Chapter 15 Don't underestimate the bond between us
Shang Que had no idea about this. She didn't even take a close look at what was in the bag. When she got home, she just put it on the cabinet in the entrance hall.
After finishing her packed wontons, Shang Que's phone suddenly rang several times. She unlocked it and saw that it was Ji Jingchuan who had sent her a red envelope via WeChat.
[The First Idiot in the Galaxy]: [Stingy Merchant]
Shang Que didn’t have the habit of leaving notes for people, but some time ago, Ji Jingchuan used the WeChat name “The No. 1 Genius in the Universe” and kept talking about “genius, genius” every day, which annoyed her so much that she changed her note to “The No. 1 Idiot in the Galaxy” in a fit of anger.
Now it seems that this name is obviously more suitable for him than "the greatest genius in the universe".
Shang Que accepted the red envelope and ignored him. After a while, Ji Jingchuan sent another picture.
[The First Idiot in the Galaxy]: Dinner [Picture]
The background of the photo is the dining table in the living room. He put the wontons he packed from a street shop back into the bowl, and a Q-version Pinnie was placed next to him to accompany him while he ate.
Shang Que also took a photo of the empty bowl and handed it over.
[Shang Que]: We bought it from the same store [Picture]
So she knew what he had for dinner and there was no need to report it.
Ji Jingchuan seemed not to understand.
[The First Idiot in the Galaxy]: Not bad, you have the same vision as this genius [thumbs-up]
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: By the way, where is the bag of things you brought back?
[Shang Que]: Throw it away.
【The Idiot in the Galaxy】: Thrown away? ??? ??? ?
He suddenly reacted excitedly, and the long string of question marks he sent almost blinded Shang Que.
[The Biggest Idiot in the Galaxy]: I didn't say it had to be a gift from one of my haters! What if it was a gift from one of your fans who wanted me to pass it on to you? Wouldn't that be a token of their love? And you actually threw it away!!!
[Shang Que]: Didn’t you say you were going to throw it away?
After sending this message, Ji Jingchuan did not reply for a long time. The top of the screen kept showing "The other party is typing". After a long while, the dialog box on his side popped up line by line.
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: Just throw it away.
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: I won’t regret it anytime I think about it.
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: There's nothing important in there anyway.
【The Idiot in the Galaxy】: Yeah.
Shang Que selectively read the first line and then casually replied "Oh".
"Oh? She just said 'oh'?" Ji Jingchuan stared at the short and perfunctory single word and couldn't help but get mad. "Can't Shang Que see that this is an acrostic poem?!"
system:【……】
If this can be called poetry, then why was his previous work "The system and the host are one family, and the villain's counterattack is awesome" called uncultured by him?
Ji Jingchuan angrily hammered the thing beside him, then realized that it was him.
Quickly pinch your flattened face back.
He frowned sternly, searched on his phone, and finally sent a bunch of pictures.
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: Which trash can did you throw it in?
[The Biggest Idiot in the Galaxy]: I mean, did you sort your stuff when you threw it away? Acrylic sheets and tinplate badges are recyclable, but clay figurines are not...
[The First Idiot in the Galaxy]: Garbage sorting is the responsibility and obligation of every citizen!
【The First Idiot in the Galaxy】: I see no Shang Que
[You poke Shang Que and she gives you a Thomas spin kick.]
【The Idiot in the Galaxy】:?
Shang Que was about to go to bed at this moment, but when he saw the bunch of popular science pictures he sent, he frowned in annoyance.
[Shang Que]: It’s too troublesome to throw it away.
Ji Jingchuan was stunned.
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: You didn’t throw it away?
[Shang Que]: I didn’t see any trash can on the way back.
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: Oh.
[The Idiot in the Galaxy]: Hehehe.
[The other party withdrew a message]
【The First Idiot in the Galaxy】：0^0
No hehe.
From that day on, Ji Jingchuan unilaterally restored his WeChat relationship with Shang Que. In addition to the three meals a day, there was also an additional training progress report.
The boy group he is in is called ST. Although Ji Jingchuan is more popular than the group, the small group has been tenaciously alive and has a concert to be held in the second half of the year, so he has been busy rehearsing recently.
