Chapter 30 P - Wish
The Xigao Autumn Sports Meet was held not long after the midterm exams.
Their school's sports meet was quite large, featuring regular track and field events as well as a series of fun events such as kangaroo jumps, three-legged races, and snack-grabbing battles, with all teachers and students participating.
No student enjoys studying. As long as they're not in class, they break free from a dull sense of stagnation and become full of energy for everything they do.
Especially the sports meet, it's no different from having two extra days of holiday.
Of course, this only applies to people who are not participating in the competition.
Except for a very few lively and active ones, the rest of the art students in Class 13 are mostly lazy and inactive, with their butts glued to their easels all year round. They don't like to exercise and won't go to the gym after physical education class is over. They'll either lie sprawled out in the shade of a tree or sneak off to the school supermarket to buy food.
I'll slack off whenever I can, and I absolutely won't take a single step.
Chu Beiling was one of the lively and active people. He volunteered to sign up for the 4x100m relay and the 3000m track and field events.
However, at least one person in each project class needs to participate.
Despite pleading and begging, Liu Jiaxiang, a member of the sports commission, couldn't even raise a third of the funds for the project.
He could only try to get the class committee members involved, along with a few people he was close to, and the four projects he was involved in himself. It was only by scraping together the majority of them that he managed to get the job.
However, there were still two track and field events missing—shot put and long jump—as well as a fun three-legged race, and nobody seemed willing to participate.
So Liu Jiaxiang then set his sights on the easy-going Chu Beiling: "Little Prince Fanfan, you're so athletic, why don't you participate in a couple more? The long jump doesn't conflict with your other competitions, and the fun events are all on Friday afternoons. I'll join you in the three-legged race."
The sports committee member clasped his hands together and pleaded repeatedly, "Help me out, little prince Fanfan, save my life! I'll wash your palette for the whole winter."
Whether there's one more project or one less, Chu Beiling didn't care and agreed: "Okay."
Xing Yu lifted his eyelids and glanced at the sports committee member: "I'd like to sign up for a fun competition."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jiaxiang perked up: "Sure~ then how about you and..." He looked at Chu Beiling to ask for his opinion: "How about the two of you team up?"
Chu Beiling tilted her head to look at Xing Yu, who glanced at her indifferently.
Seeing that he didn't object, Young Master Chu looked away and turned to the sports committee member again: "Sure~ I have no problem."
"Thank you for saving my life." Liu Jiaxiang clasped his hands in thanks. He usually didn't dare to talk to Xing Yu, and after asking everyone else in the class, he couldn't get through to him. Now that Xing Yu had given in, he pressed his advantage: "Brother Xing, we're still missing a shot put. Can you sign up for the shot put?"
Before Xing Yu could speak, Chu Beiling directly refused on his behalf: "No way."
His hand had barely healed when he went to throw the shot put. Did he even want to keep his hand?!
Liu Jiaxiang looked at Xing Yu and asked again.
Chu Beiling threw the pen on the table and glared at the sports committee member: "I already said no, why are you still asking?"
Liu Jiaxiang was startled by Chu Beiling's dark expression. Chu Beiling had a very good personality and would never get angry. Even when the class monitor painted acrylic paint on his face and he had an allergic reaction, he never got angry. He didn't understand why Chu Beiling would get angry just because he asked Xing Yu to throw the shot put.
"Little Prince Fanfan, I really have no choice. If it weren't for the time conflict, I would have gone by myself. Besides, Brother Xing hasn't said anything yet..." He stammered, looking at Xing Yu, wanting to ask for his opinion.
Xing Yu lowered his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips, and looked at Chu Beiling with considerable interest.
Young Master Chu's gaze was fixed on the sports committee member: "Old Liu, are you trying to get yourself killed? Xing Yu's hand injury has only just healed, and you're already making him throw the shot put? Throw it my ass! Go find someone else, or I'll throw you out on the spot."
Liu Jiaxiang belatedly realized, "Sorry, Brother Xing, I forgot about this." Looking at Chu Beiling's more nervous expression than Xing Yu's, he said, "You two really have a good relationship now."
Xing Yu: "I can participate in the 4x100m mixed relay."
Upon hearing this, the sports committee member's mood brightened immediately: "Alright, alright, Xing-ge, you go for the 4x100 relay, I'll go for the shot put."
Fearing that Xing Yu might change his mind, Liu Jiaxiang filled out the form and quickly slipped away.
The sports meet will last for two days, Thursday and Friday, followed by a weekend off.
A light drizzle fell on Wednesday afternoon and continued until the end of evening self-study. A group of boys and girls who planned to slack off during the sports meet were worried about whether the sports meet could be held as scheduled the next day.
