Liu Xiaofeng: “It looks like she can do a lot of difficult problems in her exercise book.”

Zhou Siyue glanced at him suspiciously: “Exercise book?”

Liu Xiaofeng panicked, as if he had let something slip, and quickly waved his hands: “Don't get the wrong idea, I just heard the math teacher mention her several times.”

The two quickly arrived at the inspection point, where the boys' group had already begun registration.

Someone at the inspection point came over with a clipboard and chatted with Zhou Siyue for a while. After that person left, Zhou Siyue began his warm-up exercises and asked Liu Xiaofeng: “What did the teacher say?”

Huh? Liu Xiaofeng thought he had been sidetracked and forgotten, but he hadn't expected Zhou Siyue to remember.

“They just said her math scores have improved significantly, and she seemed to do well in this recent diagnostic test.”

...

When Ding Xian returned, You Keke, as expected, hadn't left yet and was leaning against the railing, looking down.

At the starting line of the 100-meter race, people had already begun their warm-up exercises.

Ding Xian walked over and stood beside her, “Does anyone from your class have the 100-meter final?”

You Keke nodded: “Yes, we have an athletic specialist in our class, from the track and field team.”

“Don't you need to go back and cheer them on?”

You Keke smiled: “Cheering from here is fine.”

“Alright.”

After an autumn rain, the 'autumn tiger' returned with warmth, as if with affection.

The sun shone brightly, and the air was filled with a strong smell of plastic. There wasn't a single blade of grass on the football field; all the plants were drooping, just like Ding Xian in the stands at that moment.

You Keke simply wore a sleeveless top today, with a cheerleader's mini-skirt below, which had little fabric and barely covered her upper thighs. It revealed a pair of perfectly straight long legs.

Her legs were rarely straight, like two chopsticks, standing perfectly upright.

You Keke rested her hands on the railing, tilted her head, and looked at her: “What did you just say you wanted to tell me?”

“Next up is the Women's 100-meter Final. Students on the track, please leave as soon as possible.”

The broadcast came again.

Ding Xian lowered her head, courage filling her, and clenched her fists.

You Keke looked at her half-jokingly: “You didn't secretly keep my love letter, did you? Do you also like Zhou Siyue?”

Ding Xian looked up in alarm.

Seeing her reaction, You Keke quickly said: “Alright, don’t be nervous, I was just kidding. What is it really?”

“I accidentally tore your love letter, and then I...”

“And then what?”

“I copied another one for you.”

She completely surrendered to herself.

You Keke: “So, you read my love letter?”

“...I'm sorry.”

You Keke smiled again: “How was my writing?”

“...”

Huh?

Ding Xian looked at her. You Keke didn't care at all: “Whatever, it wasn’t written by me anyway.”

...

“Even though you don't mind, I still have to apologize to you. I didn't tear it up on purpose, nor did I intentionally read your letter. Really, I'm sorry. I feel very guilty.”

“Guilty, huh?” You Keke looked at her with a smile: “If you’re guilty, then help me with one more thing.”

“What?”

“How about I come find you for lunch from now on?”

Huh?

“Find me for lunch?”

You Keke nodded: “Yes, find you for lunch.”

“What about the girls in your class?”

“I don’t like them,” You Keke said directly.

“Alright...”

Seeing her nod, You Keke smiled cheerfully, turned around, leaned on the railing, and pointed towards the starting line: “The boys’ group has started!”

The fact that two boys from Class Three made it to the finals indeed doubled the pressure on students from other classes. The class monitor, along with a group of students, was already waiting in the stands to cheer them on, and the girls were restless with excitement.

“Zhou Siyue, Zhou Siyue.”

Hearing the sound, You Keke glanced back. Probably seeing that the two girls were of ordinary appearance and posed no threat, she turned back with a nonchalant expression.

With a “bang” of the gun.

The eight figures there shot out like arrows from a bowstring. Ding Xian heard a deafening sound in her ear—

“Zhou Siyue! Go!”

'Hey, hey, hey, you're from Class Ten, did you cheer for the wrong person?'

You Keke paid no attention to the scattered gazes around her and continued to cheer for them energetically, each shout more powerful and more resonant than the last.

“...Athletes sprinting on the field, you are not surrounded by flowers, but rainbows that have weathered storms. Class Three’s athletes, you are our pride! Liu Xiaofeng, go!”

The announcement draft was one Ding Xian had just finished writing and sent over.

You Keke: “You wrote it? Not bad, it's much better than my love letter. I’ll hand it over to you next time, then.”

“...”

The competition ended.

Class Ten's school team got first, Zhou Siyue second, and Liu Xiaofeng fifth.

You Keke cursed 'shit' and angrily went to settle scores with her class’s school team.

Ding Xian stood in the stands and saw Yang Chunzi hand a bottle of water to Zhou Siyue at the finish line. He took it, didn't drink, and poured it over his head. Glistening water droplets slid down his neck and into his loose jersey.

In dreams, in reality.

It all seemed to illustrate one truth.

'Whoever is by your side, it never seems to be me.'

Ding Xian returned to the classroom early to pack her things. She had received Liu Jiang's permission to go home a day early and embark on her trip to Shanghai.