Chapter 4

There was a burst of noise. Li Ziyan crossed the finish line, followed by several other boys who followed in fits and starts.

The moment he finished running, the student council member rushed over to help him, and other students also gathered around him.

Suddenly, there were childish and meaningful "ohs" coming from all around.

Xu Song signaled Ning Qingxu with his eyes: "Look over there, are you envious?"

Ning Qingxu looked in the direction he pointed, smiled at him, and said, "Why?"

"You want to help me too?"

Xu Song didn't think it was a difficult task. Standing next to him, he suddenly had the urge to tease him: "Do you know who I am? How dare you ask me to help you? It's always others who bring me water."

It just sounds so awkward when an Omega says this to an Alpha.

"However, since you are my deskmate, if you take first place, I will not only help you but also bring you water. How about that?"

"Men's 3,000-meter race, get ready!"

Ning Qingxu ran to the starting line, turned around, and waved to him as he ran: "Okay, I'll give you first place!"

The boy's fair cheeks were shining, making him look even more handsome under the sun.

Xu Song left the playground and walked straight to the milk tea shop on campus.

He hadn't actually thought Ning Qingxu could take first place, nor did he know how good Ning Qingxu was at sports. But this person felt particularly familiar to him, yet he couldn't quite place who he was.

He wanted to try it out first.

The milk tea shop at Ningcheng No. 4 Middle School likes to come up with some strange ideas and often releases new products. Sometimes they are well made and attract a large number of students to buy them.

If it is not cooked well, it will become a dark dish and the boss will give up on it sadly.

I heard that a "Lemon Tea Passion Fruit" was recently released. Xu Song hasn't had time to try it yet, so he bought a cup for himself and him.

After paying, I ran back to the playground as fast as I could.

Xu Song recognized Ning Qingxu, who was running at the end of the team. He was silent for a moment.

Now he had no hope for Ning Qingxu. He had expected not to get first place, but he hadn't expected him to come in last.

Xu Song sat next to a girl, pointed at Ning Qingxu, and asked the girl, "Classmate, is he the last one?"

The girl suddenly said excitedly: "What are you talking about! That handsome guy is two laps ahead of the others!"

The string in Xu Song's mind snapped with a "snap".

Hoop!!

Hope rekindled in his eyes.

Ning Qingxu paid attention to him and looked at him, his breathing disordered.

The other party's casual words echoed in his ears for a long time.

He forced a smile, and after seeing the response, Xu Song no longer bothered him and sat quietly in the audience to watch.

As expected, Ning Qingxu came in first.

"Teacher Yu, we really did amazing things this time."

"Oh my god, did you see the expression on the face of that guy from Class 2? His face turned green."

"The freshman is awesome! He beat everyone by two laps in the 1,000-meter race. Did he break the school record?"

Ning Qingxu had just finished running and was completely limp. He almost fell on Xu Song when he tried to help him up.

Xu Song was stunned by the sudden hug. Xu Song was a little shorter than him, and Ning Qingxu was lying on his shoulder.

Xu Song patted his back: "Get up, can you still walk?"

Ning Qingxu was panting, the sound of her breathing surrounded his ears, and the residual warmth made her ears red.

Xu Song pushed him and handed him the cup of "Lemongrass Passion Fruit".

Ning Qingxu pretended to be very tired: "I have no strength left."

Xu Song helped him insert the straw, handed it to him, and then said word by word: "Drink it yourself."

Ning Qingxu took the cup of milk tea, took a sip, and asked him, "Are you so sure that I can get first place..."

Xu Song smiled, holding his forehead and looking at Ning Qingxu, his tone was cold: "I'm not sure, as long as you have the courage."

"This is so sweet..." Ning Qingxu exclaimed.

"What's wrong"

"I don't really like sweet things."

“…”

Giving you water is giving you face, and you are still picky.

