"Running that fast, he should be able to get a good placing tomorrow." Watching Lin Li's back, Ding Sihan couldn't help but smile.
"Indeed." Qu Wanqiu nodded with a smile. "He's a born deserter."
Chen Yuying lowered her head slightly, still holding her phone in both hands. Her right thumb busily kept opening WeChat and returning to the home screen, repeating that meaningless action, while the fingers of her left hand constantly rubbed along the edge of the phone.
Her cheeks, which had returned to their usual fair complexion after resting, were now tinged with a faint blush again, as if dyed by an autumn sunset.
Finally, with the phone screen too boring to look at and her thoughts having long drifted elsewhere, Chen Yuying couldn't help sneaking a glance in the direction Lin Li had left. The corners of her lips curled up before quickly flattening again.
"Ying Bao! You're about to stop being my Ying Bao! Did you see Lin Li's reaction just now? He was one step away from following the signal to hunt down that whoever-it-was for a duel. He was so anxious he turned into Bai Bufan."
Seeing Chen Yuying say nothing, Ding Sihan tilted her head and leaned against Chen Yuying's shoulder, deliberately slowing her tone as she teased her.
"What? Isn't Lin Li always like this? It's not like you met him yesterday. What's so surprising?" Chen Yuying said with a smile, shaking her head.
"Al~ways~like~this~?" Ding Sihan rubbed her head against Chen Yuying's shoulder and repeated it in a strange tone. "It feels like you're deliberately not chatting with me on the same wavelength."
Chen Yuying merely blinked, as if she didn't understand what Ding Sihan was talking about.
Ding Sihan suddenly burst out laughing.
Why did this feel so familiar? "Sihan,