Turning your head to look, you were montarily stunned.
Zong Wangyue, because of his obesity, usually had a rosy face, but today it was as pale as paper. Even his steps were unsteady, and his dark circles were as heavy as a panda’s.
"Fatty, are you alright?" Xiao Feng, sowhat familiar with Zong Wangyue, imdiately stepped forward and asked.
Although his body looked a bit frail, Zong Wangyue’s spirits were up. When he smiled, his eyes, which were normally as small as shrimp, almost beca a slit, looking quite sly.
"Heh, Fatty, from your smile I can tell there’s sothing fishy going on. Spill it, what good thing happened to you?"
Zong Wangyue glanced around, then whispered to the three, "Hehe, I got laid."
"Hmm?"
Xiao Feng and Zhang Dabao, both virgins, imdiately rushed to Zong Wangyue’s side, looking at him excitedly and asked, "Quick, tell us what exactly happened?"
Before speaking, Zong Wangyue suddenly raised his left eyebrow at you, then blinked his right eye at you three tis. Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on your face, and you raised an eyebrow at Zong Wangyue.
"Hey, what kind of signals are you two exchanging?" Xiao Feng noticed the odd behavior between you two.
"Do you want to know who I lost my virginity to?"
"Hurry up, tell us!"
"There are too many people passing by here. Let’s go to a quiet place to talk."
Watching Zong Wangyue leave with Xiao Feng and Zhang Dabao, your smile gradually faded as you leaned on the railing, watching the students coming and going below.
Although Zong Wangyue’s gesture was simple, due to your years of familiarity, you knew that what he wanted to convey was actually quite complex.
However, in essence, soone was out to get you.
Looking at the entire school, of the people you know, the only one who had a grudge against you was Yu Zixiao. You just couldn’t grasp why Yu Zixiao would involve Zong Wangyue. From Zong Wangyue’s deanor today, it seed Yu Zixiao had spent a lot on him. It’s not hard to guess that Yu Zixiao probably got Zong Wangyue a high-class call girl... Hmph, interesting." You suddenly laughed, "That’s how senior year should be; being too bland would be boring."
Afternoon ca quickly, and you stood at the starting line with Zhang Dabao. Not many signed up for the 3000-ter race, as those without enough stamina wouldn’t dare to participate, often making a fool of themselves, so it’s straight to the finals.
Zhang Dabao stood next to you and said, "Old Shu, don’t lead the race later."
"Why?" you asked.
"It’s exhausting and thankless to lead, and it uses up the most stamina. When it counts, you might run out of breath, making it hard to achieve a good rank."
You patted Zhang Dabao’s shoulder, smiling, "Just follow my lead."
Zhang Dabao was first puzzled, then nodded, "Okay, I’ll listen to you!"
At the sound of the gun, everyone started running, and you quickly surged to the front, creating a gap between you and the rest right from the beginning.
Right from the start, Zhang Dabao was startled by you. At your current speed, you could easily compete in a 400-ter race. To him, you seed to be sprinting right from the get-go.
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Dabao quickened his pace, caught up to you, and said, "Old Shu, you’re running too fast!"
You didn’t respond directly or turn your head, as if talking to yourself, "When I was little, soone told the story of the Tortoise and the Hare. Today, I’m going to be the hare. Life is about running like this, sprinting relentlessly!"
Saying this, you sped up again, soon creating a hundred-ter gap with those behind you.
Soon, discussions started in the stands: "Is that guy at the front an idiot? This is only the first lap, and he’s running that fast, is he trying to kill himself?"
"Hmph, you don’t see such fools much these days. He’s obviously doing it for attention. Haha, he’ll be crying soon enough."
The spectators mostly shared this sentint, and many were already mocking you with derisive, taunting eyes.
After one lap, you continued to run as before. The noise from the spectators never ceased, and most still believed that you would slow down in the next lap and be caught up by others.
By the end of the lap, you had already ahead by nearly two hundred ters.
"Hey, have you noticed, this guy seems to be speeding up again."
At this mont, soone in the stands suddenly pointed out.
With that, people started paying attention. As you were running alone at the lead, your speed could only be inferred from the distance between you and the others behind. Initially, the gap was two hundred ters, but soon they realized the gap was increasing. By the ti you finished the second lap, you had already caught up with the last person, aning you had lapped them 400 ters.
In the third lap, you sped up again!
You swiftly overtook Zhang Dabao, who was leading earlier, as your expressionless face gradually showed a puzzling smile.
"Hey, how about a bet?"
Yu Zixiao was sitting just two or three ters away from Yan Zisu. Other than occasionally glancing up at you, Yan Zisu was mostly looking down at a book. At this point, a slightly magnetic voice ca from behind Yu Zixiao. Turning around, he discovered it was Bai Shu, known as the most handso man at Second Heights.
"Why are you here?"
Bai Shu elegantly brushed his hair from his forehead and smiled, "Seeing you get frustrated repeatedly is quite entertaining, so I wanted to join in, heh heh heh."
"Hmph, we’ll see who laughs last." A sinister look flashed in Yu Zixiao’s eyes.
"Is that so? In that case, let’s bet on this current situation first."
"What are we betting on? How do we bet?"
Yu Zhiyuan’s business tactics were well-known as audacious bets in the industry, earning him the nickna of Gambler in the business world. As his son, Yu Zixiao carried a similar trait.
"Hmm, let’s bet on this guy running in the sunlight below; the terms are: after 2800 ters, he’ll be at least a thousand ters ahead of the others." Bai Shu looked at you, who were still gradually speeding up, with a smile. By this point, so spectators in the stands had already begun cheering for you, as such a spectacle was a first.
"Interesting!" Yu Zixiao turned to Bai Shu with a smile and said, "Just make sure you don’t end up crying when you lose."
Bai Shu shrugged nonchalantly. "How about this, the stake will be your coming-of-age ceremony gift, a Koenigsegg CCR."
Hearing this, Yu Zixiao’s face changed slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Bai Shu, as if reading his thoughts, laughed and said, "Don’t tell you don’t have that car. I got word from a special source that the car is fully modified and is arriving at the port in the next few days. I heard it’s a ticulously prepared gift from your grandfather for your coming-of-age ceremony. Tsk tsk tsk, what a big deal, it’s worth at least 50 million."
Yu Zixiao turned and glanced at Yan Zisu, noticing that she was still looking down at her book, as if she hadn’t noticed anyone around her at all.
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