youâre my number one
That afternoon during lunch, little fatty and Zhao Ruiwen were called over to the school entrance by Song Yan.
Then, they stared at the two large coolers full of milk tea, as well as the takeout containers of Japanese cuisine that looked expensive with just a look at the packaging, then sank into profound contemplation.
Song Yan understatedly said: âThereâs enough for the entire class.â
Little fatty and Zhao Ruiwen immediately grabbed one box each: âOkay, thank you dad.â
After they handed out the milk tea, Song Yan directly gained an entire room of offspring, but amongst his offspring, Xia Zhiyeâs figure could not be seen.
âWhereâs Xia Zhiye.â Song Yan casually asked someone beside him.
While chewing on the fruit pieces, that person ambiguously replied: âBefore, a third year senior sister sent him some milk tea so he followed them. He probably followed them to the cafeteria on the third floor to eat.â
As soon as the words came out, little fatty, who had been happily enjoying the fried food and drinking the milk tea, instantly felt the surrounding air pressure drop down to the valley floor at a physically perceptible speed.
ââ¦â¦â
Oh no.
He thought back to the miserable experience heâs had for the past day while the two were in the middle of their cold war, and little fatty hurriedly covered the other personâs mouth: âWhat are you talking about, is our Ye ge that kind of person? Also, is the milk tea that the third year senior sister better than the milk tea that our Yan ge bought? Donât be ridiculous.â
Then he hurriedly turned to look at Song Yan: âYan ge, you have to believe in Ye ge. Heâs definitely still on the sports field, how about I go help you call him?â
âNo need.â Song Yan stood up, pushed over the lunch box full of Japanese cuisine, then coldly replied, âThis is for him. He can eat it if he wants, if not then he can just toss it.â
After he finished speaking, he picked up his jacket and walked towards the dining hall.
Little fatty hurriedly called after him: âYan ge, where are you going?â
Song Yan casually tossed out: âGetting takeout.â
â?â
Heâs still picking up takeout?
Was Song Yan planning on developing the GDP of the entire NanWu No.3 Middle High district by himself?
While scolding the other in his heart, little fatty accepted the bento box of Japanese cuisine on the table.
He was originally curious and wanted to open it up to look, but instead, he first saw the small receipt placed at the opening of the bag.
The receipt:
[Nourishing Eel Rice Bowl (Freshly caught) *1x 388 yuan]
[Steamed egg with caviar *1x 198 yuan]
[Small Serving of Roasted Beef *1x 588 yuan]
[Foie Gras Handroll *2x 136 yuan]
[Total: 1310 yuan]
ââ¦â¦â
Little fatty froze for 3 seconds, then he placed the bag back without touching it.
Indeed, Yan geâs love was not one that an ordinary person like him could bear.
Also, with this kind of order, was he planning on turning Ye ge into a cow?
Sure enough, he was at the age where one was as ruthless as a wolf.
Little fatty clicked his tongue, as if filled with a thousand regrets.
Meanwhile, Xia Zhiye really did follow Lin Yiling, but he didnât go to eat lunch with her, nor did he accept her milk tea.
It was simply because Lin Yiling was the previous head of the Department of Education in the previous student union, and was familiar with those in the Department of Education, so he asked her to help communicate with the director of the Department of Education to move the girlâs 800 meter race before the menâs one kilometer race, so that he could set aside about thirty to forty minutes to rest and recuperate.
The stream of events in the sports day was usually done quite casually, so switching the order of events did not disturb the event at all. Added to the fact that the executive secretary of the second year students had no objections, this matter was quickly settled.
Xia Zhiye also tactfully declined his senior sisterâs invitation to have lunch in the third floor cafeteria, then returned to the second floor cafeteria on his own.
Then perhaps it was because he came too late, but all the dishes in the second floor cafeteria was divided up cleanly, there wasnât even a bite of vegetables left over. There also wasnât the figure of a certain frowning little face in the cafeteria. It seems that a certain someoneâs 21 day cold war plan was so cold that they were even unwilling to set aside a meal for him.
