At six o'clock in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the morning dew was still hanging from the big trees in the mist.

Sanitation workers have started to go to work, and some people who work at night are preparing to call it a day.

Heicheng is slowly waking up.

Jingle Bell.

The phone's alarm clock went off.

It was not Zhang Wanlin who set the alarm clock but Xia Lin who woke up.

She woke up impatiently, her tired expression like Monkey King facing Tang Sanzang who had chanted the Tightening Curse ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

All the hearts that have been hacked for him.

Which head was kicked by the donkey and set an alarm clock in her room?

are you crazy! She didn't go to work until nine o'clock, and set an alarm clock at six o'clock, sincerely not letting her sleep well?

When she was really impatient to hear, she couldn't bear to get up and smashed the alarm clock, only to realize that she seemed to be holding something.

Not a toy, but a person.

Xia Lin fumbled around him nervously, only to put a finger in her nostril before she determined that she was Zhang Wanlin.

She immediately felt relieved, if it was someone else, it would be a real nightmare.

She pushed Zhang Wanlin, "Go and turn off your **** alarm clock, when is it now."

Zhang Wanlin woke up in a daze and turned off the alarm clock with his mobile phone.

When she came back from sleep, she turned around and hugged Xia Lin's waist.

"What are you doing so tightly?"

When Xia Lin was disturbed by the alarm clock, she lost her sleepiness and teased Zhang Wanlin, "Could it be that you are also greedy for the old sister's body, what forbidden love do you want to happen?"

Zhang Wanlin said impatiently: "Don't make trouble."

He didn't go to bed until three o'clock in the morning, but now he is too sleepy.

Just thinking about sleeping wholeheartedly.

Xia Lin seemed to have also thought of this incident, so she stopped talking and put Zhang Wanlin in her arms and continued to sleep.

But soon, Zhang Wanlin in her arms seemed to think of something, and suddenly got up, like a ghost possessed.

Xia Lin just came to sleep, falling into a deep sleep, while saying: "What are you doing?

If you don't sleep now, is it possible that you can't go to school? "

Zhang Wanlin is about to be dragged into his arms.

Zhang Wanlin checked the time, 6:30, how dare you go to bed again.

If you are late for the morning run and found by the old class, you can add to the crime.

He immediately got up from the bed, dressed neatly, and then washed.

Charlene was so noisy by the noise, she put the quilt on her head in annoyance.

Don't forget to add a sentence: "Remember to close the door before going out."

Mo Yanran arrived at school very early, earlier than any other time.

The reason is the important task entrusted by the teacher to supervise the ten laps in the morning at the same table.

Of course, there are other reasons. If there were only two of them, would he propose to meet on the weekend?

Maybe, that fool.

By 7 o'clock, Mo Yanran had previewed the last two texts in the Chinese language, and Zhang Wanlin was late in arriving, looking depressed.

She has no doubt that he can sleep on foot.

Is it good to give him the title of Sleeping God?

"Morning."

Zhang Wanlin said hello.

"Well, early."

Mo Yanran responded enthusiastically.

There are only two of them in the class now, and it would be great if there is anything to say.

Mo Yanran looked forward to it and looked at her eagerly.

If he asks, he certainly can't agree first, but hesitates, and then let the flow take its course.

If he just agreed, wouldn't it be easy for him to guess his identity?

Zhang Wanlin looked at the classroom, there was no one, then looked at the playground outside the playground, he had something to say.

He looked at Mo Yanran casually: "Mo Yanran."

"kindness?"

Mo Yanran responded softly, pretending to be indifferent, this feeling is really amazing.

Zhang Wanlin hesitated to say, but finally said: "Or don't run today.

You think it’s seven o’clock, and it’s eight o’clock in another hour. It’s not as good as a good night’s sleep, right? "

Mo Yanran's body was stiff, and she didn't expect to hear such a sentence. She grabbed Zhang Wanlin's ears: "How can this be done? Ten laps, one lap can't be less!"

"Ouch."

Zhang Wanlin screamed, "Squad leader, I just want to talk about it, why are you so angry?

Run just run. "

"Huh! I'm angry, you can control it."

