"My bad, my bad." Lin Li apologized with a smile, then caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye and handed the water he was holding to Chen Yu Ying.

There's something to be done.

"Why give it to me? I'm not drinking—" Chen Yu Ying asked in confusion after taking the water bottle, but before she could finish her sentence, her vision went black as a piece of clothing covered her head.

Lin Li's clothes were washed at home, clearly different from the smell of the school laundry.

So Chen Yu Ying didn't make too much of a fuss.

"Hold this for me, I'm going to cheer someone on." Lin Li's voice came from outside the clothes.

When Chen Yu Ying took off the clothes and held them in her arms again, Lin Li was already back on the track, alongside Wang Yuezhi, who still had a little over one lap to go.

"Wang Yuezhi, keep going! Just over four hundred meters left!" Lin Li said to him.

In the Divine Hall, the strength given by the clown had all but burned out for Wang Yuezhi, who found even responding with eye contact difficult this time.

"Come on, I'll run with you. Just follow me."

The time for Lin Li to use the [Wind Manipulation] hadn't ended yet, so he ran ahead of Wang Yuezhi, then manipulated the wind on the field to drift from back to front to make it a bit easier for Wang Yuezhi to run.

The Nansang Middle School sports meet didn't allow unrelated individuals to accompany runners, but Lin Li was a participant in this event.

So the referee just raised an eyebrow upon seeing this and didn't say anything.

"Keep it up!" Lin Li called back.

Wang Yuezhi wasn't even supposed to be in this event; he was forced into it because of Lin Li.

Lin Li was no Wu Min; he took responsibility for his actions.

And the people from Class Four, who had just been celebrating Lin Li's victory, now realized what Lin Li was doing.

"Wang Yuezhi! Don't embarrass the Wang Family! One last lap! Charge, man!" Wang Ze leaped onto Zhou Baowei's back, punching the air vigorously toward Wang Yuezhi.

"Come on." Zhou Baowei, holding up Wang Ze, nodded toward Wang Yuezhi as well.

"Squeak squeak squeak! Squeak squeak!" Bai Bufan remained true to himself.

"Go, go! Even though I still don't recognize you." Chen Tianming also smiled in encouragement.

"Wang Yuezhi, hang in there." The girls at the finish line offered their warmest encouragement and friendly smiles as Wang Yuezhi, who appeared almost like a dead dog, twisted his way toward them.

This was Wang Yuezhi's first time running a long distance, the difference between 3000 meters and 1000 meters was more than just triple.

It felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing his lungs, oxygen was shredded into pieces, never filling the chest's thirst, and his calf muscles felt like they were repeatedly pierced by thousands of steel needles. Each step felt like pulling lead-laden prosthetic legs out of a swamp, vision blurred with sweat, and cheers came through the sound of a water curtain...

Wang Yuezhi couldn't utter a word.

Damn, this is tough.

But at this moment, hearing boys he wasn't familiar with usually cheering passionately for him, listening to girls call his name, couldn't see clearly, couldn't distinguish the voices, but Wang Yuezhi felt like crying.

He lifted his head slightly, looking at the fuzzy white figure leading him.

"Follow my rhythm, inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale—keep going! Only 200 meters left." Lin Li ran in front at a slightly faster pace than Wang Yuezhi, turning back now and then to check on Wang Yuezhi to adjust his speed while constantly offering words of encouragement.

Some people are born suns.

And at this moment, the sun was shining on him.

"150 meters!"

"100 meters! Can you lift your legs higher?"

"50 meters! The finish line is right in front, Wang Yuezhi!"

"Last thirty meters, I'm stepping aside, sprint! Go all out!"

The white figure moved from in front of him, Wang Yuezhi raised his head, gritted his teeth, and stretched his legs.

"Eighth place." The referee said with a smile to Wang Yuezhi as he crossed the line.

Wang Yuezhi didn't quite catch the number, he just collapsed to the ground.

The result itself didn't really matter to him, even coming last wouldn't bother him.

Just as he thought of lying down to catch his breath, the next second, he found himself suddenly surrounded by the guys from his class. Lin Li holding up his shoulders from behind, while others began to lift his limbs.

His body was airborne.

"Wang Yuezhi! Wang Yuezhi!" Led by Lin Li, the boys shouted Wang Yuezhi's name, then tossed him up and caught him repeatedly.

"Wang Yuezhi!"

"Wang Yuezhi!"

Wang Yuezhi's vision was blurred by sweat, his throat choked with a ball of burning emotions. Every time he was thrown into the air, he felt his heart about to leap out of his chest, the cheers around him rushing in like a tide and receding.

He saw Lin Li grinning, saw the flushed faces of other guys, saw the sky spinning above him... At this moment, he felt like a feather floating lightly on the ocean called "friendship," all fatigue and pain washed away.

Until he saw the goalpost appearing in front of his three legs.

Wang Yuezhi: "(;☉_☉)?"

Grass.

When did you move me here?

No, why stop tossing me? What are you going to do by spreading my legs apart?

Wait!

Wait, damn it!

…

Wang Yuezhi, sorely ravaged, lay on the track clutching his groin, looking utterly devastated.

Dad, if you want grandsons, better have another son quickly.

So that's what it all culminated in, damn it, Lin Li, I really am &%*#@

However.

Wang Yuezhi smiled.

This time, let's just say I deserved it.

I did experience a moment of beauty at this sports meet.

"Wang Yuezhi, want some water? Here's a bottle, finishing the run is really impressive."

Hearing the refreshing familiar voice, Wang Yuezhi released his hands to act more elegantly, looking up, it was Chen Yu Ying bent slightly, handing him a bottle of mineral water.

"Th-thank you." Wang Yuezhi took it, responding with his throat still in pain.

"You're welcome, take a good rest." Chen Yu Ying smiled, shook her head at Wang Yuezhi, and walked away hugging the remaining half bottle of water.

"Hehe~"

Wang Yuezhi looked at the bottle of mineral water in his hand, feeling like his little Wang Yuezhi didn't hurt anymore.

"Hehe~"

Not far off, Chen Tianming, who had seen the scene, squinted his eyes and took a step forward, asking seriously:

"Wang Yuezhi, you don't plan to drink that water, do you? You don't think it's Holy Water, intending to keep it in the dorm and worship it daily, thinking it will bring you good luck, do you?"

Wang Yuezhi looked at Chen Tianming in shock. How could this guy know the Mind Reading Technique?

"How did you know?" He retorted.

"It's nothing."

Chen Tianming sighed, didn't respond, walked away, and then sighed again: "Pitiful, pathetic."

I wouldn't do that.

Brother, trust me, Qiaoqiao truly is different.

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