A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

If you ask Shen Ye how he feels about this sporting event...

He will tell you it's terrible.

I thought things would calm down after the first day, but the second day was even more outrageous.

Girls from different classes and grades would often take advantage of the chaos to come up and talk to him.

One person said, "Shen, you worked hard carrying water yesterday," while another asked, "Will you be sitting here this afternoon?"

One after another, like queuing up to clock in, Shen Ye was overwhelmed.

Even more bizarrely...

Every time someone comes up to talk to him, a chill runs down his spine.

He was very familiar with that feeling, as if he were being stared at by something, and a chill crept up from his tailbone to the back of his head.

But every time he turned around, that gaze vanished instantly.

He scanned every corner of the stands, but all he saw were swarms of people, and he couldn't find any clues.

One or two times could be considered an illusion, but if this feeling of being watched keeps recurring throughout the day, it's as precise as if you've been given a radar.

Shen Ye was puzzled, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

The second day of the sports meet.

Shen Ye unusually didn't lie down—Lin Chunuan's match was today.

"Nuan Nuan, how about I massage your legs? It'll help relax your muscles before you run."

Shen Ye sat down next to his younger sister, his voice soft and gentle. His gaze fell on Lin Chunuan's legs dangling over the side of the chair, his concern barely concealed.

It had been almost a week since the two had their last serious conversation.

During this period, Shen Ye truly embodied the phrase "shameless and persistent".

When Lin Chunuan ignored him, he would approach her; when Lin Chunuan chased him away, he would pretend not to hear; when Lin Chunuan didn't talk to him, he would mutter to himself.

He did everything he could think of to make his sister happy, from making breakfast and buying snacks to telling her bedtime stories.

Because he realized that what Nuannuan wanted was not just an apology, but genuine care and companionship from her older brother.

After persisting for so many days, the results are quite obvious.

At least Lin Chunuan no longer avoids him when she sees him. Although they still don't talk much, the distance between them has changed from "half a living room apart" to "being able to sit side by side on the same sofa".

For Shen Ye, this was already a huge step forward.

"Need not."

Lin Chunuan took half a step back, her tone still indifferent, but much softer than her previous stiff resistance.

She glanced at Shen Ye a few times, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.

My brother is awful.

That's for sure.

But during this time, her brother has been circling around her every day, carefully trying to please and coax her, and she seems unable to keep ignoring him.

Whenever a girl gets close to her brother, she can't help but look over.

I hope he doesn't talk too much to those girls.

Hopefully he'll come back to the stands soon.

She herself thought the idea was childish, but she just couldn't control it.

Shen Ye was unaware of his sister's ulterior motives, and even less aware that the source of his unease these past two days was his own sister.

He simply squatted down, stretched out his hands, and gently lifted Lin Chunuan's calves.

"It's okay, let me rub it for you."

Girls are all hypocritical.

He might say no, but he might not really mean it. In these situations, he has to take the initiative.

Lin Chunuan only symbolically twitched her legs a couple of times, and then stopped moving, letting her brother do as he pleased. She lowered her eyes, not looking at him, but not refusing either.

Wang Jiahao happened to see this scene from the stands some distance away.

The chubby boy's face instantly contorted. He gripped the railing tightly, muttering uncontrollably, "Damn it, how come they're eating and taking things at the same time!"

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Why should I?!

He'd been trying to win over that girl for so long and she wouldn't even look at him properly, but Shen Ye was different. He just sat there and girls would offer him water, and now he was even massaging Lin Chunu's legs!

He also wanted to massage the girl's legs!

Paying is fine!

Shen Ye had no idea about any of this. He lowered his head and gently pressed his five fingers on Lin Chunuan's calves with a slow and moderate force.

"How is it? Comfortable?" He looked up at his sister as if seeking praise.

He didn't know whether Lin Chunuan felt comfortable or not, but he himself felt comfortable.

The girl's calves were sculpted by God, slender and well-proportioned, without an inch of extra curvature.

Her skin was fair and delicate, and the touch from her fingertips was warm, smooth, and soft, like pressing on a cool milk pudding.

Shen Ye silently sighed in his heart—this wasn't working, it was clearly enjoying himself.

"Um."

Lin Chunuan nodded almost imperceptibly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.

That single word was enough to satisfy Shen Ye.

It's good if you don't reject it.

"The women's 800-meter race is about to begin. Athletes, please assemble at the designated location!"

The announcement suddenly broke the brief harmony in the stands.

Lin Chunuan's leg moved slightly.

Shen Ye understood, released her hand, and stood up. The girl jumped off the seat, patted the wrinkles on her athletic shorts, and turned to walk towards the track.

"Warm and cozy!"

Shen Ye called out from behind.

Lin Chunuan paused slightly, hesitated for a second or two, then turned to the side, revealing half of her profile.