Little heartless thing.
Xia Zhiye leisurely pulled out his phone, and was just about to order some takeout and make do with that when he heard someoneâs voice from a corner shout: âLord Xia! Over here!â
He turned to look, and saw little fatty wave a hand in his direction whilst hugging a bag in his arms as if it were a precious treasure.
Xia Zhiye walked over and sat down: âWhatâs up.â
Little fatty pushed over the takeout bag as well as the extra fruity grape tea: âYan ge bought it for you.â
Yan ge bought it for him?
Looks like that little heartless thing wasnât as heartless as he thought.
The corner of Xia Zhiyeâs mouth picked up with a hint of laughter.
He took the bag, then saw the receipt on the milk tea with the specially ordered extra cheese foam topping, and the laughter on the corner of his lips deepened.
Now that you mention it, he was wondering why there was a cup of Hey Tea1Â in the hands of each student in Class 1. Turns out it was because a little tsundere wanted to buy it for him, but also couldnât lower his face to buy it just for Xia Zhiye.
Also, it wasnât that the other didnât help set aside a serving of lunch for him, it was because the other felt distressed that he was expending a lot of energy today, so the other specially bought a good meal to help him recuperate.
But despite feeling touched, a certain someone really forgot past pains as soon as the wound heals.
Before when the little tsundere was drunk, it had only been a few days since he cried with a miserable appearance while saying he had no money, that he couldnât even dry clean his clothes or eat foie gras, but now he started acting magnanimous again.
If he didnât ask Xia Yuhua to spend 50,000 yuan to help buy Song Yanâs watch, how would the other have been able to live, considering the consumption consciousness of the eldest young master that could topple households.
But who cares about toppling households. Whatâs wrong with such a good boyfriend toppling households, it wasnât as if he couldnât afford to raise the other.
Xia Zhiye thought to himself, and finished walking through the loving and beautiful life of making money to support Song Yan and their family.
Meanwhile, little fatty watched as Xia Zhiye stared at the lunchbox of Japanese food as well as that cup of milk tea with an indulgent, pampering smile, and took a long sigh.
Itâs over.
His Lord Xia, who was famous for his bravery, courage and excellent business acumen was already completely finished.
Perhaps this is what âeven heroes are weak to the charms of a beautiful womanâ meant.
But a hero is still a hero even if he falls prey to the charms of a beauty.
If Xia Zhiye didnât take the initiative to befriend him that year, then little fatty might still be afraid to make friends out of low self esteem of his figure.
So even though he couldnât stand the coupleâs method of abusing dogs by way of showing affection via bickering, little fatty still decided to help lord Xia protect their unique love.
So after he accompanied Xia Zhiye to finish eating and digesting his food, when they returned to the field just before the start of the 3000 meter race, little fatty reached out to pull Xia Zhiyeâs waistband.
Xia Zhiye slapped the otherâs hand away: âDonât get fresh with me, I still have to keep myself pure for Yan ge.â
âIâm trying to help you keep yourself pure.â Little fatty anxiously explained.
Xia Zhiye: â?â
âYan ge dislikes you showing your waist during the high jump and being too flirty and told me to tell you to tuck your shirt into your sweats and fasten it with the drawstrings.â
ââ¦â¦â Xia Zhiye pictured it for a moment, âTo be honest, thatâs a bit unsophisticated.â
Little fatty nodded his head: âYan ge thinks you blowing a flying kiss is also very unsophisticated.â
Xia Zhiye: ââ¦â¦â
âSo is it you or Yan ge.â
âYan ge.â
âYessir!â
After receiving that phrase, little fatty hurriedly stuffed the black T-shirt into the gray sweatpants of the sports fieldâs most handsome student, Xia Zhiye, then pulled the pants up to the otherâs waist, then grasped both ends of the drawstring, forcefully tugged at it, then tightly tied a secure knot.
