Chapter 116 114. Su Peng’s Competition (Bonus Chapter)
The second day of the sports meet.
An Han had already entered a state of full alert.
He was nervously scrutinizing every suspicious detail, afraid that any of it might be interference from the system.
“System, Su Peng’s affection toward me.”
【Su Peng: Affection Level 97】
Contact with Su Peng was unavoidable, and now there were only three points left before it crossed into triple digits.
An Han stared fixedly at that number. Only after a long while did he turn his head to look at Su Peng on the track.
Fortunately, Su Peng was competing in the three-thousand-meter long-distance run today, so he probably wouldn’t have time to bother with him.
And there were so many girls around that guy—damn it!
All the more outgoing girls in the class were crowding around him, cheering for him, helping him hold water, jackets, and even filming with their phones.
Being handsome really is nice… and here I am getting prettier and prettier. When it’s my turn to compete, I’ll probably be surrounded by a bunch of guys instead.
An Han’s jealousy flared fiercely, his eyes practically shooting flames.
Damn it! Can these lovestruck idiots just get lost? Can’t they see how awkward Su Peng’s smile is?
At that moment, Su Peng happened to look his way, raised his hand high, and waved to greet him.
An Han could only wave back from afar, then quickly shift his gaze aside, afraid that his jealousy would be noticed.
He walked off to the side and found a higher spot with a clear view, waiting for the three-thousand-meter race to begin.
By noon, I’ll have to take out my bra and put it on.
Although it wasn’t a sports bra, running with leg bindings wasn’t exactly a high-intensity event. The main purpose of wearing it was to keep things from bouncing around… otherwise tomorrow’s school headline might be something like, “Female student competes braless at sports meet—moral collapse or…?”
Even if it was still basically a pair of small buns, he couldn’t just pretend they weren’t buns.
“Wait… my bra seems to be with Lin Yi?”
An Han suddenly recalled where the bra was.
The day after the convention ended, he had changed out of the qipao, stuffed the bra together with it into his backpack, and in the end Su Peng had handed the backpack over to Lin Yi.
Bang!
The sound of the starting pistol suddenly rang out in the distance. An Han instinctively looked up and saw Su Peng already running at the very front, clearly in the lead.
“It’s three thousand meters—who starts off running this fast?”
An Han muttered worriedly to himself, afraid that Su Peng might accidentally fall during the race, which would force him to find a replacement teammate for the afternoon competition.
With that thought, his feet unconsciously carried him toward the track. He stopped at the edge, stood on tiptoe, and craned his neck to watch Su Peng, who was still leading by himself.
“Hey! Slow down a bit! Don’t fall!”
When Su Peng ran past him, An Han hurriedly called out a reminder.
Su Peng raised his hand, gave him a thumbs-up, then turned his head and smiled at him.
“Stop showing off and watch where you’re going!”
One lap, two laps, five laps…
Su Peng was still the fastest, but there were five or six people close behind him in the leading pack. He hadn’t managed to shake off the others by much.
“Su Peng’s pretty impressive, running that fast.” Chen Junjie had no idea when he came up beside An Han. With his arms crossed, he clicked his tongue in amazement. “At that speed, I’d be flat on the ground after three laps.”
“Well, you are a piece of trash,” An Han replied with a look of disdain.
“Hey, you’re pretty aggressive today… that’s right, I am trash!”
“…”
Chen Junjie’s utterly shameless, matter-of-fact attitude instantly killed An Han’s desire to argue. He could only move away in even greater disgust to keep some distance.
Long Xing also ambled over to them, yawning as if he hadn’t woken up yet.
He was carrying a pink thermos cup. Even though plenty of people glanced at it as they passed by, he didn’t feel embarrassed at all—his skin was thick as a wall.
Just looking at that thermos made An Han feel embarrassed, afraid someone would ask Long Xing about it again, only for him to answer with something like, “A gift from my girlfriend.”
An Han turned his gaze back to the track.
“How many laps do they have to run?” he asked casually.
Long Xing answered, “Seven and a half. The school track is four hundred meters.”
“Looks like they’re on the sixth lap…”
An Han noticed that by the sixth lap, Su Peng was clearly running out of steam. His speed slowed visibly, and the runners who had been behind him in the leading pack began to overtake him one after another.
“So why did he start so fast in the first place?”
Watching from afar, Su Peng happened to turn his head and look over. From about a hundred meters away, their eyes met.
Immediately afterward, Su Peng forced himself to accelerate again, trying to catch up with the runners ahead.
“Su Peng is way too strong. He’s evenly matched with the PE students!” Chen Junjie couldn’t help exclaiming.
An Han, however, seemed thoughtful, as if he had figured Su Peng out.
That guy just wants to show off in front of the person he likes! Showing off!
Men were all like this. No matter what they were doing, as long as the girl they liked was watching, their desire to perform would skyrocket—even though most of the time it ended up backfiring.
And the person he liked… was obviously me.
An Han covered his face and lowered his head in despair. Earlier he had been worried that Su Peng might fall; now he was only worried that the guy would take first place and then make a public confession in front of everyone.
“Su Peng! Su Peng!”
As they entered the final lap, classmates crowded around Su Peng, accompanying him for the last stretch. The girls shouted his name loudly, trying to hand him water from outside the track.
Chen Junjie and Long Xing also joined the group running alongside him. After hesitating for a moment, An Han jogged over as well.
Almost half the class had gone—it wouldn’t look good to stand out by not joining.
So he sped up, squeezed past a few of the lovestruck girls around Su Peng, and ran alongside him on the inside of the track with a blank expression.
“Slow down… don’t fall,” An Han whispered softly.
Su Peng couldn’t even speak. It felt like a ball of fire was burning in his throat. He kept wiping sweat with the towel hanging around his neck, his legs already so sore he could barely lift them.
“Want some water?”
Su Peng gently shook his head, half his attention on the track, the other half on An Han’s slightly worried face.
“Almost there.”
Cheers and encouragement from their classmates filled his ears. That deafening noise, however, gave him far less strength than An Han’s quiet concern.
Finally, he crossed the finish line of the three-thousand-meter race.
The tension in his muscles vanished instantly, and his body collapsed as if it had given way.
But a thin shoulder suddenly entered his field of vision, barely supporting his falling body.
With half-open eyes, he looked at the tightly pressed lips and the face right in front of him.
An Han’s calves trembled slightly. At under a hundred pounds, he couldn’t possibly support Su Peng’s exhausted body on his own, but he still reminded him, “You can’t rest right after a long run.”
“Nice! Sixth place!”
“That was strong!”
The classmates cheered excitedly. An Han’s face darkened as he turned around and shouted, “Someone help me! I can’t hold him!”
【Su Peng’s affection toward you +2】
Damn it! I knew this would happen!
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