Chapter 663 Stubborn (22)

Luo Zikang's grandfather is over 70 years old. Zhang Tan can't remember his exact age, but his white hair is particularly conspicuous and he is still in good health, otherwise he wouldn't come to Xiaohongma to pick him up every night.

Luo Zikang and his grandfather are really close. People who don't know his family situation may think that there are only grandfather and grandson left in this family.

Once, Luo Zikang's grandfather was sick, and his father came to Xiaohongma to pick him up. Luo Zikang was reluctant and said that he didn't know this person, which made Teacher Xiao Liu suspect that the other party was not Luo Zikang's father, but a bad guy. It took a long time to clarify.

In the mixed eyes of everyone, Luo Zikang ran up to give his grandfather water to drink. The two said a few words, but they couldn't hear what they said. Soon Luo Zikang came back, and his grandfather was still there. He saw the teacher looking at him straight, smiled, squeezed out the wrinkles on his face and said: "Teacher, can we start?"

The teacher had no choice but to let everyone get ready.

Luo Zikang's grandfather rolled up his sleeves and wanted to lie down like everyone else and do push-ups, but he tried and found that his bones were too hard to do it, so he squatted down first, bent his legs, and then slowly lay down, face down.

Others had already prepared, and as soon as he arrived, the teacher immediately said: "Start."

Like other activities, the children and parents shouted in unison, which was nothing strange, but this time it was very special, the lively cheering suddenly became weaker...

Some people thought they had an illusion, but the cheering became weaker and weaker, so weak that there was no need to doubt it anymore.

Everyone's attention was no longer cheering for their father, but on the white-haired old man in the middle of the team. He was trembling, and his push-up posture was not standard, but he was still trying his best to rise and fall.

"Come on - Grandpa, come on!"

It seemed that only Luo Zikang was shouting for cheers, and everyone else was watching in surprise. Even the other parents who participated in the competition were holding on and looking at this special person with their heads tilted. But they didn't get up, still insisting on the competition, and they had to accompany Grandpa Luo to finish the competition.

Xiaobai suddenly ran to Luo Zikang, clenched his fists and shouted "Come on!".

Xiaomi and Xier followed, standing with Luo Zikang and shouting "Come on!".

The scene, which had been quiet for a moment, suddenly recovered, and the cheers continued. The only difference from before was that most of the cheers this time fell on the same person.

"Oh, I can't hold on anymore." A young father was the first to give up the competition, stood up panting, and withdrew from the competition, as if he was dying of exhaustion.

"No, I can't do it either." Another young father stood up, citing physical exhaustion.

"I haven't exercised for too long, I can't do it anymore, I give up."

"I'm not in good shape today."

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Parents withdrew from the competition one after another, and in the end, only Luo Zikang's grandfather was left. The teachers hurried forward to help him, saying that he was the one who persisted to the end and was the first.

Luo Zikang's grandfather's arms were trembling slightly, and he was exhausted, but his face was full of wrinkles and he smiled and thanked everyone.

How could he not know? Everyone was letting him win. He didn't win the game, he just won people's hearts by luck.

In the next game, Luo Zikang's grandfather did not participate again. He was willing but powerless. Doing a few push-ups almost cost him his life.

During the game, he was hanging on for his grandson's pride, so he didn't feel tired at all. But after the game, the sequelae began to show up. His arms were shaking, sore and tired, and he could hardly lift them.

When people get old, their bones are stiff and fragile, and their blood flows slowly. It takes a long time to recover.

He sat under the tree to rest, accompanied by Zhang Tan and Shen Limin.

He looked at the sleeping Liuliu, smiled and tremblingly took off his coat and covered the sleeping Liuliu's belly: "Cover it, don't catch a cold, it's autumn now."

"You wear it, I have clothes here."

Shen Limin helped him put on the clothes, then took off his coat and covered Liuliu's belly.

There were endless calls and cheers in my ears. The sports meeting was still going on. Luo Zikang was participating enthusiastically, as if he had endless energy.

Xiaobai, Xiaomi, Xier and others were cheering him on.

On this autumn afternoon, they no longer cared about Luo Zikang's bad deeds. They stood together for the first time, walked in the same direction, cheered for his every effort, and rejoiced for his victory again and again, sharing the joy of struggle and the sweetness of victory.

Autumn is the season of harvest. Spring is sowing, summer is growing, and autumn is bearing fruit.

The same is true for friendship.

Shen Limin witnessed Luo Zikang's invincibility and thought that this was the little boy that Liuliu liked. No wonder, he was very manly.

He wanted to wake up Liuliu and let her join the ranks of her friends, but Liuliu couldn't wake up.

He looked helplessly at Liuliu, whose face was red as she slept. This guy must not want to sleep at night.

He somewhat understood Zhu Xiaojing's hard work. He had to work during the day and take care of this annoying little guy after get off work. It was really hard.

Zhang Tan chatted with Luo Zikang's grandfather: "You really worked hard today. I'm impressed."

The two knew each other. After all, for such a long time, Luo Zikang's grandfather came to Xiaohongma almost every day and met Zhang Tan every three days.

"Hey, I'm old. Doing 7 push-ups is like taking my life. If I were five years younger, doing dozens would not be a problem."

Zhang Tan and Shen Limin looked at each other. Whatever you say, we dare not ask too much or think too much.

"Does Luo Zikang really want this certificate?" Zhang Tan continued to ask.

Luo Zikang's grandfather nodded and said, "He is very competitive. He wants to prove it to his father."

"Prove what?"

Luo Zikang's grandfather smiled, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together again. His eyes narrowed into a slit, hidden under the deep eye bags, almost invisible.

He and Luo Zikang have similar small eyes.

Zhang Tan thought to himself, you two are really alike, not only in eyes, but also in temper. You are both competitive and stubborn, and you are carved from the same mold.

Luo Zikang's grandfather did not answer Zhang Tan's words, but just looked at Luo Zikang in the crowd, his eyes full of hope and tenderness, as if he was looking at the young self who was once young, the shadow running in the sun, although immature, but full of stubbornness.

Luo Zikang got the big red flower and the sports champion certificate as he wished, and ran to show it to his grandfather immediately. After receiving some praise, he happily showed off to the Little Red Horse's "Just Want to Play, Not Work" girlfriends, especially to Xiaobai.

"I have it, you don't, idiot Xiaobai, hahaha~~~"

"..."

Xiaobai was stunned, then puffed up her little face, her face was gloomy, and she cursed Luo Zikang, this idiot, black fart, stupid, and she just cheered him up so hard, but this idiot turned around and bit her after he was full. He is indeed the biggest villain boss of the Little Red Horse!

The two quarreled after a disagreement.

"Stop quarreling, stop quarreling~" Xiaomi persuaded.

But no one listened to the two people who were arguing fiercely, and the situation collapsed quickly, because Luo Zikang was far from being Xiaobai's opponent in an argument, and countless practices had already proved it. So today, the arrogant Luo Zikang did not take a step back as usual, but rolled up his sleeves and prepared to fight.

Seeing this, Xier was frightened and hurriedly called Zhang Tan over: "Boss Zhang, come quickly~~~~ Your baby is going to be beaten by Luo Zikang!"

Zhang Tan was helpless. The two people who just almost sang "The wind has passed, the rain has gone, there have been tears, there have been mistakes" shoulder to shoulder, were about to fight in the blink of an eye.