A pair of excessively long legs as well as a delicate waist immediately appeared clearly.
But still, he couldnât conceal the rustic look of the style.
The surrounding female students who were originally organized and stood in formation to cheer âXia Zhiye, you can do it, Xia Zhiye is the most handsomeâ, saw this sudden style change and fell into deep silence.
Then, as if agreeing tacitly, they turned their heads to look in another direction, brandished the banners in their hands, and loudly shouted: âZhou Ziqiu is the most handsome! Zhou Ziqiu, you can do it! Zhou Ziqiu, youâre the best!â
There was no moral tension in changing sides just before battle.
Zhou Ziqiu couldnât help but laugh: âOur Lord Xia is giving up an entire forest for just one tree.â
âYou donât understand.â
Xia Zhiyeâs voice already contained an inexplicable hint of pride of that of a married person.
Zhou Ziqiu regarded the other with great disdain: âStraight guys like us really canât understand. So whereâs your tree?â
The audience surrounding the sports field and the stands had no trace of the silhouette of Xia Zhiyeâs tree.
Xia Zhiye rotated his wrist, and indifferently replied: âPerhaps itâs basking under the sunlight, preparing to bloom.â
Zhou Ziqiu chuckled: âIâll believe it when I see it. The way I see it, that tree of yours looks like a sago palm2.â
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Song Yan stood at the school entrance and couldnât help but sneeze.
He was perfectly fine just before, who was talking shit about him.
But he really was basking in the sun.
This time, the shop he ordered takeout from was a bit far from No.3 Middle High, and he ordered from a delivery app, and it just so happened that the delivery man wasnât familiar with the terrain at NanWu No.3 Middle High, and it just so happened that the terrain at NanWuâs No.3 Middle High was the most illusory in the entirety of NanWu.
So he watched blankly as the distance between the delivery man changed from 800 meters to 2 kilometers, then from 2 kilometers back to 800 meters, then once again from 800 meters back to 2 kilometers.
So he stood at the school entrance in this way for an entire hour, and waited until he began to feel agitated. But once he saw the young delivery man dripping with sweat in the early winter weather, he simply pursed his lips with a âThanksâ, then gave the other a good rating.
Then he picked up that bag of takeout that he specially ordered for delivery from over 15 kilometers away, then quickly walked towards the sports field.
Although he walked quickly, he was still a step too late. By the time he arrived at the sports field, the 3,000 meter race was already close to ending.
Standing behind the crowd, he could see Xia Zhiye from a distance, rushing across the finish line while being baptized by the cheers of the crowd, appearing dazzling and eye-catching amidst the crowd.
Even his windswept and ruffled hair as well as his sweat soaked clothing only made him appear youthful and high-spirited, reckless and at ease.
But his tucked in shirt was really too unsophisticated.
Song Yan wouldnât have thought that Xia Zhiye would actually agree. Seeing Xia Zhiyeâs posture as he leaned down with his hands on his knees while gasping for breath clearly showcased the strange style, and Song Yan couldnât help but raise the corner of his lips.
But as a result, he wasnât too late or too early, and just as Song Yan raised the corner of his lips, Xia Zhiye seemed to be able to sense something and raised his head to look over in Song Yanâs direction.
When their eyes met, they froze for a moment, then Song Yan promptly used his fist to cover his nose, looked down, and coughed a few times in an attempt to cover himself up.
This time, Xia Zhiye was the one with a smile on his lips.
As soon as little fatty saw this smile, he followed the otherâs gaze and turned his head to look, and as expected, he saw Song Yanâs awkward figure amidst the crowd.
It really wasnât a surprise at all.
Little fatty soundlessly sighed, then very conscientiously walked over: âYan ge, is there anything that I can help you communicate to Ye ge?â
Song Yan handed over the takeout bag in his hand: âThere are bananas, professionally prepared nutritious fruit and vegetable juice, electrolyte drinks, and energy bars in there. You can tell him to eat it.â
After a bout of severe exercise, people secrete a great amount of lactic acid, and alkaline foods as well as fruits can quickly neutralize blood pH, while the addition of water and electrolytes can rapidly eliminate fatigue.
