25 – That was the only time Fu Jingyan broke his promise.
Fu Jingyan’s girlfriend fans were the first to lose their composure.
After all, since ancient times, solo fans and couple fans have been sworn enemies.
【How much have you had to drink to be this delusional?】
【Kiss my ass. Does Bo Zhi really think she can kiss Yan Shen? It’s like a toad lusting after swan meat.】
The cp fans of the Divine Couple were also a bold and spirited bunch.
【Don’t believe it, huh? Mark my words—Bo Zhizhi will devour Yan Shen sooner or later.】
【Sis, I love your words, but remember to turn off your private messages.】
The girlfriend fans responded with scornful laughter.
Then they saw Bo Zhi chomp down and bite Fu Jingyan’s hand.
…?
So that’s what “devour” meant?
Fu Jingyan hissed in pain, lowering his gaze to the teeth marks on his palm and Bo Zhi, who still had her small, sharp white teeth bared.
“Biting me?”
Bo Zhi said, “Don’t get handsy with me. Don’t you know we’re supposed to keep our distance?”
Fu Jingyan raised an eyebrow slightly. “You ungrateful little thing. When you pinned me down on the bench, did you think about keeping your distance then?”
Bo Zhi: “…”
Damn it.
There was no way she could outtalk this old fox.
After the sports event participants were chosen, the Director arranged for everyone to line up on the track—the guests in one group and the students in four groups.
Director: “Each group can decide their running order.”
The student group, being more experienced, called out to the guests from across the track, “Brothers and sisters, we suggest putting the faster runners toward the back.”
Bo Zhi asked, “How do you know?”
A boy grinned and replied, “I’m the city sports meet relay champion.”
【Oh ho, they’ve met their match—this guy’s an athlete.】
【A city-level athlete with awards, no less. It’s going to be tough for the guests to win now.】
Bo Zhi thought the same.
But she didn’t like the feeling of losing.
“Does anyone want to run toward the back? If not, I’ll take the last spot.”
Jiang Can said, “I can run toward the back, but not the very last one.” He scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed. “The last runner has too much pressure.”
Zhu Zhou smiled and said, “I work out regularly, but I probably don’t have the same explosive power as the younger ones, so I’m fine with any position.”
Chen You felt the same way.
Since their opponents were experts, losing as the last runner and taking the blame would be embarrassing, so he simply didn’t speak up.
As for the girls, there was no need to ask.
Just as Bo Zhi was about to decide, she suddenly heard Fu Jingyan say, “I’ll take the last spot.”
She was taken aback. “You’ll be last?”
Fu Jingyan gave a faint “mm” in response.
“The last runner not only has to be fast but also runs the longest distance,” Bo Zhi reminded him.
The Director had arranged a long-distance relay race, and the last runner had to cover nearly half the track. Could this delicate flower handle it?
“I know,” Fu Jingyan said.
Bo Zhi’s eyes widened, clearly demanding a reason.
Fu Jingyan lowered his gaze with a light laugh, his pupils shimmering with gentle warmth.
“I want to experience the feeling of breaking through the finish line. Is that okay?”
Bo Zhi was stunned.
He hadn’t participated in sports meets in high school, and it seemed like something he regretted.
Back then, he had promised her he would come, but in the end, he never made it to the event.
It was the only time Fu Jingyan had ever broken a promise.
“Alright, then I’ll take the second-to-last spot,” Bo Zhi conceded.
Even the Director looked over suspiciously. Oh? This little girl was being so obedient?
Zhu Luoling’s eyes shifted slightly, and she immediately said, “I’ll take the second-to-last spot.”
It wasn’t that she particularly wanted the second-to-last position—she mainly wanted to pass the baton to Yan Shen.
She had already planned how to capture the perfect moment of passing the baton to Yan Shen, a beautiful shot to post on Weibo for fans to hype up their cp.
“You’re second to last?” Bo Zhi didn’t hesitate. “No way.”
