"I wish you success with your heart’s desire." Gu Shaocheng said with a knowing smile. He smirked at her clueless expression, one hand wrapped around her, the other casually sent a text ssage:
[Find a way. I want Chenxing to co first in the 800 ters race.]
Once the text was sent, he put away his phone. His one-ard hold around her changed to a full embrace. The smile on his lips began to broaden. He continued to watch the competition with her, unknowing to her that Yan Fengchi, who received the command, had silently left at so point.
Luo Xi glanced at her silly sister and connected the dots between Gu Shaocheng’s text and Yan Fengchi’s exit. She sighed inwardly. Her sister stood no chance against such a clever opponent - how could she even compete?
Luo Xi chuckled and decided to stay out of it. There was no need to create enemies for herself, especially not ones as cunning as Gu Shaocheng!
She threw a sympathetic glance in Chenxing’s direction. Chenxing was oblivious, but Gu Shaocheng narrowed his eyes and a dangerous smirk crept onto his face. Luo Xi quickly looked away.
Half an hour later, the departed Yan Fengchi returned to his original place. Hua Hua asked curiously: "Bro, where did you go?"
"To the restroom."
"You spent half an hour in the restroom?" Nan Baihao looked at him with suspicion.
Yan Fengchi managed to maintain his poker face: "Constipation."
Luo Xi couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, giving him an all-knowing smile before saying, "Sorry, I didn’t an to."
"Cousin, you can’t make fun of Brother Fengchi. Constipation is really painful. I’ve had it before." Chenxing began warming up and took off his coat, completely oblivious to what was happening. Luo Xi shook her head and decided to stay aloof from it all.
With twenty minutes left until it was her turn, the class president, He Xiaoyan, ca over and called her to prepare.
"I will be going then, rember to cheer for , I’ll be watching. Shaocheng, will you cheer for ?!" Chenxing glanced at Gu Shaocheng with hopeful eyes.
Gu Shaocheng reluctantly nodded, adopting an air of indifference.
"Go Chenxing, I believe in you. You’ll do great." Huanhuan leaned on Nan Baihao’s shoulder, shaking her empty bottles like cheer pom poms.
Luo Xi gave her a thumbs up: "Don’t be nervous, sis. I believe in you. You’ll take the championship!" At this point, she was convinced that this was a given.
"Hehe, thank you, guys. I better go."
Chenxing hurried off to assemble with the rest of her teammates, He Xiaoyan telling her about her competitors from different departnts. "Chenxing, the English departnt has so strong runners. Fang Qian ca first in the 800 ters race last year, and Luo Si also runs fast. But I think their abilities match yours. Don’t worry, we’ll all cheer for you."
"I feel so much pressure." Chenxing bit her lip then firmly nodded. "Don’t worry, I will give my best and trample the English departnt under my feet! Hehe..."
"Sure, even if you don’t win, it’s okay. But winning would be even better. I trust you, and we’ll all be cheering for you! See that flag in the crowd? That’s us!" pointed He Xiaoyan.
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