He was already so thoughtful, and was even willing to put in this amount of effort. Clearly he cared a lot about the other, yet he insisted on acting out this cold treatment.
âYan ge, itâs best if you give it to him yourself, I have to go look at the second group of races.â After little fatty very tactfully tossed out this sentence, he slipped away like a wisp of smoke in an instant.
Song Yan didnât even have time to stop him.
But other than little fatty and Xia Zhiye, he wasnât that close to anyone else in Class 1. Additionally, the second group of races had already begun, and everyone had to go watch the competition, so he also couldnât bring himself to bother others again.
He could only walk towards Xia Zhiye himself, then hand over the bag in his hand.
Xia Zhiye sat in the first row of the stands, accepted the bag, pulled out an energy drink, twisted the bottle, then raised his head up: âYan gege, I canât open it.â
With an expressionless face, Song Yan took the bottle, then twisted open the bottle, and handed the bottle back over.
After Xia Zhiye leisurely drank from the bottle, he pulled out a banana, then handed it over to Song Yan: âYan gege, I canât peel it.â
Song Yan: â?â
Xia Zhiye: âIâm delicate.â
ââ¦â¦â
Song Yan felt that it wasnât that Xia Zhiye couldnât peel it. It was that the other didnât want to peel it.
He had just lifted up his fist when Xia Zhiye blinked his eyes: âAfter running the 3,000 meter race, I still have to run another 1,000 meters. Iâm so exhausted.â
Song Yan: ââ¦â¦â
Fuck.
Why was he always morally blackmailed by Xia Zhiye.
Also, he clearly knew that this was Xia Zhiyeâs standard method, but Song Yan still grit his teeth, accepted the banana, then quickly and efficiently peeled the banana, then handed it back to Xia Zhiye.
Xia Zhiye wasnât satisfied with such small gains, and placed both of his hands into his pockets guilelessly, then raised his head: âMy hands are sore.â
Song Yan: â???â
He could see that Song Yan was about to lose it again, so Xia Zhiye blinked once more: âAfter running the 3,000 meter race, I still have to run another 1,000 meters. Iâm soâ¦â¦ Oof.â
Without waiting for the other to finish his miserable story, Song Yan stuffed the banana into the otherâs mouth with a dark expression.
Xia Zhiye laughed as he bit into the banana, then after unhurriedly swallowing, he replied with great satisfaction: âVery sweet.â
No kidding, laozi bought the most expensive kind.
Could it not be sweet?
This was the taste of RenMinBi3.
Relying on the feeling of guilt and remorse, as well as a tiny shred of distress, Song Yan suppressed the impulse to beat the other up, and with a dark look, finished feeding Xia Zhiye the banana.
Then he stood in the same spot, without moving at all, as if waiting to see if the delicate school bully of No.3 Middle High would continue to make trouble out of nothing.
Despite being angered in such a way yet not scolding or cursing him out, it seems that a certain someone was still very angry. The other said he wouldnât speak to him for three days, and it really had been three days since the two had talked.
But after three more days, he wouldnât be able to see Song Yan for a very long time, so for the next few days, he wanted to hear Song Yan talk a bit more.
So Xia Zhiye decided to give in first: âOkay, Yan ge, I was wrong. Can you start talking to me again? I really canât do it anymore, Yan gege? Baby Yan? Little baby Daxi?â
Xia Zhiye called out all the corny nicknames in his arsenal, but it was of no use. Song Yan simply pulled his jacket zipper up, tucked his chin into his coat, then pulled the brim of his hood up, covered up his eyes, then stopped moving and talking.
He was truly a particularly unyielding character.
