow.
Later, Maya Brooks ran out of the team to accompany her, but was dragged back by the PE monitor of the experimental class.
The PE monitor of the experimental class was tall and handsome. He was the person Maya Brooks had liked for a long time. The usually tough Maya was dragged back obediently and didn't dare to say a word.
Aria saw her cowering look and the expression on her face that was about to cry. She couldn't help but laugh instead.
After Maya Brooks returned to the team, she was still making a ruckus. But when she was glared at by her little PE monitor, she didn't dare to speak and stomped her feet in anger.
After the experimental class ran away, Aria lowered her head again, wanting to continue running on her own. Even if it was a slow jog, she had to finish.
But she hadn't run a few meters when someone gently tugged at her braid from behind, as if teasing her.
Gasping for breath, she turned around and was stunned.
The young man had long hands and legs. He was almost 1.8 meters tall at that time. His school uniform was casually hanging around his waist as he looked down at her.
He drooped his eyelids and looked at her playfully, asking in a lazy tone, "Falling behind? Can't run anymore?"
Aria pursed her lips and didn't say anything.
She was sweating a lot at that time, and her stray hairs were sticking to her face. She was in a mess, and a sense of embarrassment welled up.
However, the young man didn't care about all this.
Seeing that she didn't answer, he seemed very dissatisfied. He tugged at her ponytail again and drawled, "Tears are almost coming out."
Aria immediately glared at him.
Her nose became sore. The tears she had been holding back, which were about to burst, were almost made to fall by his words.
The young man seemed to have noticed it too. At that time, he was still very green. A 15 - year - old boy who had suddenly made a girl cry, a look of bewilderment flashed in his dark and lazy almond - shaped eyes.
He finally remembered the time when he saw her crying and took her home.
This was a very delicate little girl.
He let go of her ponytail and patted the top of her head, half - comforting and half - coaxing, "Why are you so delicate?"
He held her shoulders and let out a low laugh, saying casually, "There are tricks to running. Come on, I'll teach you."
Aria blinked blankly.
The young man at that time also didn't know that his casual kindness, perhaps just out of curiosity, and his scarce tenderness made the girl who was about to cry have a heart - pounding moment.
If he hadn't given it, maybe one day she could have moved on.
She liked him silently, studied silently, graduated silently, and then quietly forgot about him on her own, no longer longing for him.
But no.
Only Aria always remembered those moments. In many of her embarrassed and helpless moments, he was like a god, suddenly appearing.
He was always so casual, easily pulling her out of the quagmire. He had never even called her name.
Did he know her name?
The little girl at that time was both happy and sad.
Because she understood that he might not know, or perhaps he simply didn't care.
It was May, in the evening. The temperature of the wind was cool. Her sweat subsided. The young man beside her casually corrected her running posture, breathing rhythm, and the number of breaths, patiently and lazily.
He was like a prince who had fallen from the sky.
Aria thought.
And she wasn't even like Cinderella, because Cinderella had a pair of glass slippers and could win the prince's favor at night.
The prince would eventually fall in love with Cinderella.
She was nothing.
No one dared to look at Ryder with strange eyes. He was dazzling no matter what. Aria was led by him to finish those laps under countless envious gazes. She looked up at him.
He just smiled softly and patted her head.
Then, with his hands in his pockets, he casually reminded her, "Hurry up. Don't delay the training. The PE teacher is very strict. Delicate little kid."
He was so cool.
He was the coolest boy at that time.
He didn't even pant after running five laps.
The little girl was spared the strange looks because of the sudden appearance of the young man. Unfortunately, she still didn't learn how to run well.
Because from the next day, the PE teacher changed the training strategy. Only the first lap was a fast run.
By the second lap, the team was scattered, and the students were asked to run at their own pace. Every evening, the school playground was crowded with people running at a sprint.
It was like rushing towards the future in their youth.
They all stretched out their hands, trying hard to catch it.
The evenings of those days were like a nightmare for Aria. The physical training became more and more intense. There were frog jumps, forward bends, and leg - stretching exercises.
After an hour of training every day, she was so tired that she couldn't even eat dinner. When she climbed into bed in the dormitory, her legs were shaking, and she almost fell down several times.
But every time she saw the young man's figure running fast under the rich colors of the sunset, she thought that this was the vivid color that should exist in youth.
The little girl's eyes couldn't leave the dazzling young man. Her eyes were filled with a special luster, shining brightly.
Sydney came back with two fluffy cat ears and found Aria standing on the brick path outside the track, looking at her and smiling.
Without hesitation, she stood on tiptoe and put one on Aria's head.
The girl was already beautiful, with fair skin and black hair, and a gentle temperament. The light - blue dress made her look cute and charming. The hairpin was hidden in her black hair, leaving only a pair of snow - white cat ears.
The small mole under the left corner of her eye was alluring under the dim streetlights, like a real little cat demon.