Shen Heng had bled quite a bit, with some even dripping onto his freshly changed shirt.
Despite his teasing words, Zhai Yao’s actions were quick as he tore off a band-aid and helped Shen Heng secure it over his finger.
“It’s quite deep.” Zhai Yao noticed how quickly blood started to seep through the band-aid and continued, “Can you still practise like this?”
“Won’t be a hindrance,” Shen Heng assured, watching attentively as Zhai Yao managed the bandaging.
Zhai Yao’s technique was somewhat brusque, wrapping the band-aid so tightly around Shen Heng’s finger that it seemed as though it wanted to meld into his flesh.
Yet, Shen Heng offered no complaint, simply watching in silence as Zhai Yao bandaged his hand.
Zhai Yao’s countenance could actually be considered rather gentle and soft when he wasn’t being hostile, with a pair of slightly cold and detached eyes beneath thin eyelids. When engrossed in a task, his lips would draw into a tighter line than usual.
It was rather an interesting sight to witness.
“Done.”
Zhai Yao wadded up the band-aid wrapper into a tiny ball and tossed it into the dustbin.
Shen Heng hummed in acknowledgement and retracted his hand.
“The ginger soup’s ready; help yourself to it.”
Zhai Yao got up and made his way to the kitchen. After a while, he returned with two bowls of ginger soup, handing one to Shen Heng.
Seeing that Shen Heng didn’t take it, he slightly furrowed his eyebrows. “What? Still need someone to feed you?”
Shen Heng pursed his lips. “It’s hot. You can set it on the coffee table.”
Zhai Yao clicked his tongue. “Fussy.”
Shen Heng didn’t retort, though what he actually wanted to say was: Don’t burn yourself.
After they had both finished their ginger soup, Zhai Yao once again took it upon himself to wash the bowls and then retreated to his own room.
Meanwhile, Shen Heng remained seated alone in the living room for a while. Still feeling his emotions in turmoil, he decided to head back to the balcony for another smoke.
By the time he lay in bed, dawn was already nudging the horizon.
After that, in the following days, Shen Heng and Zhai Yao continued their routine of heading to the skating rink after school, squeezing in an hour or two of practice after the rink’s closing.
It had to be said that Zhai Yao truly lived up to his role as the head honcho of 8th High School, demonstrating exceptional innate talent in sports.
While he couldn’t be considered a professional in fencing, he had at least mastered the fundamental techniques and practical skills to a commendable level.
Alongside his innate speed and agility, his progress could definitely be described as lightning-fast compared to the average beginners rushing for quick success.
In another blink of an eye, the day of the district sports competition arrived.
The day unfolded under a vast expanse of clear azure sky, with the sun’s rays amplifying the cicadas’ cacophony into an even louder clamour.
The sports competition was held in a large stadium within the governing district, where teachers and students from various schools gathered in droves early in the morning. They stood in their designated areas, dressed in school attire and bearing school badges on their chests, creating an impressive display of a formidable and imposing sight.
And right at the farthest edge, overseeing the open area near the public restrooms, was the assembly point for 9th High School.
There, only a dozen or so people were standing around—some yawning, others nibbling on breakfast, and a few dabbing on makeup, all dressed in a variety of colours.
It looked less like they were there for a sports competition and more like they were attending a bazaar.
Amidst them stood Director Liu, occasionally standing on tiptoe and craning his neck to survey the surroundings. Whenever he saw someone from 9th High School, he would shout at them to come and gather quickly.
He wore a sports outfit today, which would have been quite appropriate if not for the stark contrast with the 9th High School students, making him appear quite out of place and even somewhat comical.
Director Liu was incessantly making phone calls, his forehead slick with sweat.
Being the disciplinary director was truly a real headache; not only were the students late, but the teachers responsible for leading the groups also failed to be punctual.
At that moment, a bald crown shone from the crowd, making a beeline for Director Liu.
Old Liu, who was on the phone, caught a glimpse of Director Sun approaching, bowed his head and tried to dart away, but was immediately caught by Director Sun.
