As soon as Yin Xinhui entered the classroom, Zou Jiming came closer: "Yin Xinhui, is it good to run for the third stick of the woman 4×100?" Zou Jiming had already thought about it. If Yin Xinhui didn't agree to him, she would threaten and tempt her. Thinking about it, she felt that she was cunning.

Xinhui didn't expect that such a drastic change had already happened when she came back from the office. Before she even agreed to participate in the sports meeting, Zou Jiming had already arranged for her third base in the relay race.

She returned to her seat and sat down, weighed it in her mind, and put down her homework book: "I run very slowly." She has always been sprinting, and sprinting requires people's explosive power. However, depending on the situation, it should not be pushed, and the class monitor is not easy to be a human being. She just needs the class monitor to be mentally prepared.

Zou Jiming has been sitting behind Yin Xinhui for nearly three months and still has some understanding of her speaking pattern. She said that she agreed. He just didn't expect the process to go so smoothly: she did not refuse at all and agreed so easily.

He was immediately overjoyed: "It's okay, it's important to participate! Yin Xinhui, you have made great contributions to our class." He finally completed the task.

It was said as if she had done something amazing.

Zhang Jie came over and said, "Yin Xinhui, do you really want to run a relay race?" She herself never had a chance to play in the sports meet.

"Do your best. It's not easy for the squad leader to find someone." Yin Xinhui turned her head and looked at the back. Zou Jiming had already run to the back with the form and said something to the sports committee member with a happy look on his face. He probably had been upset about this for a long time. She couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Jie shook her head and thought Yin Xinhui was so easy to talk to. She remembered one thing: "What's the math teacher asking you for?"

"I was criticized by the teacher." Yin Xinhui opened the math book and turned to the last homework to mark it. She confused Questions 7 and 9.

"How could it be? Haven't you done a good job in the monthly math exams twice?" Zhang Jie's math has always been a weakness, and she is extremely envious every time she sees Yin Xinhui's scores.

"I wrote the homework wrong." Xinhui briefly said the matter.

"Isn't it enough for the teacher to just write a few words in the homework book? Why do you name it in front of the whole class?" Zhang Jie felt that the teacher should take into account the students' face.

Yin Xinhui doesn't care about this, "It's nothing, I'm talking it clearly in person." She likes this math teacher very much, with rigorous teaching and knowledgeable. Among all the teachers in Class 8, her favorite is the math teacher.

When Zhang Jie went to have lunch, she suddenly pulled her clothes: "Look, look!"

Yin Xinhui looked confused: "Where do you look?"

"Where is at the entrance of the cafeteria!" Although Zhang Jie thought Yin Xinhui's expression was very cute, the matter is important now.

Yin Xinhui turned her head as she said something and saw Yuan Li from afar. Xiao Han and Jia Peilin were talking and walked into the cafeteria. Xiao Han walked in the middle, and her tall body could be recognized at a glance.

"What's the problem?" she turned around.

"How could Yuan Li have dinner with them?"

"Didn't you say Xiao Han like her?" What's so strange about eating together? She and Zhang Jie had dinner with Xiao Han and Jia Peilin several times.

"Why are Jia Peilin here too?" Zhang Jie was puzzled. Jia Peilin's light bulb wattage is too large, right?

"Hasn't Jia Peilin always had dinner with Xiao Han?" You can't forget your brothers with your wife, right? Yin Xinhui felt that Zhang Jie had fallen into the net she knitted.

"Oh, forget it. I won't talk about this anymore." Zhang Jie suddenly remembered the incident where Xiao Han sat behind Yin Xinhui that evening study. She originally thought that Xiao Han and Yin Xinhui had some signs. After all, I was used to fighting with the two of them, and I thought the two were quite interesting, but Yin Xinhui herself didn't seem to care about it at all, and Xiao Han didn't seem to let go of Yuan Li. It seemed that "Lang Wuqing, but the girl was unintentional."

"What are you two standing here?" Zou Jiming walked up from behind. He had just discussed with the sports committee member about tomorrow's sports meeting.

Zhang Jie was startled: "Zou Jiming, why did you suddenly appear from behind?" Although Zou Jiming would suddenly stick his head in front during class, it was in the classroom, and it was difficult for her to accept that the location was changed to the road.

"You two are walking too slowly, okay?" Zou Jiming shook his head. Why do these girls like to walk slowly?

"Squad Leader." Yin Xinhui nodded, saying hello.

"Are you going to have a meal? Let's go together." Zhang Jie immediately recovered and saw Zou Jiming alone and immediately recruited soldiers.

The three of them served the food and found a seat to sit down.

"How about I treat you to ice cream after dinner?" Zou Jiming found out with conscience, and felt that he had to treat Yin Xinhui and Qiu Yiqiong as much as possible.

"Why? You can't receive money without merit." Yin Xinhui's principle is very simple.

While she was talking, she used chopsticks to disperse the rice. The rice in the cafeteria gathered together like a mother and son who had been separated for many years. Every time she ate, she would separate the rice before eating.

Zhang Jie originally thought that there was a pie in the world, but she didn't expect that Yin Xinhui threw out the pie she got without hesitation.

"Because you want to run a relay race, you will treat it as a comfort to you." Zou Jiming honestly explained while holding food.

"It's nothing, I voluntarily. It's not your force." Yin Xinhui felt that Zou Jiming was making a big deal. She just ran a relay race. It made her seem like she was going to the execution ground, and she even had the "last ice cream".

Zou Jiming's meal was a meal, and I don't know how to describe this girl as she was at ease with the situation. This girl seemed to care about nothing.

He looked at her: "You don't know if I asked nine out of ten people today and said it was not possible or that it was not available."

"In the third year of high school, everyone wants to hurry up and study, but they think sports will be troublesome. It is natural to human nature." Yin Xinhui lowered her head and stretched out her chopsticks to pick out the ginger shreds in the soup. Moths are tempting, while high school students are tempting to avoid troubles.

Zhang Jie looked at Yin Xinhui's actions and thought of the meal. She suddenly moved her heart, looked around the cafeteria for a week, and pretended to be careless and asked, "Don't Yuan Li be quite tall? Why don't she run away with her?"

Yin Xinhui raised her head when she heard this and remembered Yuan Li's long legs. People with long feet do not have time and effort to run than people with short feet. This is what she heard from the physical education teacher since she was a child. If Yuan Li could run, she might be faster than her 1.63 meters tall.

The physical education classes in the third year of high school allow students to move freely. Yin Xinhui vaguely remembers that she only taught with Yuan Li during the first class. During the rest of the time, Yin Xinhui played badminton with Wang Wei, and she didn’t know how good Yuan Li’s sprinting level was. However, Yuan Li is a literary and artistic committee member, maybe she is not interested in sports like running, right?

"I asked her today, but she didn't seem interested, so she just said, 'I have to look for me in any era of relay race'." When talking about this, Zou Jiming was a little depressed.

Yin Xinhui smiled slightly after hearing this and commented: "This is said with personality." She could not have imagined that Yuan Li was so humorous, and this was really classic.

Zhang Jie inserted the chopsticks into the rice and squinted her eyes: "That's it."

"Maybe literary and artistic committee members like Yuan Li don't like sweating exercises?" Zou Jiming said in a muffled voice. He turned to think that dancing also requires sweating, and shook his head: Sometimes girls are really a mixture of contradictions.

Yin Xinhui listened to TV news while eating.

"What projects have all the students in our class participated in?" Zhang Jie asked casually.

Zou Jiming said something.
Chapter completed!