Shen Jin drew a breath and interrupted his bargain-bin brother's wild imaginings, then began questioning everything as he considered his relationship with Ji Cიცen.
Did they really not get along?
Not exactly. Although there was no conflict between them, things were certainly stiff when they spent time together, and the specific reason seemed to have something to do with Shen Yu.
Before Shen Jin could figure out the connection, Shen Yu's eyes flew wide open. He eagerly craned his neck to look down, wishing he could take the drone's place and fly into the sky.
The long-distance race reached fever pitch. At the final bend, Ji Cიცen and the runner in second place sprinted at the same time, overtaking stragglers with long strides.
"God Ji, you're Class Seven's daddy forever!"
"Daddy Yao, sprint! We can't settle for third!"
The boys cheered themselves hoarse. Even shouting their way through the whole family tree could not contain their burning enthusiasm. Shen Yu jumped especially high, his voice standing out because it had not yet broken.
Competitive sports brought out people's instincts more than anything. Seeing Ji Cიცen and the other students sprint, Yao Maolin refused to fall behind either, forcing the final stretch into something that felt like a hundred-meter dash.
Cheers rose and fell in the stands, and the students swung their drumsticks so fast they nearly smoked. Listening to the increasingly outrageous cheering, Shen Jin could not help feeling glad his sprint had ended quickly.
In the final twenty-meter sprint, the boy who had been held back surged again. Ji Cიცen stumbled slightly and quickened his pace, and Shen Yu's heart tightened along with him.
The finish tape, a stride, a sprint-first place!
"He won!" With two of his friends winning championships in succession, Shen Yu spun around excitedly on