“Director Liu, why are you running?!”
Director Sun also came fully decked out today, his sparse-haired head sporting a “Go 2nd HS go!” headband, soaring against the heatwave.
Director Liu rolled his eyes inwardly, though he still maintained a warm, enthusiastic smile, vigorously patting Director Sun on the shoulder and voicing loudly, “Who’s running? I’m just warming up so I can cheer on my school’s students with all I’ve got later!”
Scanning the somewhat disorganized group of about a dozen people, Director Sun’s grin stretched wider, his voice tinged with an unmistakable dash of sarcasm. “Not bad, not bad. As expected of your 9th High School, all looking like they’re a sports champion! Eh, Old Liu, are all your events fully registered for?”
“Of course, that goes without saying. We even registered for fencing!” Upon bringing this up, Director Liu immediately felt a surge of confidence and told Director Sun with a blend of truth and sham, “Just so you know, we won’t be playing nice or going soft on you later~”
“Ha!” Director Sun scoffed with laughter. “Well then, we’ll be waiting.”
With those words, Director Sun lifted his head and puffed out his chest, turning back and returning to his own school’s designated area.
“Who’s that? Dressed as though like a turkey,” asked someone from 9th High School, twisting their mouth as they watched Director Sun’s departing figure.
“Ah, that’s the 2nd High School’s director, think his surname’s Sun.”
“Tch, that’s rough on the eyes.”
Perhaps it was because the teachers and students of 9th High School had grown accustomed to arriving exactly on the dot for work and school… that, at the official opening signal of the sports competition, they simultaneously popped out from all corners as though by agreement, instantly filling up the open area.
As one expected, they were as laid-back as ever, so it went without saying that school attire and badges wouldn’t even be part of their equation.
However, it was also thanks to the other schools being uniformly dressed that they stood out when blending into the groups, making them easily distinguishable.
Hou-ge had a few strands of hair sticking up, and with one look, it was clear that he had overslept and hurried over in a panic.
He searched the surroundings and asked Song Kai, who was enjoying some spicy strips, “Is everyone from our class here? Seen Zhai Yao around?”
Song Kai: “All here! Yao-ge—oh, haven’t seen him.”
Hou-ge waved his hand, ready to smack him. “Yao-ge isn’t here, and yet you told me ‘all here’?!”
Covering his head and dodging, Song Kai chuckled and said, “Hehe, don’t hit, don’t hit, Hou-ge. I’ll go look for him right now!”
Song Kai made his way through the crowd, searching and asking around until he finally spotted Zhai Yao at the very edge of the crowd. There he stood, under the shade of a tree and leaning against a utility pole, dressed in a black T-shirt and a baseball cap.
His head was deeply bowed, lightly nodding in sync with a certain rhythm.
Song Kai: ???
Is he… asleep while standing?!
Beside Zhai Yao stood Shen Heng, clad in his usual white, holding a book like always.
As Zhai Yao slipped deeper into slumber, his head suddenly dipped forward, prompting Shen Heng to free up one hand and firmly hold him before guiding his head to rest on his own shoulder.
His series of movements were as smooth and natural as floating clouds and flowing water.
Even more tiny question marks popped up in Song Kai’s mind—
When did they become so close?
How does Yao-ge manage to sleep while standing without falling?
And how does Boss Shen manage to read while also keeping tabs on Yao-ge’s condition?
Once more, Hou-ge yelled at Song Kai from within the group to do another head count. Song Kai responded with a sound of acknowledgment and approached Shen Heng and Zhai Yao.
Right when he stood in front of the duo, Shen Heng raised his eyes to look at him.
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For some unknown reason, Song Kai couldn’t help but feel there was a hint of warning conveyed in the other’s gaze.
As though telling him that if he dared to wake Zhai Yao up, he would immediately be torn to pieces.
Fortunately, Zhai Yao woke up by himself. He lightly wrinkled his brows and lifted his head from Shen Heng’s shoulder.
He then asked, “Has it begun?”