The weather was very cooperative. When I woke up on Thursday morning, the rain had stopped and the temperature had dropped a few degrees. There was only some dampness and puddles on the ground. It was a sunny and pleasant day, perfect for outdoor activities.
The 3000-meter race and the 4x100 relay are scheduled for the afternoon, with the long-distance race starting first.
Upon hearing the announcement instructing the athletes participating in the 3000m to proceed to the check-in area, Chu Beiling turned around, raised an eyebrow at Xing Yu, and said, "Xing Yu, considering you used my 'Big White' for a week, if I finish first in the 3000m, can you grant me one wish?"
Xing Yu asked, "What is your wish?"
"It's a wish that won't put you in a difficult position." Chu Beiling was afraid that if she made the request, Xing Yu would definitely not agree, and she would have to ask for a favor again.
Under double difficulty—
Young Master Chu, unusually, lowered his proud head and softened his tone: "Please promise me first~"
Xing Yu lifted his eyelids, looking utterly dejected: "Never mind, I'll just return a bottle of baijiu to you."
Seeing that he wouldn't agree unless he said so, Chu Beiling thought for a moment and finally decided to say it: "Be my model once, and let me paint you once."
Xing Yu: "..."
Chu Beiling: "Is it okay or not!"
Although he had secretly drawn it a few times, it was never as straightforward as drawing it openly, and there was no risk of it being torn up.
The campus loudspeaker was announcing Chu Beiling's name, urging him on.
Young Master Chu, however, was unusually patient and did not rush over. He blinked and looked at the person in front of him.
When the urging voice came over the loudspeaker again, Xing Yu held up his hand and made a "1" gesture: "Just this once."
"Snap—" Young Master Chu happily clasped his hands together, revealing two small, white tiger teeth: "It's settled then."
To prepare for the run, Chu Beiling specially changed into a bright red jersey for easy movement. In the crowd of people in sky-blue school uniforms, his bright red jersey stood out like a blazing fire, attracting attention.
Young Master Chu is very popular. Both boys and girls like him. He becomes the focus of attention as soon as he appears. As soon as he stands on the starting line and finish line, many people surround him, and there are also many people cheering him on from the stands, each one louder than the last.
Xing Yu sat at the highest point of the stands, took out his sketchbook and began to sketch.
In the picture:
"Chu Beiling's clean yet flamboyant silhouette was imprinted in the sunlight. The blue sky, the lawn, and the crowd were all his backdrops, like the hot and free wind of summer. Wherever the young man went, everything cheered and blossomed for him."
October 25, 2012
After finishing the drawing, Chu Beiling went for the last lap, while Xing Yu put away his sketchbook and went to the playground to wait for others.
On the final lap, the 3000 race reached its climax, and the entire track erupted in cheers and screams.
Chu Beiling started to accelerate and leave the others behind for a lap and a half. After that, she ran at a steady pace. She thought she could win easily. However, on the last lap, the sports committee member of Class Two suddenly accelerated and rushed up. The two were neck and neck, vying for first place.
Chu Beiling's stamina was starting to wane, so Li Dong, who was standing by the track, handed her a bottle of mineral water and a piece of chocolate.
He drank most of the bottle, then poured the remaining half over his head, shook the water droplets off his hair, took a big bite of chocolate, and tossed it to Li Dong for safekeeping.
Xing Yu didn't know when he had stood at the starting line. Through his blurry vision, he seemed to see Xing Yu open his mouth and say something like, "Go for it, Chu Beiling, first place."
After Chu Beiling left from the starting point, Xing Yu crossed the track and ran back to the finish line.
It was probably the water and chocolate that worked; Chu Beiling's stamina surged with the remaining half lap, and he quickly pulled ahead of the Class Two sports committee member by ten meters.
The sports committee member of Class Two was stunned and greatly admired his sudden burst of energy.
"Prince Fanfan is amazing!" Xue Ziang glanced at Li Dong: "Will you give gifts to the other contestants too?"
Li Dong turned her head and stared at him with a puzzled look: "Why would I give it to someone else!"
Xue Ziang chuckled dryly and said half-jokingly, "The things you gave me seem to have some kind of cheat code buff. They make my stamina increase dramatically after eating them. I think the rest of us need them too. Didn't Wang Caiyan say that we need to get first place in the overall score at the sports meet? We need to all get good results so that we can get first place in the overall score!"
"Are you out of your mind?" Li Dong glanced at him with displeasure. "It's his business that he can come in first place. What does it have to do with me? Instead of worrying about Wang Caiyan's opinion, you should think about your race later."
Xue Ziang felt he had lost face and was very dissatisfied. With a dark expression, he turned his head to look at the playground.
