Chapter 6: School Sports Meet

Since the beginning of the school year, this is the first time I have walked out of the main gate after school. What caught my eye was the familiar group of hooligans, but after a closer look, it seemed that they were not the same group as last year. They must have graduated or transferred to another school. There was a little girl over there talking to three female classmates. There was no doubt that these three female classmates were also female hooligans. The little girl pointed at me, and I thought to myself that they were probably members of the "Seven Sisters". I thought to myself, how could I be afraid of you four girls? The male hooligans next to me looked a bit intimidating, but fortunately they were all from the school, not outside the school, so I felt more at ease. At most, I would be slapped a few times and threatened a few times, and that would be it.

One of the female hooligans asked, "Are you Yaoyao's deskmate?" I looked at her and didn't expect her to be a beautiful woman with light makeup, but the conspicuous cigarette scar on her neck somewhat destroyed her beauty. I answered, "Yes." I didn't want to wait for them to continue questioning, so I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I was just joking with Sun Yao today, she may have misunderstood, it's really nothing." The little girl immediately responded fiercely, "Who is joking with you? Look at your slutty look!" She always spoke in this tone, not only to me, but also to others. I didn't say anything, and the girl with cigarette scars slapped me twice. As expected, the gangsters like to slap students in the face. Speaking of which, I also slapped people in the face when I was in elementary school, and I also slapped little girls. But now I was slapped by a girl who was three years younger than me. I felt really bad and a little annoyed. I said fiercely, "You're done, I'm leaving now!" After that, I turned around and left quickly, and they didn't stop me. I was still worried that they would call me, but I walked a long way and didn't hear them calling me. When I got to the station, I was glad that nothing serious had happened, but I regretted the bad ideas I had in the morning, and I was even more angry that I was slapped!

I was thinking about revenge. I was so naive. I was 17 years old, but I was still stupid. Maybe it was because I stayed at home for a long time. My emotional intelligence was about 14 or 15 years old. My revenge plan was to find someone I didn't know and teach him a lesson. I would use the sweeping kicks and big root digging that my master taught me, as well as the Shaolin boxing. But it didn't seem quite accurate to say revenge. I just wanted to vent. I didn't take the bus home, but walked along the road while looking for a target. Now that I think about it, I really made a mistake again.

Walking along the road, I saw three students about my age, probably in the third or second year of junior high school. They were not wearing the uniforms of our school, but the uniforms of the 13th Middle School, which was closest to our school. I was not afraid at all. From their faces, I could tell that they were not hooligans. I stopped them and said, "Classmate, I lost my monthly pass. Can you lend me some money to take the bus home?" The three of them looked at each other and said they had no money. I raised my voice and said, "What? You won't even give me this little bit of face?" They seemed a little scared and took out 50 cents to give me. At that time, it seemed that taking a bus cost 30 or 40 cents. I took the 50 cents and raised my leg to do a sweeping kick, knocking down the tall guy at the edge. I kicked hard, and the guy screamed immediately. I guess he was stunned and couldn't stand up for a while. I was going to follow up with a big root digging, but I hesitated for a moment and missed the opportunity. Finally, I gritted my teeth and used the big root digging. The guy blocked it with his arm and I heard him scream. Judging from the scream, I thought his arm was going to break, but I knew I didn't have that much strength, so it shouldn't happen. I continued, "It's only 50 cents? I have to change cars twice to get home. What do you mean?" The remaining two students were even more scared and took out another 7 yuan from their pockets, which they pooled together. I took the money and asked the tall man who was lying on the ground, "Are you okay?" The tall student was about to cry, but he said he was okay, and then stood up with difficulty. I saw that it was okay, nothing serious happened, and I got nearly 8 yuan, so I quickly ran away.

I walked in the opposite direction, which is called anti-reconnaissance psychology, for fear that they would follow me. After walking for a distance, I took a small path to go home. When I got home, I was fine. When I took off my clothes, I found that my pants were torn, so I asked my mother to sew them up. At this time, I suddenly realized that I was wearing a school uniform when I robbed the money! I secretly said in my heart, what if they told my parents, called the police, and then came to the school to find me? I regretted it so much. Why didn't I take off my school uniform at that time? I couldn't sleep that night, and I was full of fear. I put the 8 yuan in my Chinese textbook and decided not to spend it.

The next day when I went to school, I saw the little gangster girl. Neither of us said anything. What happened between us was over. No police came to the school to look for me that day. It seemed that the three students last night did not dare to call the police. I was lucky not to be discovered this time.

In this way, a period of time passed quietly in the school. The school was going to hold a sports meeting. I was surprised. Other schools held sports meetings in spring or autumn, but we held sports meetings at the end of autumn. But our No. 47 Middle School is so special. I participated in long-distance running in elementary school, and my results were not particularly good. I took the third place in the 800-meter run in the fourth grade, and the fourth place in the 1500-meter run in the fifth and sixth grades. I was really not good at short-distance running, and my long jump and high jump were also ordinary. But I was tall in my class. I stayed for two years and entered school one year later. I was three years older than my classmates, so I naturally had an advantage in running. The head teacher asked me to participate in the race. I really didn't want to run, but my classmates were all cheering me on. I had no choice but to sign up for the 400m and 3000m races. The little girl unexpectedly signed up for the 100m, 200m, and 4X100m and 4X200m relays.