“Not yet.” Shen Heng closed his book, his expression returning to its usual composure. “Hou-ge’s doing a head count. We can only enter once everyone’s accounted for.”
Zhai Yao responded with an “Oh,” his voice still carrying a sleepy lilt.
Just then, his phone in his pocket buzzed a few times, and Zhai Yao pulled it out to answer the call.
“Where are you and Boss Shen? Le-zi and I are coming over!”
Zhai Yao replied, “8th High School also got a day off?”
8th High School wasn’t in the same district as 9th High School, so they weren’t part of the participating schools in today’s sports competition.
Xie Ziming’s laughter echoed from the other end of the phone. “A break? Nah, ge. I skipped class just for you! Hurry, where are you guys at? Don’t tell me you haven’t got up yet!”
Zhai Yao looked around. “Near the restrooms.”
“Puffing away, eh? Hold tight, we’ll be there in a sec!”
“I’m not smoking.” Zhai Yao looked towards Director Liu, who was energetically rallying and encouraging the crowd, and said to Xie Ziming, “When you two arrive, don’t smoke either. Public setting.”
Xie Ziming fell speechless for a moment, then responded with a laugh and a light-hearted jab, “Since when did you become so civic-minded? Standing by the restroom entrance and choosing not to smoke—what, are you gonna enjoy the smell instead?”
Zhai Yao couldn’t be bothered to continue the bullsh*tting and simply ended the call.
Shortly thereafter, Xie Ziming and Luo Le popped into view before him.
Scanning the surroundings, Xie Ziming couldn’t help but continuously marvel, “As expected of 9th High School, it just feels so damn familiar and cozy, like I’m right at home.”
As he spoke, he let out a heavy sigh and said to Zhai Yao, “You’ve got no idea, but ever since you left, 8th High School has become so boring! Just last Monday, there wasn’t a single soul present for what should’ve been the reflection report reading segment right after the flag-raising ceremony—just the director yapping away, tormenting me with his never-ending blabber… No, maybe I should just transfer to 9th High School too!”
“Don’t even think about it,” Luo Le joked from the side. “At least in 8th High School, you’re somebody; move to 9th High School, and you might just turn into a nobody.”
While they were talking, the entirety of Class 10 finally assembled.
Following Hou-ge’s check-in with Director Liu, the group began their slow procession to the stands.
As expected, the seating area for 9th High School was arranged on the side—yet again.
Next to another restroom.
Fortunately, since the entire stadium was built in a circular shape, their view of the competition wasn’t completely obstructed.
Director Liu, with a loudspeaker in hand, stood at the forefront of the stands—
“Participants for the competition, sit in the front rows; non-participants, in the back. Class monitors, you’re to collect the cheer scripts and bring them to the front to be sent to the broadcast station!”
Having made his announcement, yet still not entirely reassured, he further raised his voice and followed up, “Every class must write one!! Absolutely must!!!”
The loudspeaker emitted a sharp, blaring “ziii—” sound, giving the front-row students a real shock.
“Tsssk, yelling so loud for what?”
“Exactly, so embarrassing!”
“Eh, where’s 2nd High School sitting at?”
“Seems like they’re behind us?”
“Dang, you’re right!”
“Looks like even the municipal key school has to sit next to the restroom, haha.”
Amidst the murmuring students, Director Sun from 2nd High School was seen storming towards the podium with a grim face.
At first, he was all bows and nods before a group of leaders, and then he began waving his hands and pointing wildly. Looking from a distance, he truly bore the spitting image of a monkey, full of jumps and jitters.
Over there, Director Sun, keeping his patience in check, said to the leaders, “Leaders, first and foremost, I must say, I have absolutely no complaints about us sitting next to the restroom! It’s all about promoting the spirit of camaraderie, mutual respect, and modesty, am I right? …But, you see, considering we are a municipal key school, with students known to be more well-behaved and compliant, being seated next to 9th High School… I mean, might that not be somewhat…?”
