You can't have nothing even 1.2 meters tall.

Sang Zhi picked out the key words.

One meter two, no.

Reverse the order and connect them again.

Not one meter and two meters.

Sang Zhi was completely attracted by these few words. He didn't notice what Sang Yan said to the person next to him, nor did he notice what the person lying down looked like.

The sun was shining brightly at this time, and although it was shady but not cool under the tent, the sweltering temperature was everywhere. Her face was slightly red from the heat, and her mood was a little irritable. She couldn't stand the dirty water he splashed inexplicably.

"I'm not even 1.2 meters tall." Although Sang Zhi felt that he didn't need to prove this, he still couldn't help but care, "I'm already 1.55 meters tall, so why am I not even taller than 1.2 meters tall?"

"You're already 155? Then this classmate, you look-" Sang Yan didn't take it seriously and looked down at the list, "You're quite short."

"..."

"Okay, you have to tell me in advance in the future. Otherwise, it will be easy to misunderstand."

"..."

Is it possible that when she meets someone, she always says, "I'm 1.55 meters tall"?

It's almost like showing off.

"See if the number on the clothes matches the list." Then Sang Yan pushed the person next to him, "Stop sleeping, come and help me, brother."

The person who had been lying down moved twice and then lifted his face from his arms.

Sang Zhi looked over.

The man looked sleepy, his eyes were half-squinted, as if he was not used to the brightness. We hadn’t seen him for a few months, and his hair had grown longer, covering his eyebrows, and he was a little messy from sleep. His skin color was cold white, and his lips were

The color was so bright that it looked like it was stained with rouge.

The more you look like a monster, the more seductive you become.

Duan Jiaxu sat up slowly, leaned back, as if he couldn't wake up, and responded lazily: "Huh?"

Sang Zhi stared at him for two seconds, her heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly looked away, pretending not to notice. She found something for herself to do, and followed Sang Yan's words, looking for it on the list on the table.

Your name and number.

0155.

Sang Zhi looked down at the number on her chest, and then said to Sang Yan, "It's right."

"Your number is quite interesting." Sang Yan said casually, "As if you are afraid that the whole world will not know that you are 155."

Sang Zhi was unhappy: "It's not my choice."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Duan Jiaxu raised his drooped eyelids. He noticed Sang Zhi and the clothes she was wearing. He raised his eyebrows, and most of his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

Then, he suddenly laughed out loud.

Sang Zhi heard the sound and looked over.

I saw him staring at the clothes he was wearing, lowering his chin and smiling, his smile unabashed. The meaning was very obvious, he was blatantly mocking her outfit.

This reaction made Sang Zhi immediately think of the class uniform she was wearing that no grandmother would probably want to wear. The roots of her ears gradually became hot, she took a deep breath and walked to the side angrily.

You can still faintly hear Duan Jiaxu saying with a low smile: "Your sister's aesthetics are not bad."

"..."

Nowadays, it is popular to form a team by bullying the younger ones.

Two! old! men! people!

Sang Zhi simply pretended not to know them.

She stayed with the girls in her class who also participated in the long jump, waiting for them to finish comparing the names and numbers of the athletes.

The girl's name is Cen Rui, and she has a quiet personality. At this time, she seemed to feel a little bored, so she took the initiative: "Sang Zhi, do you know those two brothers?"

Sang Zhi nodded reluctantly: "But I'm not familiar with it."

"How do you know each other?" Cen Rui was curious, "She seems to be quite different in age from us."

"My mother's friend." Sang Zhi joked casually.

"ah?"

"My mother likes square dancing, and they often dance together." Sang Zhi said, "Occasionally, I invite them to my house for dinner, and I get to know them."

The words "square dance" and "often dance together" were like a huge thunder striking Cen Rui's head. She asked in disbelief: "You mean square dance? It's like "The Beautiful Seven Fairies"?"

"

Sang Zhi said without changing his expression: "Yes."

