Song Qingmo was scheduled to run in the afternoon, and now he was under the sun that he "loved so much", with the audience cheering him on.

"It's over, it's over, ah, what a pity..." The students in Class 1 looked at their comrades who were doing long jump and couldn't even get into the pit, and they were extremely anxious.

"It should be horrible!" The students from Class 2 next to us started to rant about this. At least there are still people in our class who can join the pit. Unlike them, aren't they just a little bit better at studying than our class? Why can't they keep up with their sports scores? Hahahaha...

The students in Class One were often provoked by those in Class Two, and not willing to give in, the two teams would start cursing at each other in civilized language from only half a meter away. Song Qingmo covered his ears tightly. Sigh! It was like this every time.

Wen Zhiling joined in the verbal abuse, wanting to fit in, but he was preoccupied with other matters. That day, he added Song Qingmo on WeChat, and Song Qingmo sent him a direct message: "You have to believe that Mu Hengshi likes you. Just approach him as you truly are. Don't worry, you'll definitely succeed, because you two are a perfect match. Come on! I believe in you..."

There was no further news. Wen Zhiling was so angry that he almost smashed his phone. What kind of people are these? Didn't they agree to help him? They didn't say anything and just sent some inspirational words. What kind of people are these?

Wen Zhiling wanted to ask Song Qingmo something else, but he ended up blocking him. After Song Qingmo finished sending the WeChat message, he blocked and deleted Wen Zhiling, a one-stop service for blacklisting. It was enough to contact someone unlucky once; there was no need to keep nagging.

"No, why isn't Mu Hengshi here?" Mu Hengshi had disappeared at some point. "Great! This guy actually dared to sneak away. No, I'm going to report him to the old class." Song Qingmo lowered his head and smiled darkly. The sound of the two classes fighting drowned out Song Qingmo's malicious laughter.

"Who? Are you crazy?" Song Qingmo was still grinning foolishly, but before he could be proud for long, an icy object pressed against his face, making him shiver with cold.

"Hey, Song Qingmo, look up, it's me." Mu Hengshi said helplessly that he didn't mean it. "Here's the water." He quickly stuffed the iced mineral water into Song Qingmo's hand without giving Song Qingmo a chance to choke him.

Song Qingmo looked up at Mu Heng with an innocent look on his face, and then at the ice water in his arms. Because of the high temperature, a trace of cold air seeped out of the bottle and instantly turned into water droplets. Some of them had already stained Song Qingmo's clothes, leaving patches of wet spots.

Well, this guy went to buy water, it seems that there is no way to complain. Song Qingmo felt bored, put the hot water on the table in front of Mu Hengshi, and then turned around to watch the game again.

Mu Hengshi acquiesced to his action and silently took out the umbrella. Song Qingmo suddenly felt a shadow on his head. He looked up and saw someone holding a parasol for him.

Mu Hengshi, like a considerate gentleman, stood half a meter away, tilting his umbrella towards Song Qingmo. It looked like a boy holding an umbrella for his lover, afraid he'd get sunburned. This realization made him feel very uncomfortable, even a little nauseous.

Song Qingmo couldn't help but frown, his face tense as he moved to the side. Mu Hengshi followed him over. This happened several times, and Song Qingmo's lips were almost broken by his biting. He couldn't help but snatch Mu Hengshi's umbrella and throw him to the ground. Afterwards, he regretted it. It was too early to tear his face apart now.

He couldn't control his temper the moment he saw Mu Heng. Song Qingmo's face was already red from the sun, and he didn't want to lose face anymore. He ignored the strange looks from other students and walked down the stage with a cold face.

Seeing this scene, the other students didn't dare to come forward, but just looked at Mu Shen with curiosity or sympathy. At this moment, Mu Heng looked like a dog abandoned by its owner.

In fact, ever since they arrived at the school, they had noticed that these two students, both of good looks and from well-off families, seemed to be particularly at odds with each other. Song Qingmo was particularly hostile towards Mu Heng. Could this be one of those clichéd "he loves me, I don't love him" stories from the "rich family romance" drama?

Mu Hengshi didn't care what others thought of him. He picked up the fallen umbrella and dusted it off. He looked at Song Qingmo's back with a sad and resentful look.

Wen Zhiling thought this was a good opportunity and immediately started to sow discord. "Student Song is really something. You clearly have good intentions, but he doesn't appreciate it. People are like this. The easier it is to get something, the less they cherish it..."

"This is a matter between him and me, I have no objection. What qualifications do you have?" Mu Hengshi shifted his gaze from the umbrella to Wen Zhiling. Wen Zhiling was stared at by Mu Hengshi's gaze, which seemed to see through everything and was like a cold, poisonous snake.

Wen Zhiling felt a chill, but he was no pushover, so he quickly calmed down and pretended to be relaxed. "Mu Hengshi, what's with your attitude? I'm speaking for you, and you won't be able to catch up with him with your clumsy tricks. How about I give you some advice?"

Mu Heng gave him a cold glance. "No, you better mind your own business, or else don't force me to do anything to you. Right, Wen... No, Xu." Wen Zhiling shuddered, freezing in place. Xu... Did he know something? He'd found out everything so quickly.

For a moment, his heart was in turmoil. No, he shouldn't know about that incident. Otherwise, why wouldn't he do anything to him now? Seeing that Wen Zhiling was silent, Mu Hengshi said, "Take care of yourself," and caught up with Song Qingmo again.

The crowd was mostly concentrated in the playground. The teaching building was deserted, dotted with a few figures. Song Qingmo avoided crowded areas and sat down in a secluded area. He wanted to practice here, letting go of his restlessness.

"Can you please go away? Consider this a plea from me." Song Qingmo had just stood up when Mu Hengshi's footsteps began to sound. Song Qingmo didn't even turn his head, and there was a hint of anger in his words.

"We'll be on stage soon, so you should have a good rest. I'll run with you later." Mu Heng looked to his left and passed him.

As if thinking of something, he spoke again. "You can rest here. I will try to stay away and not disturb you."

"Haha, you think too much. If anyone wants to leave, it should be you. I discovered this place first. It's not such a good thing that I should give way to you." "That's good." The conversation ended there again.

In another hour, Song Qingmo will be on stage. He told the class monitor in the class group, so he didn't run away early.

"Ready... Go!" With the chant, the 30 or so long-distance runners took off. Song Qingmo's eyes were serious, his usual lifeless demeanor gone. His classmates noticed this, finding it surprisingly wild and handsome. There was a touch of unruly in him, more than his usual refined demeanor.

"Hey, look at Song Qingmo running in the inner circle. There seems to be someone following him on the playground. That person seems to be Mu Hengshi."

"Wow, look how fast they both run. Sisters, do you have any pictures of them together?"

It was quite pleasing to the eyes to see two handsome guys running at the same pace, but Song Qingmo was not in such a good mood. Running 5,000 meters was a test of endurance, and now he was so angry that he almost got a stitch in the side.