"come on!"

Shen Ye waved his fist at her, making a gesture of encouragement.

Instead of saying "If you can't run, then don't" or "Don't force yourself," he encouraged his sister to be brave and do it.

He understood his sister's thoughts: she signed up for the 800-meter race because she wanted to prove that she could do it too.

As her older brother, all he could do was stand by the finish line and cheer her on.

"Um."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Lin Chunuan's lips.

She didn't linger any longer. Turning her head, her ponytail swung in the air in a light arc as she strode quickly toward the check-in area.

The smile on Shen Ye's face slowly disappeared after his sister walked away, replaced by a deep worry.

Lin Chunuan's constitution is actually quite good; the little girl is usually very energetic and energetic, always jumping around.

However, she has never had systematic training, and the 800-meter dash is definitely not an easy task for her.

He stood at the very front of the stands, his eyes fixed on that small figure, his heart pounding in his chest.

Principal Deng, if you had been a little greedy, you could have shortened the track by a hundred meters.

headmaster:?

So it's wrong for me not to be greedy?

Moreover, this entire loop is only 300 meters long. What would happen if we reduced it by another 100 meters?

Shen Ye's thoughts only wandered for a moment before the broadcast pulled him back to reality.

The women's 800-meter race registration has begun.

Contestants from all grades stood on the starting line one after another, with older girls from higher grades and first-graders among them.

The six grades were mixed together and stood in a row, with a very obvious height difference. The shortest student was only shoulder-height of the tallest student.

But this is fine too, Shen Ye thought.

With so many people, even if Lin Chunuan runs slowly, there will always be someone at the back for her.

"On your marks—"

The referee raised the starting pistol, and the shouts from the stands fell silent for a moment.

"Bang!"

The moment the gun fired, the playground seemed to ignite, erupting in deafening cheers.

The flags of each class were waved frantically, and the students' voices were almost hoarse from shouting. The buzzing sounds mixed together, turning the entire playground into a boiling cauldron.

Shen Ye pushed aside the people blocking his way and squeezed to the front of the railing.

"Warmheart—Go for it—!"

His loud shouting was a stark contrast to his usual indifferent attitude, leaving many girls who had been rejected when he tried to chat him up completely bewildered.

So my idol has a second personality?

The 800-meter race is indeed a tough challenge for elementary school students.

On the first lap, a group of short-legged kids charged forward with all their might, each one looking fierce, as if they wanted to take a five-meter stride.

However, most people don't understand rhythm management at all. They rely solely on brute force to sprint, and before they've even finished the first lap, two-thirds of them are already pale.

By the second lap, the gap had widened significantly.

Several sixth-grade girls, with their long strides and good stamina, had already steadily taken the lead. A sparse line dangled in the middle of the group, their steps growing heavier and their breathing more erratic. Lin Chunuan was among this group.

Shen Ye had taught her a little trick before, and the little girl had a good memory. She kept her speed down the whole time and is now stuck in the middle position.

Several sixth-grade girls whizzed past her, their footsteps creating a gust of wind, but she wasn't thrown off track and continued to maintain her own rhythm.

But the age gap cannot be erased.

The sixth-grade runners have crossed the finish line one after another, and they are all bending over and panting at the finish line.

There were still a few runners left on the track, and Lin Chunuan was one of them.

One more lap.

The announcement came over the loudspeaker, and Shen Ye's heart jumped into his throat.

Lin Chunuan was now feeling top-heavy and unsteady. Her running posture was noticeably unsteady, and her legs felt like they were filled with lead, with each step accompanied by a distinct sense of sluggishness.

Her lips were slightly pale, and her wisps of hair were stuck to her cheeks with sweat. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, and her chest was heaving violently.

Shen Ye felt sorry for Lin Chunuan and wished he could run in her place.

"Warm and cozy! Keep it up!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs toward the track.

The sound cut through the layers of cheers and clamor, precisely reaching Lin Chunuan's ears.

The girl turned her head in a daze and glanced in the direction from which the sound came. Her vision was already blurred by sweat, and the figures on the playground were overlapping, so she couldn't see anything clearly.

But she knew that voice belonged to her brother.

My brother is watching.

My brother is cheering me on!

For no apparent reason, a force surged up from deep within my lower abdomen, and my legs, which had been so heavy that I couldn't lift them, suddenly regained feeling.

Lin Chunuan gritted her teeth and forced herself to increase her speed even further, overtaking several of her older rivals in succession.

"The last 100 meters!"

Lin Chunuan used the last of her strength to mechanically move her legs alternately, her chest burning with pain, each breath feeling like swallowing a handful of shards of glass.

The finish line is just ahead.

Getting closer.

Getting closer!

The moment Lin Chunuan crossed the white line, she felt as if all her strength had been drained away.

His left ankle twisted inward uncontrollably, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.