"Ling Yun!"
Zhao Ruixue tried to make her voice sound like that of a proper teacher, but because she was so excited, the end of her sentence still carried a barely perceptible tremble.
"Your one-thousand-meter time... it's incredible! Two minutes and twelve seconds! That's practically the level of a world-class athlete! I have a feeling that, in the future, the entire middle- and long-distance running field will belong to you!"
She looked at Ling Yun with amazement and longing.
"Haha, I'm glad you're satisfied, Teacher." Ling Yun smiled and made a request while he was at it. "Then when the City Games come around, don't forget to sign me up for a few more events."
"Don't worry! Leave it to me!"
Zhao Ruixue patted her chest, her eyes shining as if she could already see Ling Yun sweeping the podium.
"Not just running! I can tell your jumping ability is extraordinary too. I've signed you up for the high jump and long jump as well! We'll go for the grand slam at the City Games!"
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, as if she could already see Ling Yun draped in the national flag atop an even higher podium.
"Champion of the City Games! Then champion of the Provincial Games! And after that... the national team! Representing our country! The 2020 Olympic Games! My goodness!"
She was so excited that she could barely contain herself. Without thinking, she grabbed Ling Yun's hand and shook it vigorously. "By then, I'll be able to boast to everyone—look! That's the student I, Zhao Ruixue, taught! An Olympic champion!"
Standing to the side, Jiang Yingqing watched Zhao Ruixue tightly holding Ling Yun's hand. Her little mouth pressed into a thin line, and a trace of jealousy stirred in her heart.
But