In order to avoid Zhang Wanlin cheating and taking shortcuts, or worrying about running halfway, falling asleep, and knocking his head on his butt, Mo Yanran also followed Zhang Wanlin for a run.

She rushed ahead and Zhang Wanlin followed behind.

If you don't keep up, "pull your ears" and wait.

Zhang Wanlin was out of breath, so running like this made him tremble.

He said, "Mo Yanran, there is no need to achieve this level.

I run ten laps, you don’t have to follow ten laps, right? "

Ten laps are very tiring, and it is still in the morning. If there are no people who exercise regularly, the body is completely overwhelmed.

Zhang Wanlin's ability to persist is because he usually gets used to punishments a long time ago.

But Mo Yanran is different. As a squad leader, Jin Zhi Yu Ye, the whole class is guarding her. Where can she run like this?

"You want to control?"

Mo Yanran turned back dripping with sweat.

She put her ponytail upright, her hair sideburns flying as she ran, and the bangs on her forehead were a little stuck to her forehead. Looking back, it was as if the sun was shining brightly, and Zhang Wanlin's heart was almost melted.

The goddess is worthy of being a goddess, she is beautiful anytime and anywhere.

Looking at it this way, where is the punishment for running in the morning?

A few morning jogger students were envious when they saw this man and woman running.

"This girl is too beautiful."

"I envy that boy very much."

"I know her, she is Mo Yanran in the first grade!"

Mo Yanran ran the first lap, full of energy and contentment, and even urged Zhang Wanlin at the back: "Is there any mistake, you, a boy, run slower than me."

Zhang Wanlin always follows Mo Yanran’s ass. Of course, in addition to admiring the other’s slim figure, he also recharges his energy. He said, “Squad leader, you treat this as a sprint. This is a marathon. Woolen cloth."

Mo Yanran snorted and sneered.

On the second lap, Mo Yanran blushed and heartbeat, her handsome face was full of the red glow of the sun, which was extremely beautiful.

Her speed obviously slowed down, and she didn't have any energy to say anything to Zhang Wanlin behind her.

Instead, Zhang Wanlin asked with concern: "Squad leader, or else you still don't run away.

One lap is fine. "

Mo Yanran glanced at him, speeding up unconvinced, she didn't want to be looked down upon.

On the third lap, Mo Yanran finally stopped and walked slowly on the playground.

Once I stop, my legs are like lead. No matter how difficult it is to move, now let alone running, walking is very difficult.

Zhang Wanlin followed Mo Yanran in a trot and looked at her with concern.

"Are you OK?"

Mo Yanran didn't answer, but she could tell from her pale face that her condition was not very good.

She squatted down suddenly, dizzy, nauseous, and wanted to vomit.

The whole person was so weak that tears were about to pop out.

Zhang Wanlin immediately stopped, squatted aside, stroked her back, tried to smooth her breath, "I knew you would have an accident.

I used to do this too. I didn’t exercise for a long time. I did a sudden exercise and my body didn’t adapt. This kind of symptom would appear. "

Mo Yanran was uncomfortable now, cold sweat spread all over her body, feeling like taking a cold shower.

This is probably the end of the world.

When she was so weak and helpless, the boy next to her had been silently accompanying her, comforting her.

Although he doesn't know what he said, just standing here is enough to soothe people's hearts.

I haven't seen it before, he still has such a gentle side.

In Mo Yanran's mind, Zhang Wanlin's opinion of Zhang Wanlin changed silently.

After about 10 minutes, Mo Yanran felt more comfortable.

Zhang Wanlin handed over a bottle of mineral water: "Drink some, it would be better."

"thanks."

Mo Yanran took the water and drank it.

"If you haven't slowed down, I can sacrifice myself and give you artificial respiration."

Zhang Wanlin said sternly beside him, righteous and awe-inspiring.

Mo Yanran sprayed a sip of mineral water on Wanlin's face, "What did you say?"

The good impression of Zhang Wanlin that had just appeared, now disappears.

snort! This hypocrite! Zhang Wanlin is funny: "It seems that you are really well, I just made a joke just now."

"Do you think I believe it?"

"Do not believe."