That afternoon, when Shang Que came out of the audition hotel, he suddenly received a photo from Ji Jingchuan of him practicing dancing in the training room.
He stood front and center, a blue and white striped sports headband tied around his head. His sweat-soaked hair fell casually over his eyes, revealing his dark, bright pupils. He wore a black sleeveless vest, a washed-out, vintage-style top. His exposed arms displayed strong, muscular lines, a fusion of surging tension and youthfulness.
Shang Que took a glance and found that among the five people, Ji Jingchuan was undoubtedly the most outstanding.
She said it on purpose.
[Shang Que]: The one on the right is quite handsome.
【The First Idiot in the Galaxy】：[Picture]
The above message was withdrawn, and Ji Jingchuan posted a new photo, replacing the person on the far right with his face.
Shang Que:?
Is that how you play it?
[Shang Que]: The one in white clothes is also very handsome.
【The First Idiot in the Galaxy】：[Picture]
The man in white also turned into his face.
[Shang Que]: The one with a buzz cut is handsome.
The buzz cut also became him.
Before Shang Que could continue, Ji Jingchuan quickly sent another picture. This time, the five people in the photo all had his face replaced.
Shang Que: ...
What a supernatural event.
[Shang Que]: You won, you are so handsome, okay?
[The First Idiot in the Galaxy]: 0v0
whee.
"What did you see? Why are you smiling so happily?"
A teasing voice came from behind him. Ji Jingchuan quickly turned off his phone, frowned and turned back.
In the training room, several tall and handsome young men stood together. They had just finished intensive dance practice, and now everyone was sweating profusely as if they had just been fished out of the water.
The guy with a crew cut lifted up the hem of his clothes, fanned off the heat, and jokingly said, "Feng Ye, look at him and make sure he's in a relationship. Idols who fall in love will be beheaded."
He made a gesture of wiping his neck, and his funny expression successfully made everyone laugh.
The teasing voice at the beginning came from Feng Ye. He placed a bottle of electrolyte water in front of Ji Jingchuan and said half-jokingly, "Don't talk nonsense. Ji Jingchuan is the pillar of our Fanxing. If this gets out, not only will his fans want to tear you apart, but the boss won't let you go either."
When Ji Jingchuan heard this, he frowned inexplicably. The atmosphere was strange for a moment, but it was quickly covered up by the laughter of several people.
Feng Ye turned around and said, "By the way, Chuan, we feel that the second half of the action is not quite up to par. How about you rehearse it with us a few more times?"
"My part is already ok. It's your fault if you haven't practiced it well." Ji Jingchuan's tone revealed obvious impatience. He stood up and left after saying this.
The door to the training room was opened and then slammed shut. Feng Ye's lips twitched imperceptibly, and when he turned around, a look of helplessness appeared on his face: "What should I do now?"
The brown-haired, baby-faced guy standing far to the right curled his lips and muttered, "You really think you're the prince."
The buzz-cut boy frowned, "Let's not talk about those black people out there calling us our own. Besides, today's training time has already passed. Isn't it normal for him not to want to practice more?"
"Brother Xian, Noah didn't mean anything else. He usually follows the netizens and calls himself Nokia." Feng Ye helped explain and changed the subject: "Captain, can we wait in line for a while?"
"Let's practice it a couple more times." As the team leader, Bian Du habitually played the role of the good guy and said, "Okay, don't overthink it. Hurry up. Qin Xian and Qi Nuoya will keep their positions. Ji Jingchuan's position will be vacant for now. Feng Ye will help fill in for the last part."
He asked worriedly, "Feng Ye, are you okay?"
"no problem."
Of course there was no problem, after all, he had practiced this part countless times in private. And during every rehearsal, Feng Ye would stare at the position under Ji Jingchuan's feet, feeling jealous.
This should have been his center position.
During the talent show, he was the one that capital had chosen. For this reason, Feng Ye was often scolded by netizens as a member of the royal family. But none of this matters. After he becomes famous, the voices of praise will always drown out the abuse and doubts.
