"I jumped six meters. I win." Shen Qi climbed out of the sandpit and brushed the sand off himself.
"I'm fucking stunned, Shen Qi." Xu Rui was baffled. "A running long jump isn't the same as a standing long jump. It's hard for an ordinary high school student without professional track and field training to jump more than six meters, unless they have incredible natural spring. And you're obviously neither the latter nor the former."
Shen Qi said, "I've been running every day for the past few months."
"You've been doing low-to-moderate-speed aerobic running. What's that got to do with the long jump?"
"Nothing?"
"Does it?"
"It doesn't?"
"Forget it. A bet's a bet—I'll buy you chicken cutlet tonight. Damn, I'm broke as hell lately, but don't worry. Even if I'm broke, I won't go back on my word." Xu Rui sat down beside the sandpit, unzipped his sports bag, and took out two bottles of Pocari Sweat. He handed one to Shen Qi and kept the other.
"The Track and Field team covers your food and drinks and even gives you supplements. What are you spending your money on?" Shen Qi took the drink, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down several mouthfuls.
"Heh heh heh, I met a girl recently. She's gorgeous. Of course, chasing a girl costs money." Xu Rui smiled blissfully. He took his phone out of his sports bag and opened a photo for Shen Qi to see. It was a blatant attempt to make his single friend jealous, proof that he was no longer single.
Shen Qi admired the girl's photo with interest, then spat out a mouthful of drink with a "pfft," spraying it all over the ground.
"So what if you're good at studying? You're still a single dog. Hahaha!" Xu Rui laughed