“Ah, I understand your concerns, Director Sun. But this seating arrangement was personally decided by Department Head Lu. Moreover, the competition’s about to start, so it’s not really feasible to change now. Please, try to bear with the situation!”
“But this…”
“Or perhaps you could call Department Head Lu and ask for his opinion?”
Upon hearing that, Director Sun’s rehearsed long essay of grievances immediately caught in his throat. Moments later, he managed a strained smile, waving his hand dismissively. “No need, no need. It’s just a trivial matter, not worth troubling the deparment head over.”
“There you go,” the leader he was talking to replied, smiling. “Besides, Department Head Lu must have his reasons for arranging it this way.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” Director Sun hastily agreed. “Well then, I’ll be heading back now!”
Having said that, he turned around with a stiff smile and left with heavy steps.
Elsewhere, Xie Ziming and Luo Le found themselves seated behind Shen Heng and Zhai Yao.
Xie Ziming was reliving the epic highlights of yesterday’s game with Le-zi when he inadvertently looked back and abruptly fell silent. From his vantage point, he eyed 2nd High School’s designated seating area with a sense of peculiarity and hissed.
“What’s wrong?” Luo Le, puzzled, followed his line of sight.
Xie Ziming voiced his uncertainty, “Why do I feel like those guys in the sports attire at 2nd High School’s front row seem kinda familiar?”
“Oh? So you’re even acquainted with good students now?” Luo Le asked with a chuckle.
Xie Ziming furrowed his brows. “But why do I remember them as being from the sports college…”
He whispered under his breath and then shook his head. “Can’t say for sure, they sorta look like them, but maybe I’m just mistaken.”
…
*
The events scheduled for the morning were the 800-metre races for both men and women.
Covering two complete laps of the standard track, the 800-metre race was a distance that fell between sprint and long-distance running events.
It was an event requiring both burst speed and endurance—the very one Zhai Yao had initially intended to sign up for.
As the opening event of the sports competition, whichever team secured the first win would undoubtedly see their team morale soar to new heights.
The two representatives from 9th High School were Chen Yuan and Tao Fang, a duo often spotted together in the grove behind the school, flirting with each other in a somewhat ambiguous manner. Despite several ambush attempts by Director Liu and his puppy-love inspection team, they never succeeded in catching them.
Their ability to evade capture clearly demonstrated their exceptional speed.
At that juncture, Chen Yuan was tenderly holding Tao Fang’s hand, emitting a strange baby whimpering sounds despite his nearly 180-metre stature. “Baby, don’t be sad, I’ll be right back after running the 800-metre!”
Tao Fang’s eyes were also rimmed with red. “Promised we’d only be apart for a little moment, yeah? Just a teensy-weensy, tiny bit, yeah?!”
“Uh-huh, a teensy-weensy, itsy-bitsy, tiny bit!”
“I’ll miss you, Baby!”
“Me too, wuu wuu wuu…”
Just then, a call for check-in blared from the loudspeaker. From a distance, Director Liu spotted the two still clinging to each other, reluctant to part, and bellowed with all his might, “You two over there! What’s this dallying about? Hands off and proceed to the check-in!”
“Off I go, Baby!”
“Uh-huh, me too! Give it your all, Baby!”
The pair, like performers in a contemporary dance, retreated step by step, their arms reaching out in heartache, before closing their eyes, gritting their teeth, tossing their heads back, and sprinting to their respective check-in points.
Whirling up a gust of wind, they were gone in a blink, almost as if they had teleported away.
Everyone from 9th High School were shocked: Sheesh! They’re indeed speedy!
Meanwhile, in the stands, Zhai Yao, who had no morning events scheduled, found himself battling sleepiness once again under the embrace of the sun.
He dipped his baseball cap lower, shielding his eyes from its glare.
Leaning slightly on Shen Heng, he rested his weight against him.
Zhai Yao wasn’t sure if it was because he had been in more physical contact with Shen Heng lately, or for some other reason, but now, being near him no longer made him feel conspicuously uncomfortable.