However, what he didn't expect was that Jingchuan suddenly appeared that year. With his handsome face and a voice that was so good that it seemed like heaven was feeding him, he attracted countless fans on his first stage, and his final number of debut votes even surpassed the capital gap to win first place.
After the group was formed, Ji Jingchuan's brilliance unsurprisingly overshadowed the others, with almost all eyes following him. If it weren't for his unconventional and uncontrollable nature, the company might have disbanded the group long ago to focus on him.
However, even if capital did not deliberately tilt resources towards him, when netizens mentioned ST, their first reaction was "the group that Ji Jingchuan was in", and their prefix was always "Ji Jingchuan's teammates."
In the middle of the night, Feng Ye was mad with jealousy. If Ji Jingchuan had not appeared at that time, all this admiration and honor might have been his.
Unfortunately, there are no ifs in the world.
Ji Jingchuan was a mountain he could not cross, he could not move, and could only hope that one day the earth would shake and the mountain would collapse.
On the other side, the system is reminding: [Host, you need to pay attention to this person. I feel he is a bad guy.]
Ji Jingchuan didn't care: "No matter how bad it is, it can be worse than me. Am I not a villain?"
"You're only a villain in relation to the hero and heroine, but in my heart, you're the hero." The system emphasized, "And after this genius system's precise and clever analysis, every time you act like a villain in the plot, it seems to be influenced by this person!"
"Don't imitate my speech."
[Oh.] The system paused, then continued: [Then he—]
"He's a clown." Ji Jingchuan commented: "If you have the time to ruin my reputation, you might as well go to the village entrance to pick up manure and get a higher reward."
【……】
Ji Jingchuan didn't care. He returned to his independent studio, opened the drawer and took out a desk calendar. He circled the date and wrote in the blank space: Shang Que personally admitted that I am handsome.
In addition to today, the day he returned from the variety show was also circled, with the words underneath in red: Never pay attention to Shang Que again!!!
Several huge exclamation marks were enough to show how angry he was at the time. But the line was hastily crossed out several times, because under the date three days later was written: Barely resumed friendly exchanges with Shang Que O-<.
Ji Jingchuan took a look, then took out a pen and circled Mingtian as well.
Every Friday is the day for variety show recording.
*
Shang Que thought that according to Ji Jingchuan's personality, he would definitely show off the screenshot of her saying he was handsome after they met. However, on the day of the third recording of the variety show, he was surprisingly quiet.
Everyone was there, sitting in the lobby chatting. Perhaps the previous camping trip had brought them closer together, and the interactions weren't as awkward as they had been at first. Even Lin Jinyi and Ning Sheng were able to exchange a few words, albeit about the casting of the new drama.
But with Jiang Yizhe making jokes, the atmosphere was harmonious for a while.
Only Ji Jingchuan remained silent. Shang Que was wondering why he had changed so much. When he turned around, he found that he was about to die of illness.
He leaned crookedly on the single sofa with his eyes closed, his face pale, his brows slightly furrowed, and his eyelashes trembling every few seconds.
Shang Que was very familiar with this; it was a sign of discomfort. Ji Jingchuan had been like this when he was sick as a child, his eyelids would twitch subconsciously.
She frowned. At this moment, the director came out to greet everyone: "It feels like a week has passed since we last met. Welcome everyone back to our Friendship House."
Jiang Yizhe bluntly corrected him, "Director, it's not even a week. It's like five days since we last saw each other."
Lin Jinyi then asked, "Is this villa called Friendship House? The grade has dropped instantly."
"Like the community in my hometown." Ning Sheng said with a smile.
[Hahahaha, put up a banner and write a slogan: You must stay in a Friendship House at least once in your life.]
[It seems that housing prices have suddenly dropped from 100,000 yuan per square meter to 6,000 yuan.]
[Director: I won't be humorous anymore. The guests really treat me like a fool.]
The director smiled and continued, "There will be a new guest on this episode of the variety show. Are you curious about who it is?"
He paused deliberately for a moment, and then sparse applause broke out. Everyone acted perfunctorily, as if they hadn't received their water army payment.
"Welcome, welcome."
"Curious."
The director had anticipated this and played a recording of applause. After startling them, he contentedly cue Ji Jingchuan: "The new friend knows one of our guests. Jingchuan, do you want to guess who it is?"
