You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Jiang Che's expression gradually turned serious. He walked to Liu Zhenguo's side and asked in a low voice, "Grandpa Liu, have Chen Feng and the others arrived?"

Liu Zhenguo didn't speak, his weathered eyes narrowed slightly, and then he slowly raised his hand and pointed to an inconspicuous corner at the very front of the preparation area.

"It's right there."

Jiang Che followed the direction Liu Zhenguo was pointing and looked through the crowd.

In the secluded corner that Liu Zhenguo was pointing to, stood three men wearing sleeveless vests.

They were doing stretching exercises to warm up before the game, and the muscle lines on their thighs and calves were as sharp as rocks.

He looks like an active professional player who has undergone high-intensity, inhuman training for many years.

These three people, simply by standing there, immediately created a stark contrast with the amateur enthusiasts around them.

The man standing in the very center, with a buzz cut, dark skin, and somewhat sinister eyes, was drinking a sports drink with his head tilted back.

Seemingly sensing the tangible gaze upon them, the man paused slightly as he drank his water.

Then, he slowly turned his head, and through the surging crowd dozens of meters away, his triangular eyes, as cold and slippery as a venomous snake, precisely locked onto Jiang Che's direction.

Their eyes met in the air.

In just a brief moment, Jiang Che clearly read an undisguised coldness and mockery in Chen Feng's narrow and sinister eyes.

Like a seasoned hunter sizing up prey about to fall into a trap.

Jiang Che frowned almost imperceptibly. Although there was no evidence, his intuition told him that Liu Zhenguo and his guess were probably correct.

These three people must have come for me.

"Ah Che..." A soft, sweet voice called from beside him, pulling Jiang Che back to reality.

Su Qinghe gripped Jiang Che's large hand tightly. Even though Jiang Che was about to compete, the girl's palms were sweating with nervousness.

The girl tilted her head slightly, her beautiful, bright eyes filled with worry and reluctance as she gazed at him longingly.

"The race is about to start... You have to be careful..."

Su Qinghe sniffed, her tone tinged with a sickly stubbornness and dependence, "If we really can't run anymore, or if we encounter any danger, let's stop running, okay?"

"At worst... at worst, we won't get into Peking University. After the college entrance exam, we'll elope. I'll take care of you for the rest of my life. I can make lots and lots of money in the future..."

Hearing the girl's slightly silly yet incredibly sincere words, the sense of unease that had arisen in Jiang Che's heart because of Chen Feng was instantly dispelled.

He couldn't help but chuckle softly. "What nonsense are you thinking? I've undergone rigorous training from the Commander-in-Chief of the Military Region these past few days. How could I possibly fail so easily?"

"Besides, even if you wanted to elope, I would never agree to it."

Jiang Che deliberately lowered his voice and teased them in a tone that only the two of them could hear: "Your future boyfriend and husband, I will definitely marry you into the Jiang family in a dignified manner."

"I will absolutely not lose this match."

"Well……"

Upon hearing the words "future boyfriend and husband," Su Qinghe's fair cheeks instantly flushed with a captivating blush, and even her ears burned.

She bit her lower lip, lowered her head shyly, and gripped Jiang Che's clothes even tighter.

"Alright, be a good boy and wait for me here with Grandpa Liu and the others."

Jiang Che gently pinched her soft cheek, his gaze gradually becoming serious and profound. "Wait until I get the spot back, and after the college entrance exam... we won't have to hide like this anymore."

"Okay! I'll be waiting for you to come back, Che. Good luck!"

……

It was exactly 9:00 AM.

With a loud "bang" from the starting gun, the street instantly erupted in excitement.

Thousands of participants surged toward the starting line like a floodgate being opened.

Cheers, footsteps, and the buzzing of drones mingled together, creating a deafening roar.

Jiang Che took a deep breath and quickly cleared his mind of all the jumbled thoughts.

"Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale..."

He silently recited the breathing rhythm that Liu Zhenguo had been meticulously setting for him over the past month, then strode confidently into the crowd.

For the first five kilometers, everyone relied on a sense of novelty and adrenaline.

Amateur enthusiasts who haven't received much systematic training often rush in at this time, trying to grab a good position.

But Jiang Che was not swayed by the chaotic rhythm around him.

He proceeded steadily, maintaining a fixed frequency and amplitude with each step he took and each swing of his arm.

These ranges were gradually adjusted by Liu Zhenguo during the month-long intensive training, and they are the most suitable for his physical functions.

In addition, Jiang Che's physical strength, which had been relentlessly exploited by Liu Zhenguo and his son Liu Wei over the past month, was perfectly displayed at this moment.

After passing ten kilometers, the originally dense crowd had spread out into a long battle line.

The group that initially rushed in blindly with enthusiasm has visibly slowed down.

Some people were even panting heavily, clutching their stomachs and walking slowly along the roadside.

Jiang Che, on the other hand, had just finished warming up and hadn't used up much energy at all, easily passing through one tired figure after another.

He quickly broke through the ranks of amateur players and firmly established himself in the top tier.

Jiang Che felt that his current physical condition was absolutely perfect.

The meat he ate in the morning has now been transformed into boundless power, continuously providing energy to his muscles.

In addition, his heart rate remained in a very comfortable range, and he felt no pressure at all when running.

If we keep running like this, not only is it possible to finish in the top three, but it's not impossible to even challenge for the championship.

However, just as Jiang Che was preparing to accelerate further and shake off the runners who were close behind him.

His peripheral vision glanced back slightly, and his pupils suddenly contracted sharply—

It's Chen Feng, and two other active provincial team players!

These three people were like ghosts, silently creeping up at some unknown time.

Judging from their relaxed appearance, without even breaking a sweat, it was clear that they, like Jiang Che, had been accumulating strength for the first ten kilometers.

Before going onto the field, Jiang Che still had a sliver of hope that these three people might not be after him.

Maybe he's just overthinking it?

Now, Jiang Che's anxiety has completely subsided.