On the contrary, he even found the faint scent of laundry detergent on the other person somewhat pleasant.
Likewise, Shen Heng didn’t reject the gesture, and even adjusted his position so Zhai Yao could lean on him more comfortably.
From the row behind, Xie Ziming produced a bag of steamed buns, offering it first to Luo Le who was sitting beside him, and then tapped Shen Heng and Zhai Yao. “I bought breakfast, wanna share them together?”
Shen Heng: “No need.”
Zhai Yao: “Shush.”
Xie Ziming: “Aye!”
He took a munch on his bun and immediately hissed from the heat, puffing out air.
Zhai Yao, still having his eyes shut, asked with a frown, “What’s that smell?”
“It’s firm tofu with Chinese chives and eggs!” Xie Ziming, savouring his bun, said, “This shop’s buns are pretty good, right, Le-zi?”
“Decent, they’re five-spice flavoured.”
“You can eat all you want, just don’t huff on Laozi.” Zhai Yao, overwhelmed by the smell of chives, eventually snapped his eyes open in annoyance, tucked his hands into his pockets, and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Noticing Zhai Yao about to leave, Shen Heng shifted his gaze from the book and asked in a muted tone.
“To smoke.” Zhai Yao threw out a cold remark and then set off for a distant restroom.
The nearby one was too close, making it easy for Director Liu to spot him.
Shen Heng watched Zhai Yao’s departing figure, fell silent for a brief moment, then closed his book and followed the latter.
The distant restroom was located on the outside perimeter, and since the competition had started, there weren’t many people around at the current moment.
Upon entering, Zhai Yao was instantly greeted by the sound of desperate pounding from the farthest cubicle.
Bang, bang, bang—
“Anybody there?!”
Bang, bang, bang—
“Help, let me out!!”
Bang, bang, bang—
“Damn it, don’t let me fricking find out who did this!”
Zhai Yao knitted his brow and approached.
The person inside seemed to hear some movement and immediately ceased their tirade of curses.
“Teacher? Classmate? Bro? Come on, help a guy out and crack this door open!!”
The voice coming from the other side was raspy, tinged with desperation and the verge of tears.
In any normal situation, such a loud plea should have attracted attention by now. However, right now, the stadium was echoing with relentless waves of cheers, perfectly isolating his cries for help and trapping them with him within the confines of the restroom.
Clearly, this act was blatantly meant to ensure no one would discover him and come to his aid.
Shen Heng also entered the restroom, following closely behind Zhai Yao and stopping just short of where he stood.
Zhai Yao stared expressionlessly at the cubicle door.
“Intervene or not?” he asked Shen Heng.
Shen Heng took a moment before responding, “Your call.”
Zhai Yao retreated half a step. “Kick it open then. But if it breaks, it’s on you.”
“In that case, forget it.”
“.”
Both of them took out their cigarette packs, preparing to light up a smoke.
After all, being locked in for no apparent reason, it remained uncertain whether it was the work of a human or something supernatural.
The person trapped inside, sensing the apparent indifference and the attitude of leaving someone in the lurch from those outside, was on the verge of tears once more.
Pounding on the door, he pleaded, “Brother, my benefactor, I really have a race—the men’s 800-metre! I tried to climb out from inside just now, but I slipped and twisted my foot. I need to quickly inform my school to find a substitute!”
His voice grew increasingly anxious, even starting to babble nonsense. “You don’t understand, we can’t afford a loss this time! I’ve even made a promise with my wife that we’d both claim the first place and f*ck the hell out of 2nd High School!”
2nd High School…?
At that, Zhai Yao and Shen Heng shared a look.
Immediately after, they both kicked the door open simultaneously, causing a loud “clang” to echo through the air.
The person trapped inside was none other than Chen Yuan, who had just gone off earlier to check in!
Chen Yuan recognized Zhai Yao and Shen Heng too and began unleashing a torrent of curses. “Damn it, it’s gotta be 2nd High School! They must’ve locked me up while I was taking a leak! I’m gonna kill them!”
