After downing two cans of Red Bull, Jiang Linyuan felt like even his little guy had perked up.
A rather wicked idea suddenly came to him.
If you needed to pee before a race, you had to hold it in. That way, you'd feel more driven and under pressure while running.
You'd pretend to be giving it your all to win, while your bladder was already full to bursting. As you ran, you'd feel it sloshing around inside you. With so many spectators watching, your thighs would keep lifting and rubbing together, and the more you exercised, the more urine would slip into your urethra. Panicking, you'd be left to wage this secret battle alone, praying for the race to end soon.
Now that he thought about it, that was kind of kinky.
Jiang Linyuan didn't particularly need to use the bathroom right now—not unless he had another can of Red Bull.
"Senior, I came to cheer you on!"
Were you really here to cheer him on, or were you trying to ruin him?
Yu Songsong bounced over to his side.
Thankfully, her hands were empty.
Jiang Linyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing that, Yu Songsong narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly.
"I just saw that volunteer and Lin Yilin bring you water, so I figured I wouldn't bother."
Saint of Thieves, when did you get here to spy on him?
"I'll give you something they didn't. That'll definitely motivate you!"
As she spoke, Yu Songsong's cheeks flushed. She suddenly lifted her head and pecked Jiang Linyuan on the cheek.
Her lips were soft, and the warmth of them against his cheek lasted only an instant.
Jiang Linyuan hadn't expected her to be so bold. He stared at Yu Songsong without saying a word.
A cool autumn breeze swept