âAre you really going to ignore me? In a few days I have toâ¦â¦â
Xia Zhiye wanted to continue speaking, but someone had already picked up the loudspeaker: âCalling all the participants in the 1,000 meter race in the second year of high school to the platform here to register and learn the rules of the competition. Donât dilly dally and donât be late.â
So he could only drop the subject.
He reached out to rub Song Yanâs head: âForget it, itâs nothing. Iâll tell you after the competition.â
After speaking, he stood up then unhurriedly swaggered over to the platform.
Whatâs happening in a few days?
What did Xia Zhiye not have the time to tell him?
Song Yan suddenly realized that he doesnât often take the initiative to ask Xia Zhiye about matters that the other didnât directly talk about in front of him, to the extent that when the other suddenly said that, he suddenly had no clue about anything at all.
Song Yan pursed his lips slightly, as if he was recalling something, yet also pondering over something. He faintly felt a bit dissatisfied with himself, and also felt uneasy about the unknown.
He lazily sat in the front row of the stands, lowered his head as he stared into space, appearing incompatible with the fired up atmosphere of the sports field.
Kong Xiaoxiao, was in the midst of gathering up all able-bodied people in the field, saw him at a glance, then rushed forward, and grabbed his arm: âYan ge, the people and the party want to give you a glorious mission, are you willing to accept it?â
Song Yan was suddenly pulled out of his train of thought, and was even a bit dazed: âWhat mission?â
Kong Xiaoxiao was entirely solemn: âReading the cheer script.â
ââ¦â¦â
He thought of standing on the podium, holding a microphone while reciting the extremely artificial and grandiose cheer script in such an idiotic manner, and Song Yan regained rationality, then coolly and heartlessly pushed aside Kong Xiaoxiaoâs hand, âSorry, Iâm not deserving.â
Kong Xiaoxiao grabbed his wrist, an expression of deep emotion on her face: âNo, Yan ge, youâre deserving! So much so that other than you, no one else is deserving!â
Song Yan: â?â
âIs there anyone else in the grade whose Mandarin is more standard than yours? Is there anyone else in the grade who wants Xia Zhiye to win more than you? The most important point is, is there anyone else in the grade who is as unoccupied as you?!â
ââ¦â¦â
There really wasnât anyone else.
After three rhetorical questions, Song Yan had no strength to retort.
And because of his strong sense of morality, he fell into a guilty silence that stemmed from the fact that he had increased the workload of others due to his injury.
So by the time he finally reacted, he was already pushed into a seat on the platform by Kong Xiaoxiao.
He looked down at the vast group of normies, and Song Yan gave up his struggle. He expressionlessly served the role of an emotionless script reader.
NanWu was an area that spoke with a heavy accent. It was a common phenomenon not to distinguish between lateral nasal sounds and front or back nasal sounds. So Song Yanâs Mandarin, as a child who was born and raised in the north, sounded especially standard, and especially emotionless.
Emotionless to the point that the perfectly sentence âLook, the finish line is right in front of youâ was recited out and unexpectedly became something like âLook, the end of your life is right in front of youâ.
The originally eloquent and impassioned cheering words became strange and dreadful.
The secretary of the Ministry of Education looked numbly at Kong Xiaoxiao.
Kong Xiaoxiao: ââ¦â¦Itâs pretty good! This is called washing away the dryness of the summer afternoon with the sound of cold spring water. How wonderful!â
The secretary of the Ministry of Education was expressionless: âYeah, but itâs already the start of winter.â
ââ¦â¦â Kong Xiaoxiao, âI apologize, Iâll go warm him.â
After saying this, she walked slowly to Song Yanâs side, turned off the microphone, the whispered: âYan ge, can you add a bit of human emotion?â
Song Yan looked at her.
She looked at Song Yan.
ââ¦â¦â
Kong Xiaoxiao suddenly felt as if she was speaking to an AI.