Zhai Yao quickly gave Chen Yuan a once-over, his gaze finally settling on his foot.
Chen Yuan, clad in sports shorts, revealed an ankle swollen and reddened.
Given his condition, not only did winning seem improbable, but even finishing the race by walking appeared doubtful.
Chen Yuan continued to curse, “The guy leading them, his face’s a minefield of pimples! He was right behind me when I entered the restroom. Did he think I wouldn’t recognize him?! With a face that distinct, I’d sieve him out even if he turned into a goddamn pile of ash! I—I’m gonna report this to the organizing committee this instant, demanding that 2nd High School be stripped of their right to compete!”
As Chen Yuan started limping towards the outside, Zhai Yao called out to him.
“And if they demand proof? You got any?”
Chen Yuan halted, struggling for words. “We c-could check the surveillance cameras!”
“Sure, but now’s not the time for that.”
Zhai Yao then turned to Shen Heng and asked, “What’s the time?”
“9:10,” Shen Heng checked his phone and flatly said. “Too late to substitute someone now.”
“Dang it! What do we do now!” Chen Yuan’s panic was palpable, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
Right at the same time, the stadium erupted in another round of earth-shattering cheers—probably signalling the conclusion of the women’s competition.
“Bib number, tear it off.”
Zhai Yao spoke while taking off his cap, “Hurry.”
Chen Yuan hurriedly complied, removing his bib number and handing it over to Zhai Yao.
Zhai Yao affixed it onto himself.
“Hold this.” Zhai Yao passed his cap to Shen Heng, who took it and quieted for a brief moment before saying, “Mind your safety.”
“Grab me an iced cola from the kiosk,” Zhai Yao casually instructed. “Oh, and tell Xie Ziming to save me two buns. I get hungry easily after running.”
…
*
In the check-in area, participants of the men’s 800-metre race had already assembled, waiting to enter the track.
The registration teacher confirmed the attendance list one final time.
“9th High School! Is the participant from 9th High School here? Raise your hand to signal!”
No one raised a hand.
The registration teacher: “9th High School! This is your last chance before a forfeit is assumed!”
“Don’t bother calling out anymore, Teacher,” Zhang Tengfei, the group leader of the 2nd High School team, said with a smile as he approached the registration teacher. “You see, it’s already time. Any further delay could disrupt the day’s entire schedule. We still have more events ahead. What do you say?”
The registration teacher lifted his wrist, glanced at his watch, and acknowledged that they indeed couldn’t wait any longer.
Turning back, Zhang Tengfei shared a knowing wink with a tall and sturdy, tan-skinned competitor who was preparing for the race, his eyes revealing a palpable sense of smug satisfaction.
Just as the registration teacher was about to guide the participants from various schools onto the track, a lone hand suddenly rose from the crowd.
“9th High School, present.”
It was a lazy-sounding voice, as if its owner had just roused from sleep.
Upon seeing who had arrived, Zhang Tengfei’s expression underwent a swift change.
Zhai Yao?
He’s the substitute for 9th High School?!
That can’t be right…
Zhang Tengfei had gone to great lengths to get his hands on the registration list of 9th High School, and Zhai Yao’s name clearly wasn’t on the list of substitutes.
Zhai Yao casually made his way over to the front of Zhang Tengfei, not even bothering to spare a glance at him, completely ignoring his presence.
Zhang Tengfei couldn’t help but asked in a hushed tone, “What are you doing here? Swapping participants without following the roster is against the rules!”
At the accusation, Zhai Yao’s brows lifted slightly as he cast a piercing sidelong glance. “Against the rules? I dare you to repeat that.”
A wave of numbness washed over Zhang Tengfei’s back, and he instinctively retreated backward.
Could it be that Zhai Yao has already found out about Chen Yuan being locked in the restroom?!
The registration teacher approached Zhai Yao with the registration list, “Your name?”
“Chen Yuan,” Zhai Yao lied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, completely unfazed.
