[In the 100-meter final of the school sports meeting, I fell into the arms of the coldest student in the school.
Xia Wan was the little sprinting sun of the Physical Education College, with a high ponytail and bright yellow sportswear. She ran like a gust of wind - until the day of the school sports meeting, she missed the sprint while sprinting and ran into the arms of Shen Jiaoyang of the Liberal Arts College.
His white shirt was scratched by her spikes, and his wrists were bleeding, but he frowned and asked, "Does it hurt from the fall?"
Later, Xia Wan blocked the downstairs of the School of Liberal Arts with hot milk: "Senior Shen, repay the favor! I will teach you running, and you will help me make up ancient poems. Is it a deal?"
Shen Jiaoyang wore gold-rimmed glasses and glanced at her with his cold eyes: "No need."
But when she turned around, he helped her pick up scattered reference books in the library, threw small paper airplanes saying "Don't be afraid" to her under the debate stage, and when she was intercepted by her love rival, he protected her behind him and said coldly: "She is my girlfriend."
Later, at the National Track and Field Championships, Xia Wan crossed the finish line and threw herself into Shen Jiaoyang's arms.
He lowered his head and chuckled in her ear: "Xia Wan, you run too fast - I have been chasing you for four years and I can finally hold you."
Small Theater
One day after training, Xia Wan poked Shen Jiaoyang in the waist: "They all say you are an iceberg, why are you so nice to me?"
Shen Jiaoyang wrapped her hands in his palms, and the tips of her ears turned red: "Because you are my evening wind, blowing away my scorching sun."
——The straight-ball sprint girl × the cold-hearted and sinister literary god. From the first time she met her graduation proposal at the school sports day, the whole process was sweet and cruel. His tenderness was only given to her.
