A Young Woman's Heart

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(four)

On the playground, various competitions are still ongoing.

The starting gun and whistle blared incessantly.

"On your marks, get set—go!"

Li Hongran dashed off like an arrow released from a bow. This was the men's 1,500-meter race, the race with the most laps at Yukong High School this year.

It is said that after Mo Kong argued his case, Yu Kong High School finally canceled the 10,000-meter marathon, which was almost impossible for ordinary students to complete.

The vice principal, who is about to retire, had a dark expression on his face for several days because of this.

He still looks unhappy.

"Go Li Hongran!!" During the 1,500-meter race, many students would come to watch.

In this competition, Li Hongran represented Class 2, and An Ruosu also successfully entered the finals.

Although he was not as tall as Li Hongran, he was no slower than her.

The two ran ahead, even leaving the training team several meters behind.

While running, Li Hongran gave a thumbs-up to An Ruosu, who was arguing with her, and then, taking him by surprise, slapped his butt unexpectedly: "Haha, dare to sprint with me the whole way?"

An Ruosu's fair face flushed slightly, and he covered up his embarrassment with a loud shout: "Charge!"

"Go for it!" Li Hongran sped up a bit more, and An Ruosu continued to follow closely, refusing to run into the inner lane and insisting on running alongside him.

Although there is a significant difference in leg length between the two, An Ruosu does not appear to be strained.

At least they saved some energy for a real sprint in the last 100 meters.

Now, even the sports training teams have been left far behind.

Mo Xueyao wasn't surprised at all, because An Ruosu had been consistently running there every day, even more so than the sports training team.

As for Li Hongran, with her brain filled with athletic talent, it's not surprising that she could outpace the sports training team.

The athletes from the training team had originally planned to conserve their energy for the final lap, but now they had no choice but to grit their teeth and keep up, closing the gap once again.

At times like these, they don't seem so invincible after all.

"Come on, Li Hongran! An Ruosu! The sports team is almost catching up with you!" Mo Xueyao shouted at the two running past her, looking like she was enjoying the show.

The people in the sports training team couldn't help but glance at her sideways.

Then they quickened their pace.

As expected of someone from the sports training team, they were able to accelerate even further.

In Mo Xueyao's opinion, their running speed was even faster than her cycling speed...

An Ruosu exerted his strength again. This was the last lap, and he actually ran ahead of Li Hongran and rushed into the innermost lap.

Even Li Hongran is now gritting her teeth and persevering, and some students have even been overtaken by them.

You should know that those who make it to the long-distance running finals are all students with good endurance from their respective classes.

Even at their worst, they're still the kind of person who can get an excellent score in the 1000-meter run in a regular physical education exam.

Of course, there is a difference between 1,500 meters and 1,000 meters. Most of these people start to run out of breath after 1,000 meters, which causes them to gradually decline.

The last 500 meters are where endurance will be truly tested.

"The last hundred meters—!" Hua Yinyin shouted excitedly.

Wang Jiale, standing to the side, waved the colorful flag vigorously: "Go! The last hundred meters!!"

"Go! Go!"

"Li Hongran, keep going!"

"Go, Susu! Don't let Lao Li catch up with you!"

"Charge, Susu! Who says women are inferior to men!" Some even made a rather malicious joke.

However, it was Chen Cheng who said this. Given his personality, it's not surprising that he would say such a thing. In addition, he usually has a good relationship with Li Hongran and An Ruosu, so it was probably just a joke between close friends.

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Chapter Fifty-Two: Déjà Vu

(One)

The room was dimly lit, with the light shining in at a slightly skewed angle.

Even the slightest movement can stir up a cloud of dust, like snowflakes, which then swirl and fall.

Unfortunately, the people who entered this place with its mysterious atmosphere were not fair-skinned beauties, but three boys who swaggered around.

Zhou Yong, Gao Yuan, Liu Xiaowei.

"Damn, this place is so comfortable, it even has a coffee table. Damn, the sofa is so soft? You can't see inside from the outside, but I didn't expect there to be such a big window."