Fortunately, a sound broke through the awkward silence: âThe male contestants of the 1,000 meter race, on your mark, get set ââ Go!â
Kong Xiaoxiao immediately felt a burst of inspiration, then stretched out her finger: âCome, Yan ge, look in the same direction Iâm looking at. Do you see Lord Xia, can you feel the kind of feeling where you want to cheer for him, and encourage him? If you can feel it, then use that kind of feeling to recite the cheering script!â
Song Yan looked over.
Xia Zhiye, who had just rested for half an hour, appeared as if he had already regained his original strength. He had no issues with running, but the speed where he crushed the competition and led by a wide margin was much slower, and he stabilized in the fifth or sixth place. The distance between him and the first three people was not long and not short.
He knew Xia Zhiye was strategically lagging behind.
After all, he just ran 3,000 meters. Even if he recovered his original strength that quickly, he was still a bit worse than the other contestants who had had sufficient rest, so getting first place wasnât too realistic. But now he was conserving his strength. He was going to exert all his strength at the very end, aim for the first three places, and hopefully win 8 points.
It was just that Xia Zhiyeâs footsteps clearly looked much heavier than before.
Could it be that the other really was very tired?
Upon thinking this, Song Yanâs finger unconsciously curled up.
And upon seeing Song Yanâs concern, Kong Xiaoxiao made use of every opportunity and squeezed in the cheering manuscript: âCome, come, come. Take advantage of this feeling to send out a wave of encouragement.â
She then seized the opportunity to open the mic.
Song Yan didnât think too much, looked away, then continued to emotionlessly read out the contents of the cheering script.
âClassmate Xia Zhiye from Year 2 Class 1, the high jump event was blessed with your perfect posture with broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. The track field was blessed with your incomparably long legs, and the cheers of the crowd was filled with your sweet sounding and perfect name. However, in the face of such a long journey, such a perfect person as you chose to allow sweat to dampen your clothes and fatigue engulf your body, yet you did not give up. You fought bravely and stuck with it to the end simply because you have a firm goal and belief, which was all for Songâ¦â¦â
Daxi?
Halfway through saying âSongâ, Song Yan resolutely grit his teeth, then ignored the content on the sheet of paper, and without pause, began fabricating a speech: âTo give4Â Year 2 Class 1 supreme glory, so cheer up, we will always cheer for you.â
After reciting this, he covered the microphone, then turned his head to look at Kong Xiaoxiao, his eyes sharp and penetrating: âTell me the truth, where did this cheering script come from?â
Kong Xiaoxiao was terrified by his look, and immediately confessed: âBefore the competition, Lord Xia wrote it himself, and it was also his highness that made me look for you to read it out!â
ââ¦â¦â
Song Yan gnashed his teeth with anger.
He was just about to say, how could the handwriting be so familiar?
He shouldâve known that Xia Zhiye would have him go up to read out some strange cheering script.
He really was worthy of being Xia Zhiye, a distinguished figure in literary circles. Even an ascetic witch who didnât shower for a thousand years wasnât as foul as him.
Song Yan was just about to quit his job out of disgust, but once he stood up, he saw Xia Zhiye, who had already finished running half the way around the track, lagging behind to the eighth or ninth place.
His steps appeared heavy at a glance, and the other even lowered his head while his chest rose up and down fiercely. It appeared that the other really felt unwell from overextending himself.
In that moment, Song Yanâs heart immediately tightened, wanting to go out and stop Xia Zhiye from continuing to run.
But he knew Xia Zhiye. He was someone that would use all of his strength in order to fulfill his promise with others. Unless he really exceeded his limits, then he definitely wouldnât give up.
He said himself that he would be in the top three, and he would strive hard to achieve that.
This was Xia Zhiyeâs most striking and arrogant characteristic, yet it also allowed others to feel at ease.