With 50 meters to go, Sheng Xia, who was standing with Li Dong at the edge of the track waiting for Chu Beiling, was hit hard on the arm. The bottle of mineral water she was holding rolled to the middle of the track.
"Water bottle—" Sheng Xia subconsciously tried to rush to the track to retrieve the water bottle, but Li Dong pulled her back: "Don't go there."
Seeing that it was too late, Chu Beiling tripped over a mineral water bottle that had rolled to the center of the track. Instinctively, to avoid possibly injuring his hand, he raised his hand high, knelt heavily on both knees, and rolled around on the ground. At that moment, a heart-wrenching pain was heard.
The sounds of wind and exclamations ceased, and many people gathered around to ask if he was alright. Chu Beiling lay on the ground for a long time before his vision refocused.
He shook his head: "I, I'm fine."
Xing Yu had flown over from the starting point at some point and was now half-squatting in front of him: "Are you alright?"
"It's nothing, I'm fine. It's just a scraped knee, my hand isn't injured, it's not a big deal."
Xing Yu suppressed the urge to slap him to death, and looked down at the shocking bloody abrasions on his face and legs: "You know what I mean, if you had just braced yourself with your hand, you wouldn't be injured like this."
"No way, my hands are for painting, they're more important than my life." Chu Beiling pushed away the crowd surrounding her. "Make way, don't block the way and affect other people's running."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Sheng Xia lowered her eyes, her face full of guilt, looking like she was about to cry: "I don't know how, but my hand was touched. I should have held it tighter."
Chu Beiling waved her hand: "It's really nothing, don't cry, you won't look pretty when you cry."
After saying that, he pushed away the people around him who were about to help him up, struggled to get up from the ground, and limped to the finish line. Even though he was in last place, he still wanted to finish what he started.
As soon as he reached the finish line, he plopped down, utterly disappointed.
He had secured first place, but due to bad luck, he tripped and fell in the middle of the track, allowing the other runners to overtake him, leaving him with last place.
Originally, if I had gotten first place, I could have drawn Xing Yu.
He finally agreed.
Chu Beiling lowered his eyes, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and felt a bitter taste rise in his mouth.
He always seems to fall just short of everything he does, even when he's given it his all.
A shadow fell beside him, blocking most of the sunlight in front of Chu Beiling, and he looked up.
Despite the bright afternoon sun, Xing Yu's face remained ashen.
Chu Beiling preemptively struck, not giving him a chance to speak, and directly stuck to him: "Xing Yu, last place is still first. I didn't just say whether it was first or last place, so keep your promise."
Xing Yu glanced at him: "When it comes to sophistry, you're the best."
Chu Beiling: "That's exactly right."
Xing Yu ignored his sophistry and reached out to pull him up from the ground: "Let's go to the school clinic to treat the wound first."
"There's also the 4x100 relay," Chu Beiling reminded him, then, seeing his face growing increasingly dark, changed her tone: "Go after you finish that. It's just a scrape, nothing serious."
"Why are you running? Treat the wound first, and make sure he's alright before you talk." Xing Yu didn't give him a chance to refuse, and turned to the sports committee member: "I'll be right back after I've finished treating him, we should make it in time."
Without waiting for the sports committee's response, he supported Chu Beiling and walked towards the school clinic, looking as if he was afraid that Chu Beiling would run away.
The cold touch of Xing Yu's skin traveled through his arm, and Chu Beiling, who had just finished running three kilometers and was radiating heat, shivered from the cold: "Why are you so cold?"
"It's because you're too hot."
Chu Beiling wasn't used to being held like a chick by him: "Let go, I won't run away."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xing Yu let go of his hand. Young Master Chu, who was leaning on Xing Yu, stumbled. If Xing Yu hadn't pulled him back again, he would have almost sat down on the ground.
"You're really letting go?"
"As you requested." Xing Yu lifted his eyelids and asked in a very good-natured manner, "Do you want to let go?"
"Shut up." Chu Beiling was afraid that if Xing Yu continued talking, he would really find a sack, put it over Xing Yu, and throw him in an alley to beat him up.
Xing Yu supported him, and the two of them walked together toward the school clinic.
At this time, everyone was on the playground, and only the patrolling teachers were in the vast campus, leaving only the two of them in quiet silence.
The lush branches of the Bodhi tree blocked most of the sunlight, and the leaves fell to the ground, swaying constantly as they were trampled.
Xing Yu: "We can keep our promise."
Chu Beiling paused, and it took him half a second to realize that he was answering the unreasonable request Chu Beiling had just made: "Really?"
Xing Yu nodded slightly.
The shadow of defeat that Chu Beiling had just experienced vanished instantly.
Seeing that he would respond to his unreasonable demands, he simply went along with it: "Can you supply unlimited quantities?"
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