Chapter 307: Chapter 246 A Voice_2 Chapter 307: Chapter 246 A Voice_2 Cui Yu heard this and imdiately put on an act, “Oh, Brother Quan, you’re my competition this ti.”
“You’re running the hundred ters too?” Dan Kaiquan was surprised.
Cui Yu stomped on the spot twice, warming up his body, and boasted,
“Not bad, that’s indeed . In junior high, I was the main force on the track team, and I’m not bragging, but my speed was unmatched in the class. At the sports et back then, I don’t know how many girls were crazy for !”
Cui Yu, basking in the mories, couldn’t help but get sentintal.
Dan Kaiquan glanced at Cui Yu, who was as skinny as a rack of bones.
“Don’t doubt it. Back in junior high, they called the ‘Civilian Sprinter’,” Cui Yu continued to boast.
Dan Kaiquan saw how well he could put on an act and imdiately felt annoyed.
He had been training every day on the field for this sports et, working his butt off just for a smile from Bai Yuxia.
Not to boast, but in the one-hundred-ter dashes, Dan Kaiquan had never been afraid of anyone!
“Let’s have a race,” Dan Kaiquan suggested.
Cui Yu quickly declined,
“I haven’t practiced in a long ti. Let’s not, maybe so other ti.”
Dan Kaiquan questioned, “Were you just spouting nonsense before?”
“How can you slander an honest person like that? I have old injuries,” Cui Yu said.
ng Gui from the group said, “You didn’t injure yourself running with Pang Jiao last ti, did you?”
Cui Yu was really annoyed, “How could that be? Let’s race!”
“Great, I’ll be the referee,” ng Gui cheered.
So ng Gui and the others watched as the two agreed to race one hundred ters.
Dan Kaiquan and Cui Yu stood side by side on the synthetic track, at the starting line, preparing. All of a sudden, Cui Yu struck a professional athlete’s starting pose.
He bent his body, propped his hands on the ground, fingers pressing against the track.
Dan Kaiquan was shocked, “Brother Cui, that’s so professional, way too professional!”
Guo Kunnan and ng Gui praised, “Brother Cui can definitely win this ti.”
In terms of montum, he completely overshadowed Dan Kaiquan.
Dan Kaiquan started to doubt his own abilities; after all, he was starting from a standing position, a completely different level.
He wanted to back out but, as a man, he had no way to retreat.
Cui Yu: “Don’t bla for bullying you later.”
Dan Kaiquan had no choice but to bite the bullet and run, hoping not to lose too miserably.
“Contestants, take your positions,” ng Gui raised his hand.
Just as he was about to shout,
Only to hear Cui Yu say, “Hold on!”
ng Gui looked at him strangely.
There, Cui Yu turned face down and kissed the track as if he were kissing a beloved.
He said, “This is called a sense of ceremony.”
The others nearby were so embarrassed that they wanted to pretend they didn’t know him.
“On your marks… Go!” ng Gui shouted.
As soon as he finished, Dan Kaiquan took off like a wild dog unleashed, sprinting madly.
Dan Kaiquan gave it everything, his legs pumping furiously; he charged ahead like an arrow shot from a bow and sprinted toward the finish line.
Not seeing Cui Yu ahead of him, Dan Kaiquan was brimming with confidence and pushed through to complete the race.
But when he looked back from afar, Cui Yu was lying motionless on the track.
He went back.
ng Gui, Guo Kunnan, and Hu Jun stood around Cui Yu, as if observing a rare animal.
“What happened, Brother Cui? Did you fall? Are you okay?” Dan Kaiquan asked with concern.
ng Gui replied, “He’s fine, he just lay down right after starting; I think he chickened out.”
Hu Jun said, “Yeah, Yu lied!”
Guo Kunnan suggested, “Should we help him up?”
Hu Jun calmly responded, “No need.”
He glanced over towards the field then suddenly exclaid,
“Pang Jiao is coming! Pang Jiao is here!”
At these words, in less than a second, Cui Yu leapt directly up from the ground!
Cui Yu’s face was panicked, his eyes darting around,
“Where? Where?”
He didn’t want to lose and had deliberately laid down on the track to play dead. If Pang Jiao really did show up, his reputation would be ruined!
Cui Yu didn’t want to beco the next Shen Xinli.
…
After Xue Yuantong and Jiang Ning finished visiting the snack street, they decided to head ho.
To aid with digestion, Xue Yuantong chose to walk part of the way.
As they made their way ho along the road, chatting as they walked,
Xue Yuantong seed to have an endless stream of whimsical ideas, never running out of things to say, while Jiang Ning mostly just listened, rarely speaking.
After about twenty minutes, Xue Yuantong’s mouth felt dry from talking, so she looked at the milk tea shop by the road.