Zhang Tengfei wanted to expose the lie, but wasn’t sure if Zhai Yao knew about his act of locking Chen Yuan in the restroom. Not wanting to risk his own neck, he had no choice but to bitterly bite back his words.
The registration teacher scrutinized Zhai Yao from head to toe with a tight frown. “Where’s your competition sports attire?”
Zhai Yao, clad in a black T-shirt and grey loose-fitting sweatpants, responded smoothly, “I left in a hurry and forgot to change.”
Knowing full well the 9th High School students’ reputation for being hard to handle, the registration teacher didn’t bother to deal with him anymore.
Zhang Tengfei hooked his am around the neck of that “Tanned Giant” competitor, pulling him aside. Concerned with the upcoming race, he quietly asked, “…Big cuz, you sure it’s gonna be okay? That lad’s not easy to deal with.”
Tanned Giant shot Zhai Yao a quick side-eye and sneered. “Don’t worry, for someone from the sports college like me, racing him will be like a pro schooling a noob.”
“Sweet then, that’s good to know.” Zhang Tengfei nodded and retreated to the sidelines.
To thoroughly crush 9th High School’s spirit this time and settle an old score from the internet café incident, he had really gone the extra mile.
He first tried every trick in the book to persuade his homeroom teacher to overlook the matter of his cousin joining their team lineup to compete on behalf of their class. Then, he even went so far as to cover his cousin’s meal expenses for the following half year. One could say he truly went all in, betting an arm, a leg, and probably a bit of his soul for good measure.
Stroking a budding pimple on his chin, Zhang Tengfei glowered at Zhai Yao and thought to himself that once he sorted out the follow-up work, his next step would be to report Zhai Yao to the organizing committee for competing in violation of the rules.
The track was completely cleared by the time the registration teacher finished checking off names.
With the glaring sun overhead, he shouted through the loudspeaker, “Participants for the 800-metre race, please proceed to your respective lanes according to your bib numbers.”
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En route to their lanes, Tanned Giant even deliberately shouldered Zhai Yao.
Zhai Yao’s body wobbled slightly upon impact.
Tanned Giant made a taunting gesture by sliding his hand over his neck.
Halting in his tracks, Zhai Yao first dusted off the area where he had been bumped into, then looked up with a sharp, cold gaze.
“Don’t touch.”
This shirt was just freshly washed by Shen Heng yesterday.
For some unknown reason, Tanned Giant felt a shiver down his spine under the piercing gaze of that lad.
…
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The meme is very accurate 😂
It is, isn’t it 🤣🤣🤣 It’s a universal meme at this point.
Thanks for reading and commenting! ❤️
Loll the meme 🤣🤣 I just spent the past 2 days binging to catch up, I’m super hooked on this novel!!! Ty for the fantastic tl 🙏💜
WFMAS is one of my fav school novels too!! 🥹 (referring to your other comment) Mutual redemption is just chefs kiss for me 🤣 I’m glad you’re enjoying TSYAA so far, and I hope that it’ll be your cure for the post-wfmas syndrome as much as it was for me HAHAHAH.
Thanks for reading and commenting!! q(≧▽≦q)
YESS another WFMAS fan!! 😀 I finished that and said “well, that was perfect, I don’t need to read another high school romance ever again” but then I was so drawn to this one 🤣 it’s definitely filling the hole in my chest so far!! 💜
Thank you for the chapter! 🤍 I am in love with this novel, and your translation is so smooth! Also Zhao and sheng were so cute, also the side couple were so adorable and hilarious :-P
That side cp is so dramatic lmao
SH and ZY interactions got me squeeing every few seconds (✿❦ ͜ʖ ❦) can’t wait to see them both kick ass!!
Also 放学等我 is such a lovely novel
That misogynistic pimple bastard had the nerve to cheat not once (bringing a collegiate athlete into a high school competition) but twice (locking a co-competitor up to prevent them from competing) and he thinks he can report no.9 school for ‘cheating’? Dream on, loser.
Thanks for the translation 🤣❤️
Time to put the loser 2nd High in their place 😌