So, after the second class in the afternoon, when it was time for self-study, the teacher called several of us who were participating in the sports meet to train. This was the first time I wore shorts after my injury, and the swell and scar on my right leg were particularly conspicuous. When my classmates and head teacher saw it, they all came over to ask what was going on. I quickly explained, "There's something growing on my leg, it's no big deal, it's a lipoma, it's not a problem." Wang Dong also laughed and teased me, "You have a hole in your nose, half of your front teeth are missing, and there's a big swell on your leg. You must be from Africa."

During the training days for the sports meet, I gradually discovered that I seemed to have a little advantage in running. The two classmates who participated in the training with me couldn't run faster than me in every competition. Although some of them have longer legs than me, I have never lost in terms of running strength thanks to my well-developed bones. Every time I run in front and hear their panting chasing, I feel a little sense of accomplishment.

On the other hand, the little girl's training attitude is in stark contrast to mine. During training, she basically never ran seriously, always wandering around. As long as the teacher is not paying attention, she will sneak out a cigarette and smoke in the corner. I kept muttering in my heart, this girl is really addicted to smoking. At this rate, she must be able to smoke half a pack a day. I really can't figure out how a good girl can get such a bad habit.

Finally, the big day of the sports meeting came, and the whole campus was filled with excitement. At that time, our expectations for the sports meeting were completely different from our feelings afterwards. That kind of pure excitement is still unforgettable to me. Due to the limited conditions of our school's playground, the sports meeting was arranged to be held on the campus of a nearby university. When I first stepped into the university, an unprecedented sense of freshness came over me.

On campus, the 20-year-old female college students were full of youth, and there were also many blond and blue-eyed foreign students. Their laughter and joy echoed in every corner of the campus. At that moment, my hormones soared instantly, and an indescribable impulse surged in my heart. That feeling was completely different from seeing junior high school girls. I had never felt it on the street. It could only be produced in this university campus full of vitality and knowledge. Looking at everything on campus, I secretly swore in my heart that I must be admitted to this university. Although this university is only a second-tier university, it is quite famous in the province.

When we arrived at the playground, we first prepared in the stands. Although we said we were preparing, everyone was actually busy eating. In our era, the sports meeting was simply a feast for eating. All kinds of snacks and drinks were placed all over the ground, and melon seed shells were piled up more and more under our feet. The school sports meet was more intense than I thought. I thought our class's sports level was just so-so, but after a morning of competition, our class ranked third among the 12 classes. My events were all scheduled for the afternoon finals. I easily passed the 400-meter preliminaries in the morning, and there was no preliminaries for the 3,000-meter race, so I went directly to the finals. What surprised me a little was that the little girl also passed the preliminaries smoothly, which really surprised me a little.

The morning finals were basically group events, such as tug-of-war, skipping, and three-legged race. This sports meet was also the first large-scale event that the first, second, and third grade students participated in together since the start of school. In the crowd, I saw my former elementary school classmates, who were all in the third grade. However, I didn't see Ma Chao, and I guessed that he might have transferred to another school or gone abroad.

My eyes inadvertently swept to the second grade 12 class where I only stayed for two weeks last year. Most of the students in the class looked unfamiliar. But there was one face that I recognized at a glance, it was Xiaoyou. The girl who looked like a Japanese porn star, I hadn't seen her for a year. She looked even prettier, and her eyes and eyebrows looked more and more like what I remembered. I couldn't help but have some strange thoughts in my mind, and even imagined that I could touch her face, but it was just a thought. I stood in the distance, watching them quietly, and a feeling of relief came over me. I finally got rid of the unpleasant shadows of the past.

The finals in the afternoon began, and the little girl's project was ahead of me. Because she was the only one in our class who entered the finals, everyone paid special attention to her. To be honest, I didn't want to cheer for her at all, and even secretly cursed her to run last. The women's 100-meter final in which the little girl participated began. In an instant, the shouts of the whole audience were deafening, and the atmosphere on the scene was extremely warm. I think it may be difficult for students nowadays to have the pure and silly enthusiasm we had at that time, and we couldn't explain why we cared so much about a game at that time.

The little girl rushed out like an arrow from a string, leading the way. Her speed was so fast that I even suspected that the female classmates next to her were intimidated by her and didn't dare to run too fast. As a result, the little girl ran first without any suspense. The moment I saw her cross the finish line, I couldn't help shouting, cheering, and jumping for joy like the whole class. But this excitement only lasted for a moment. When I finished crossing the finish line, I immediately put away my smile and replaced it with a disgusted expression.

After the run, two female classmates from other classes immediately surrounded the little girl, one handed her water and the other supported her. You don't have to guess that they must be members of the "Seven Sisters". The little girl didn't have time to rest for a while before she had to participate in the 200-meter final. In the 200-meter women's final, I saw the girl with cigarette scars again. I kept muttering in my heart, how can these beauties run so fast. I was still thinking in my heart, you two just run hard, and when the game is over, it will be strange if you don't fight. Now think about it, I was so childish at that time.

The result was exactly the same as the 100-meter race. The 200-meter race was completely a solo performance by the little gangster girl, and the girl with the cigarette scar seemed to be there to make up the numbers. But what I didn't expect was that after crossing the finish line, the two of them didn't fight like I imagined, but hugged each other tightly. Looking at their hug, I felt an indescribable nausea in my heart, and turned my head away, not wanting to look at them again.