“Jiang Ning, could you go buy so milk tea, please? Get two cups—I’ll treat you.”
“Sure, just watch my mountain bike for ,” Jiang Ning entrusted her with the solemn duty of guarding his mountain bike.
So there stood Xue Yuantong by the roadside, keeping watch over the mountain bike, while several people were lined up at the milk tea shop—Jiang Ning would likely have to wait in line for a bit.
She leaned on the bike, zoning out as the sun was setting, and soon the streetlights ca on.
Xue Yuantong imagined the festival tomorrow, thinking about how she would spend it with Jiang Ning and what delicious things she might eat.
Life was so beautiful!
Xue Yuantong felt as happy as she had been during her childhood.
As a child, she always looked forward to tomorrow: chasing after bugs in the fields, watching her favorite cartoons, and hoping her parents would buy her new toys—she always wanted to fall asleep quickly each night.
Because there was hope for tomorrow.
But after the family tragedy, she no longer anticipated the coming days.
She stayed up late at night, even resisting the arrival of tomorrow, because it seed there was no difference between it and today.
Compared to the next day, the past held her interest more; she wanted to cling to the present.
Now things were different. She looked forward to tomorrow once more, like waking up early to see Jiang Ning, having breakfast together, going to school together, and doing more interesting things.
While she cherished these pleasant thoughts, she turned her gaze toward Jiang Ning by the milk tea shop’s entrance, her eyes softening significantly.
‘Jiang Ning, that guy, probably has no idea about any of this.’
‘He’s so silly every day.’
‘Even queuing up so slowly, nowhere near as quick as .’
Xue Yuantong missed Jiang Ning, and she willed him to hurry up with her mind, but unfortunately, he couldn’t sense her thoughts.
She remained holding onto the bike.
At that mont, a little boy approached from behind, looking very young, perhaps only in the first or second grade.
The boy struggled with a bag in his hands, trudging along laboriously.
An old man followed him, nearly one hundred eighty centiters tall, with a robust body, holding a black long stick in his hand.
His eyes flitted about, sneakily watching the little boy for a mont.
“Little buddy, what are you carrying? Let grandpa help you,” the old man snatched away the boy’s bag without asking.
“It’s my books,” said the little boy.
The old man inquired, “Have you finished school for the day?”
“I’m done with school. My mom is working overti and couldn’t co to pick up,” the little boy replied, grateful as he thought he had t a kind person.
The old man, walking ahead with the boy, said, “Grandpa has so tasty treats at ho, co have sothing to eat at grandpa’s place first.”
The little boy replied, “My mom said I can’t go to strangers’ hos.”
Hearing this, the old man didn’t show anger but delight, revealing a smile.
“Your mom is working late; just co wait at grandpa’s, and I’ll take you ho afterward.”
Still, the little boy shook his head in refusal.
Unrelenting, the old man greedily stared at the boy’s face.
“Grandpa has a video ga console; co play gas at my house, and after you’re done, grandpa will take you ho.”
At the ntion of the video ga console, the boy seed tempted, but rembering his mother’s advice, he said,
“Grandpa, please give my bag; I need to go ho,” the little boy called out.
But the old man suddenly turned hostile, his face darkened as he said,
“If you’re not coming to my place, then forget about your bag!”
The little boy was stunned.
Xue Yuantong had watched the whole scene, anxious; she wasn’t quite sure what the old man intended to do with that little boy at his house.
But she was certain it wasn’t anything good.
She wanted to intervene, but she felt too weak.
The little boy was about to be coerced into walking away with the old man.
Xue Yuantong’s face was a picture of anxiousness, her eyes darting towards Jiang Ning, yet she worried about pulling him into it.
Even though Jiang Ning was formidable, the man was old—if he just lay down and played the victim, what then?
At that mont, Jiang Ning ca over with two cups of milk tea.
Xue Yuantong looked at Jiang Ning, hesitating to speak.
Jiang Ning handed her one of the milk teas and took two steps forward, stretching out his hand to snatch back the little friend’s bag.
The old man glared at Jiang Ning, a mix of shock and anger!
He clutched the long stick as if he would pounce any second.
Jiang Ning just glanced at him; Xue Yuantong couldn’t guess the old man’s thoughts, but Jiang Ning could see right through him. Although he wasn’t a saint, he couldn’t simply stand by and let the boy live with a lifelong shadow.
With an even tone, Jiang Ning said, “Beat it.”
His voice carried the intimidating force of Divine Power. The old man felt an explosion in his ears and was struck with fear.
Without uttering another word, he fled in utter terror.
Xue Yuantong was gobsmacked.
She had thought it would be a tough ordeal, but Jiang Ning had resolved it so effortlessly.
Jiang Ning patted Xue Yuantong’s head. “No need to stare anymore; let’s drink our milk tea.”
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