"Then..." Cen Rui's expression was indescribable, and she choked out a sentence, "It's quite fashionable."

"It's not bad." Her reaction made Sang Zhi feel instantly at ease, "Everyone at this age seems to like dancing like this."

"..."

Soon, Sang Yan called a group of them to draw lots and arrange the order of the competition.

Sang Zhi randomly picked one and was assigned to the second to last one.

There were three inspectors. In addition to Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu, there was another woman. They wore uniform black short-sleeves and white hats.

After the inspection was completed, they took the contestants to the competition venue.

Sang Zhi actually couldn't believe it.

Although she knew that there would be students from Nanwu University to serve as volunteers, the fact that Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu would sign up seemed like a fantasy to her.

She didn't want to be laughed at by the two of them, so she walked at the back with Cen Rui.

Take them to the competition venue, and the inspector's task is completed.

Sang Zhi gradually relaxed and prayed that they would leave quickly. It was just past eleven o'clock, and the sun became more intense. She squatted down and hid under the shadow of the person next to her.

Not long after, someone suddenly put a hat on her head.

Sang Zhi was blinded by the sunlight, so she subconsciously raised the brim of her hat and raised her head.

When she noticed the person in front of her, her expression froze.

She moved her eyes and saw someone standing next to her. What she prayed for just now didn't come true at all. Neither of them left, and now they came to her door.

Duan Jiaxu squatted in front of her, his hair looked light in the sunlight. He tilted his head slightly, put his arms on his knees, and said with a half-smile, "Xiao Sangzhi is wearing a bit nice today."

Sang Zhi didn't want to pay attention to him.

Sang Yan was standing next to him, with a camera he got from nowhere. The next second, he pointed it at Sang Zhi and said in an arrogant tone: "You can go to the beauty pageant now."

"Brother!" Sang Zhi's eyes widened, "Why are you taking pictures?"

"My parents asked me to take the photo." Sang Yan bent down slightly and brought the camera closer, "Okay, kid, I'm dressed like Miss Hong Kong today."

"I didn't say you were dressed like Popeye today," Sang Zhi heard the ridicule in his words, immediately jumped up and grabbed his camera, "No pictures! I don't see you taking pictures when I usually look good!"

"Is that so?" Sang Yan raised his hand with foresight and humbly asked for advice, "When will you look good? You can tell your brother if you can, otherwise he won't know."

"..."

Sang Zhi wanted to jump up, but he immediately held her head down.

Unable to move.

She felt like she was going to explode, but she was suppressed by him and couldn't move. She was helpless. Sang Zhi held back her temper and wisely said, "Brother, I won't take it anymore."

Sang Yan's hand still didn't let go.

Sang Zhi continued: "You can continue filming, it doesn't matter."

She really felt too painful.

Originally, for her, Sang Yan went to college, which was a matter of gratitude to her and worthy of gratitude. However, she did not expect that she would have to endure Sang Yan's torture during her schooling.

As if he didn't hear her words, Sang Yan raised the corners of his eyes slightly and still maintained his original movements: "Aren't I taking good pictures?"

"..." Sang Zhi couldn't bear it anymore and threatened, "I'm going to tell dad if you do this again."

"Okay, you go and file a complaint." Sang Yan said nonchalantly, "It won't be long before I get home."

There was a stalemate for a moment.

Duan Jiaxu also knelt down and watched for a moment. After a while, he stood up, pulled Sang Yan's hand away from Sang Zhi's head, and said with a teasing tone: "Can you stop bullying my sister?"

Sang Yan: "?"

Although I know this person is no better than Sang Yan.

But since he had thighs to hug, Sang Zhi still shamelessly hid behind him and said in a pretentious manner: "Did you hear that, my brother told you not to bully me."

Sang Yan stared at the two of them for a long time, feeling ridiculous: "Who is your brother?"

She pointed at Duan Jiaxu of course.
To be continued...