Song Yan expended great effort to restrain his urge to grab Xia Zhiye, picked up the microphone, pretended as if he was staring at the sheet of paper in front of him, and began reciting: âClassmate Xia Zhiye in Year 2 Class 1, no matter whether you can achieve a high ranking, or whether you can help the class win a high score, in my heart, you are the most responsible, most honorable man. So you donât need to be afraid, you donât need to work hard, and you donât need to force yourself. No matter what happens, youâll always be the most outstanding Xia Zhiye in NanWuâs No.3 Middle High.â
After speaking, he crumpled up the sheet of paper, shoved it into his pocket, then looked far into the distance at Xia Zhiye, casting over an attentive gaze.
Yet Kong Xiaoxiao beside him unhurriedly called out in question: âWait? Yan ge? Was there something else written on that paper?â
Song Yanâs face didnât change: âYeah.â
He appeared so calm and unperturbed that it didnât look as if he was lying at all.
Kong Xiaoxiao began doubting if she really was speaking groundlessly.
Other people also didnât seem to sense the abnormality at all.
Only Xia Zhiye, whose entire body ached from exhaustion incessantly, soundlessly laughed.
Aside from Song Yan, who else would write this kind of cheering script?
Looks like no matter how unyielding a certain person was, the other was still no match for how much the other cared about him.
At that moment, Xia Zhiye, who was originally already exhausted, suddenly felt that he was able to keep going.
He adjusted his breathing, exerted a bit of strength, then in the last 300 meters, increased his speed and sprinted, using all his energy to rush forward and overtake the others.
So in a short ten or so seconds, everyone watched on as he continuously took seventh place, then sixth place, fifth place, then fourth place.
As long as he runs past one more person, he could achieve the goal he promised Song Yan, the first three competitors could win 8 points.
But there was still a long distance between the third place runner, and his own strength was already failing. Accelerating just now consumed a lot of his energy, and his muscles were sore and tired, each breath hurting his chest.
The first four runners had already reached the final turn. If he couldnât take the lead now, then Xia Zhiye basically had to say farewell to being in the top three.
All the students in Class 1 began shouting frantically: âYe ge, run! Ye ge, cheer up! Ye ge, youâre the coolest! Ye ge, you can do it!â
The greatest hope and encouragement became the greatest pressure pushing down on Xia Zhiyeâs body.
Song Yan stood on the podium, and could nearly see with the his naked eye as Xia Zhiyeâs expression became increasingly grave, while his steps became heavier and heavier. Song Yan really wanted to rush down and hug Xia Zhiye, to tell that group of people to stop cheering.
But he couldnât.
Because Xia Zhiye wouldnât like this method of dealing with matters.
So he could no longer attend to whatever primary school temper of not speaking to Xia Zhiye for the past three days, raised the loudspeaker off the podium, then jumped down from the stage.
Then he stood at the finish line, raised the loudspeaker, and spoke: âXia Zhiye, Iâll be waiting for you here.â
No matter what place, no matter how long it takes, even if the other sloppily and indecently swaggered over as usual, in any case, Iâll be waiting for you here.
That was a sentence that only Xia Zhiye could understand. He suddenly felt that his feet werenât as heavy, because he wasnât running forward futilely.
So he smiled with ease, picked up his feet, quickened his pace, and ran to the finish line as hard as he could through his fatigue and the long distance.
When he finally ran past the third place runner and dashed across the finish line, he leaned forward while supporting his body on his knees, panting for air. Then he raised his head to look over at Song Yan, then laughed while saying: âWhat should I do, I wasnât first place this time.â
Song Yan lowered the brim of his hat, his clear voice permeated with a kind of awkward, childish temper: âAnyway, I didnât see the first or second place runners.â
So youâre my number one.
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The author has something to say:
First and second place: What am I, chopped liver?
1. Hey Tea is a milk tea franchise in CN, very good highly recommend if youâre in CN!
2. A slow-growing, tiny palm tree, that take a long time (15 years, if at all) to bloom.
3. Renminbi = RMB = the name of the Chinese currency
4. The character for âto giveâ is é (song), hence why author says he doesnât pause at all â he literally changes the intonation of the word to edit the sentence.