“太好了,这节体育课要测试100米短跑!”同学们欢呼着涌出教室。从一堆错题中抬起头,我依旧走在最后,还没打开的眉结下,一丝嘲弄自己的浅笑又无助地挂起来。真烦人,又要跑步了。我在心中恨恨地叨念着。午后的阳光,明晃晃地照在跑道上,格外刺眼。还好,那个浑身腱子肉、一直让我害怕的体育老师还没到场。同学们纷纷脱掉外套忙乎起来, “Great, this section of physical education to test the 100-meter sprint! ” Students cheer out of the classroom. Looked up from a pile of wrong questions, I still walk in the last, not yet open the eyebrows, a hint of his smile and helpless to hang up. Really annoying, but also running. I am bitterly remembered in my heart. Afternoon sun, shining brightly on the runway, especially dazzling. Fortunately, that whole body tendon meat, has been scared of my sports teacher has not yet arrived. Students have to take off his coat busy,