"This is what it's like for the rich..." Zhou Yong sighed enviously. "How come the gap between the rich and the poor is widening again..."

"It's impossible for everyone in this world to be completely equal." Liu Xiaowei, who was clearly the poorest, said this quite naturally, without feeling that there was anything wrong with it.

"What's so special about that? There are even more luxurious private rooms than this, but those are not open to the public even on ordinary days, so you can't get in."

What's in there?

"There's a dedicated broadcast TV, a really big one, and it's positioned quite high up—look, over there, you can look down from there. They even have those big telescopes that let you see the stage clearly. The interior is decorated like a small bar."

"Damn, you described it so clearly, have you actually been there?"

"Is it strange?" Gao Yuan raised an eyebrow, feigning composure, but then burst out laughing the next second. "Tch, what's so strange about that? If you really want to see it, I'll take you next time."

"Forget it, I was planning to sit here for a while, but now I'm not in the mood anymore. Let's go—" Liu Xiaowei led the way out of the room and called to Zhou Yong behind him.

Zhou Yong glanced at Gao Yuan, then turned his head away: "Where do you want to go? Take a rest."

"We've only just begun exploring, okay? Come on! I heard there's a sports equipment room here, let's go check it out!"

"What's so strange about that..."

"Maybe it's different from the ones at our school? Come on, Zhou Yong, aren't we brothers!"

"Good good..."

"You don't have the key, so you'll just be circling around the door."

"I don't think it's locked, because people can usually come in and use the space, right? Although there is an entrance fee, it doesn't seem to be expensive according to the sign at the entrance, so people must come in often."

"That doesn't mean it's not locked." Gao Yuan shrugged. "Never mind, just help me carry my backpack. Oh, and I remember bringing some jelly, grab a couple of bags to eat..."

For Gao Yuan, it doesn't matter where he goes, as long as he has food in his hand.

……

(two)

The sky, which had been expected to be sunny all day, suddenly turned into a downpour.

The sky was still bright, and the sun hadn't even had a chance to completely hide behind the clouds.

The sun shower came and went quickly, barely wetting the playground.

Huang Yuxi is in poor health, so she cannot participate in many sports. Although she has no problem throwing a shot put, this event is usually not left vacant with no one signing up.

So he took over Li Wanyan's work today.

In reality, it was Li Hongran who took over, while Huang Yuxi was just curiously following behind him.

Could you help me carry some bottled water or something?

The cheers and shouts from the playground were deafening.

Mo Xueyao was so tired of hearing it that her ears were practically calloused.

As for the Athletes' March that played on repeat all day, it didn't give me a particularly headache. I guess it's because I've listened to it for so long that I've gotten used to it like breathing air.

"Wanyan, are you still feeling unwell?"

"No."

Mo Xueyao leaned closer to her: "Then why are you frowning the whole time?"

She glanced at Yi sideways and said, "Your right hand is a little cold."

"Has the old injury flared up again?" Mo Xueyao muttered, taking Li Wanyan's hand and placing it on her thigh.

Compared to her icy hands, Yi's thighs were much warmer.

"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

In response to Mo Xueyao's actions, Li Wanyan's right hand gently pinched the soft flesh of her thigh.

Then, she patted it gently again.

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes: "What are you doing?"

"I feel a bit weak."

"Hmm, I see you're quite strong." Mo Xueyao muttered, wrapping her hands around Li Wanyan's palms and wrists, and pulling her closer to herself.

"Yaoyao's hands are so warm."

"Really?"

"Mmm." Li Wanyan gently pursed her lips with her teeth. "Like a furnace."

"Hmph, I've always been warm since I was little!" Mo Xueyao raised her little face with a bit of pride. "My dad is the same, but my mom is always complaining about being cold. Oh dear, I guess that's a racial trait?"

"perhaps."

Li Wanyan let Mo Xueyao hold her right hand and tuck her coat back into her clothes.

It was almost 1 p.m., so the hot water bottle had naturally cooled down. This oversized school uniform was borrowed by Mo Xueyao from Mr. Xue.

As for Mr. Xue right now, he's wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt and playing soccer with other people in the middle of the playground.