The boys who were just waking up from their daze echoed: "Yes, we forgot Brother Dong."
Lu Xingci turned around, his gaze landing on Dong Jiyan's face.
Zhou Xingchen saw it and his gaze lingered for a moment. His rationality told him that giving the number to Dong Jiyan was the best choice, but he couldn't accept this person's help emotionally.
"3000 meters gives you five points for first place, three for second, and two for third," Zhou Xingchen suddenly said with a hint of provocation in his eyes. "If I run, at least I can get third place. What about you?"
Dong Jiyan lazily raised an eyebrow: "I'll get five."
"..." Do you know that the sports class has a long-distance running specialist who just joined the provincial team during recruitment?" Dong Jiyan added mockingly.
"I see, so there's someone in this competition," Dong Jiyan paused. Seeing Zhou Xingchen's expression of disbelief, he continued slowly: "I still get five."
"..."
Zhou Xingchen was stunned for a moment, unsure why this person could be so arrogant. Lu Xingci directly took the number from Zhou Xingchen.
He turned to Dong Jiyan and said: "Come over."
Zhou Xingchen felt betrayed and exasperatedly called out: "Brother Lu..."
Lu Xingci glanced at him.
Zhou Xingchen's struggle was immediately silenced. Seeing this scene, Dong Jiyan laughed and obediently walked up to Lu Xingci.
When the number was pinned on his back by Lu Xingci, he proudly said to Zhou Xingchen: "Sorry, but Brother Lu thinks I'm more reliable."
Zhou Xingchen asked with disdain: "Why did you give your number to him?"
"Because if I don't, you'll get cocky and laugh at me for three days straight," Dong Jiyan replied.
"No way, there's no window. You're going to be laughing at me in this life forever..." Hurry up! Hurry!
Run faster!! Just a little more effort, and we can win!!
As the distance between them narrowed, Song Yi called out from the finish line: "Little Dong—"
An unknown boy from Class Ten shouted: "Campus Tyrant—"
Even Zhou Xingchen couldn't help it: "Dong Jiyan, run! You're not supposed to lose running! You're a campus tyrant!"
The approaching boy's face was flushed. He was very pale, easily noticeable in the crowd.
Such a handsome and slender Omega. If he stood quietly, he would seem far from a campus tyrant.
However, his fierce expression startled several people waiting at the finish line. In those final seconds, Dong Jiyan suddenly accelerated and crossed the finish line.
"Who's faster? Who's quicker!" Chen Yue roughly pulled Lu Xingci: "I didn't see clearly, don't scare me!"
"We won."
Lu Xingci sounded vague as he stepped forward. Shen Chiye, who was slightly further from the finish line, noticed Dong Jiyan struggling and was about to go help him.
Someone beat him to it and caught a nearly collapsing Dong Jiyan.
"Shit! I'm so glad I won?"
"Heavenly descent! Reversal in the wind!"
"Brother Zhou, what's our class slogan?!"
Zhou Xingchen, moved by everyone, blurted out: "You can always rely on Dong Jiyan! Dong Jiyan is amazing!"
Dong Jiyan was completely drained and fell into Lu Xingci's arms.
Lemon scent.
Scents of grass and trees.
So pure and refreshing, surrounded by pheromones he loved.
Without thinking, he clung to Lu Xingci’s sleeve. The latter's scent was irresistibly alluring to him despite his sweat-soaked body. Lu Xingci didn't care about it and embraced the still shivering Dong Jiyan tightly.En la plataforma del presidente, Gu Li acababa de ver una emocionante competencia cuando vio ese impresionante y hermoso espectáculo. No pudo evitar gritar como si le hubieran metido un montón de miel en la boca: "¡Ah ah ah ah! ¡Qué dulce!"