By this time, Xiao'er had calmed down and walked back. He was very happy to see his good brother win, and he clapped and cheered from behind, "Well done! Wu Heng, you are the best!"

Wu Heng was swinging his arms to reset his joints. He turned his head when he heard the sound, but he didn't look at Xiaoer who was cheering him on. Instead, he looked at the girl next to him.

Ye Lan was quite satisfied with his performance, so he nodded at him.

Wu Heng smiled immediately, his two rows of snow-white teeth standing out against his bronze skin.

This scene was also noticed by the elders on the stage.

"Tsk tsk, young people are just great, they are childhood sweethearts." Lian Cheng glanced at the gossip and said, but he felt the temperature beside him suddenly drop as soon as he finished speaking. The Xiao family's always cold-faced leader seemed to have even lower air pressure around him.

He hurried away to avoid frostbite, and at the same time he began to murmur.

Could it be that his family was strict and did not allow the boy to have feelings for his childhood sweetheart? But he thought the girl was pretty, so Wu Heng would not suffer any loss.

Thinking of this, he glanced towards the corner outside the field again. When his eyes fell on the girl's face and wanted to take a closer look at her, his heart suddenly stopped.

It was difficult for him to describe the feeling he had when he saw the girl.

The other person just stood there quietly, saying nothing and doing nothing, but there was an indelible sense of familiarity lingering in my heart.

It seemed like he had seen this scene many times before, and it was very similar...

He suddenly turned his head and closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to look.

Even if she looks similar, it's not her anymore.