A bunch of girls and boys were asking for his contact information, now not caring whether their homeroom teachers were present. It was normal for adolescent boys and girls to be impulsive, especially when it came to such a well-built guy.

Ning Qingxu glanced at someone and politely declined those Omegas.

The atmosphere at the sports meet becomes lively at night. Strings of neon lights hang overhead, creating a dreamy scene.

The sky was completely dark at this moment, and the stars looked even more beautiful.

Some students who participated in the project during the day were already discouraged at this time, while some were full of energy all day long.

The girls all went to buy glow sticks, and the boys sat in the audience playing games, not afraid of being discovered by the teacher and having to write a self-criticism.

Amy Yip and Xu Zixuan were in the classroom. Since no one else was in the classroom, the classroom was pitch black at this time.

Xu Zixuan was about to go find the teacher, but she ran into the student council member as soon as she walked out the door.

Her eyes hurt, and her red and swollen eyelids masked her usual domineering demeanor. She couldn't open her eyes in the faint moonlight.

The student council member was going to get some water, but maybe because the boss had promoted the "Lemongrass Passion Fruit" as his signature drink, there were too many people at the milk tea shop.

He was a little embarrassed. Xu Zixuan didn't know if he heard what she had just said. She said hello and hurriedly left the classroom.

"Alas, it's already my senior year again, and I've already taught several graduating classes.

I really feel bad. In another year, these little bastards won’t be able to see me anymore.”

Their chemistry teacher's surname is Chen, he is a "Mediterranean" and has been teaching chemistry.

Although he speaks harshly, he is actually very soft-hearted and easy to talk to. Many students asked to take individual photos with him before leaving.

"Mediterranean" was chatting happily with the principal next to him.

The Dean of Students also thought he was right: "That's right, let's see how long they can last before they take the college entrance exam. I heard there's a new student in your class recently? I heard he's got good grades, and he lapped the 3,000 meters again today. Hey, which prestigious school did he transfer from?"

Mediterranean waved his hand. "Alas, I don't know. You'd have to ask Xiaoyu about that. I wouldn't pay attention to the sports that young people do."

The head teacher of Class 7 was chatting and laughing with him, and Yu Liping happened to pass by.

She greeted them: "Director Gu, Teacher Chen."

Mediterranean also waved to her and pulled her over. They chatted for more than half an hour and only let her go after the relay race started.

The student council member, Ning Qingxu, and several other grade leaders also came out of the study room intermittently, chatting as they walked.

The student council member first started the conversation: "Are you Ning Qingxu?"

Ning Qingxu: "Yeah."

Student Councillor: "I heard from Xiaoyu that you have very good grades. You even took first place in the 3,000-meter race today."

Ning Qingxu: "Who is Xiaoyu?"

Student Councillor: "Homeroom teacher, that's the nickname the students gave her."

"Let's compete in this monthly exam, okay? I'm quite interested in you."

Ning Qingxu: "Okay."

The student council member nodded in satisfaction. Since it was just a casual chat, he asked him one more question: "You seem to be very close to Xu Song.

He has poor grades and an extroverted personality, like a gangster. Some people don't want to interact with him. How could someone like you get close to him?"

Ning Qingxu was stunned for a moment, frowned and said: "Thug"

“It’s true that my grades are poor.”

Zhou Zixun looked at him and laughed: "Yeah, you haven't heard of the bully and 'problem student' of Ningcheng No. 4 Middle School. The bully who beat up all the gangsters and the poor student who gave the teachers a headache. Which version do you want to hear?"

Ning Qingxu looked at him, not knowing whether to speak. "...you made it up."

"Not entirely. Everyone is saying that, but no one can really say what he is like.

Look, he's pretty, has poor grades, a bad temper, and is a school bully. But if you really want to say he's a bad person, he doesn't hit people casually."

"Well, to understand him, you have to ask people who have been close to him and have played with him for a long time."

Ning Qingxu was not interested, but asked casually: "Who?"