"I think you ought to shoulder some responsibility." Shen Yu planted his hands on his hips and wrinkled his nose at Yao Maolin in displeasure. "There's still the 1,500 meters and the relay. There's a place for you in both."
Sports events like these had never had anything to do with a slacker like Shen Yu. After all, Class Seven had forty students and had never lacked athletes.
"Then why are you so excited?" Yao Maolin reached Shen Yu in two strides, then collapsed bonelessly into the chair, trapping the excited Shen Yu inside his seat.
"If the math teacher's being this accommodating, it must be orders from the academic affairs office. We can't make a laughingstock of ourselves at the sports meet." Yao Maolin twirled his pen idly, knowing the school's ways inside out.
Shen Yu slumped over his desk, equally uninterested. Basketball had always been the most fun part of PE, but now everyone had gone off to train. It really was boring.
Beside him, Ji Cიცen saw Shen Yu looking down, his usually lively head drooping listlessly. He mercilessly hauled Yao Maolin out of the seat and slipped back into it himself without a fuss.
Lifted out with one hand, Yao Maolin seethed but dared not protest. Especially when he saw that Ji Cიცen was still half a head taller than him, he could only slap his thigh in frustration at his own failure to measure up.
Although Yao Maolin never said so openly, he had secretly been guzzling milk these past two years. He had grown, but he was still a little shorter than Ji Cიცen.
Seeing Yao Maolin get put in his place, the previously dispirited Shen Yu burst into cackling laughter and nearly choked on his own spit.
"Come on, time for class." Shen