Such a decisive refusal immediately displeased Zhu Zhou’s fans.
[Why does Bo Zhi get to refuse? The director said they could arrange the order themselves, so why can’t our Zhu Zhou choose?]
[Exactly, who does she think she is? Acting like she’s the boss?]
[? Are you all brain-dead? Didn’t you hear that athlete say the faster runners should be placed later? Does Zhu Luoling even have the ability to run, daring to choose second to last?]
Zhu Luoling’s expression darkened for a moment before she quickly masked it.
She softly assured, “I won’t hold anyone back.”
Over on the student side, they had already finalized their order. Among the guests, only Fu Jingyan’s position was set. The director urged them to hurry up.
Bo Zhi hesitated for a moment before finally saying to Zhu Luoling, “You’ll be third from last.”
“The last two can’t both be delicate flowers.”
Without giving Zhu Luoling a chance to argue, Bo Zhi went to arrange the next person.
Zhu Luoling, the delicate flower: “…”
Fu Jingyan, the delicate flower: “…”
[Hahaha, “the last two can’t both be delicate flowers”—please frame this quote and worship it as legendary.]
[Delicate flower Yan Shen, I’m dying of laughter.]
The final order was set:
Jiang Can – Ji Fanxing – Zhu Zhou – Chen You – Zhu Luoling – Bo Zhi – Fu Jingyan
The staff brought over colored armbands for each team and helped them put them on.
The director announced through a megaphone, “All contestants, please proceed to your designated positions and await the start of the race.”
Bo Zhi walked while putting on her armband.
A tall shadow fell beside her, and a clear, magnetic voice tinged with laughter came from above.
“Bo Zhizhi, do your best.”
Bo Zhi paused as she adjusted her armband.
For a moment, she was reminded of that year’s sports day when she hadn’t waited for Fu Jingyan to show up, only receiving a text from him.
It had said the same thing.
[Fox Fu]: Bo Zhizhi, do your best.
After securing her armband, she looked up at the handsome, cool man beside her.
Tilting her delicate, fair chin slightly, she replied with pride and confidence, “Don’t worry, big sister will make sure you cross the finish line.”
Fu Jingyan was taken aback, unable to hold back a soft laugh.
He nodded obediently. “Okay.”
All the contestants stood separated on the track. The sun was both scorching and gentle, casting its light over the youthful playground.
With the sound of the starting gun, the first runner shot forward like an arrow from a bow.
“Go, go, go!!”
The crowd roared with excitement, and even the wind seemed wild and unrestrained.
Bo Zhi loved this feeling—the spirited, youthful energy of it all.
Jiang Can was the first runner. Young and an idol trainee, he had excellent stamina and easily took the lead.
The wind billowed through his shirt as he charged forward, successfully passing the baton to Ji Fanxing.
“Go, Ji Fanxing!!”
Ji Fanxing: “You son of—”
She didn’t have time to complain and immediately took off.
But her height was a disadvantage.
Her face flushed red as she dashed forward, though she still fell behind quite a bit.
Fortunately, the two male runners after her were more competitive and managed to pull their ranking back up.
[Ahhh, Brother Chen You is amazing! Moved from third to second!!]
Zhu Luoling received the baton.
Bo Zhi knew she wasn’t up to the task, but even if they fell to third place, she was confident she could run them back to first.
But she hadn’t expected Zhu Luoling to be this incompetent!
Zhu Luoling put on a performance of exaggerated awkwardness, running the entire way while holding her hair in place.
Bo Zhi: Are you for real?
Only when Zhu Luoling started running did she realize how strong the wind was on the field!
Her hairline was a weak spot; it looked fine when left down, but once the wind blew it up, she’d look like a monk!
She had always cared deeply about her image—how could she let this happen? What would her fans who admired her looks think?
Zhu Luoling held her hair in place with one hand, running with an intense expression on her face.
Just as she started,
she fell to last place in the lineup.