Ji Jingchuan's brow wrinkles deepened, and he opened his eyelids impatiently: "No guessing, love whoever it is."
Lu Zhixu glanced at him and tried to smooth things over: "Is Ji Jingchuan the only one who knows him? None of us know him?"
"I should know it, but I'm not as familiar with it as they are."
Jiang Yize immediately guessed: "Is he Ji Jingchuan's teammate?"
The director smiled and revealed the answer: "Yes, let's welcome ST member Feng Ye!"
【Ahhhh, it's a maple leaf! 】
[He was my favorite in the group show before, and the only reliable person in ST. ]
[After all, it was personally named by the program team: Maple Leaf is here, no surprises.]
[This brings us to someone who was also awarded the title: Ji Jingchuan, the Troublemaker King, who turned the world upside down.]
As the director finished speaking, a figure walked in from outside.
Shang Que looked up. He was about the same age as Ji Jingchuan. His hair was permed into a parted style with bangs covering most of his forehead. The exposed face could be described as handsome, but not very recognizable. It was far less delicate than Ji Jingchuan's facial features.
Feng Ye stood in front of the camera, smiled sincerely, waved, and said, "Hello everyone, I'm Feng Ye. I'm very happy to come to "Friendship Boat" and make friends with you all."
This time the applause was much louder, and the people in front of the camera were still very respectful and said warmly, "Welcome, welcome."
Feng Ye came down and walked towards Ji Jingchuan, saying in a familiar tone: "Xiaochuan, the program team asked me to keep it a secret so I didn't tell you yesterday. I didn't mean to hide it from you. You won't be angry with me, right?"
Ji Jingchuan gave a perfunctory "hmm" and didn't even bother to open his eyes. He rested his hand on his forehead, one leg lazily draped over the sofa, showing no intention of giving up his seat.
[Feng Ye was talking to him, why did he have this attitude? Is there discord within the ST team?]
[Stop talking about ST, Ji Jingchuan is simply being rude.]
[Is he deliberately targeting Feng Ye because he almost took away his spot as the center of the debut? ]
[When you say close, do you mean the difference of more than 30 million votes? ]
[This is still the case with capital voting, hahahahaha, no one has really forgotten that Feng Ye was the emperor at that time. 】
[It's fine to say Ji Jingchuan has a bad personality, but how dare you question his poor stats? The grand occasion of his debut as the center of the gap has not been replicated by any talent show in the domestic entertainment industry for so many years.]
[Stop arguing, the ST members have a good relationship privately.]
[Ji Jingchuan looks a little pale, is he feeling unwell?]
[That's not the reason for ignoring him in public. He's making Feng Ye really embarrassed.]
Feng Ye showed an embarrassed look on his face facing the camera. He opened his lips, but stopped talking.
At this moment, Shang Que suddenly said, "Sit here with me."
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, then immediately smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Sister Shang Que. We all like you very much. Before we came here, someone asked me to help get your autograph."
[Isn't it true that I said ST had a good relationship? Ji Jingchuan has been on two variety shows, why hasn't anyone asked him for an autograph?]
[Ah, yes, yes, because Ji Jingchuan isolated the four of them. Are you satisfied with this answer?]
[Of course, it's because you know Shang Que hates Ji Jingchuan. Don't you fans know how many people the prince has offended? ]
Feng Ye walked over while speaking, and as soon as he sat down, Shang Que stood up.
She walked to Ji Jingchuan, kicked his feet, and commanded in a tone: "Take your legs away."
The long leg on the sofa was immediately put down. Ji Jingchuan slowly opened his eyes with a dazed expression and subconsciously handed over a pillow.
Shang Que Hates Ji Jingchuan
[It's nothing. Shang Que's sofa is a single seater. Although it looks large, it would be a bit crowded for two people to sit together. She gave it to Feng Ye as a courtesy to the guests.]
[Why does Ji Jingchuan look so dull today? Has he changed his style?]
What change of style? He had a heat stroke and his brain was almost burned out. Ji Jingchuan hugged his pillow uncomfortably, because Shang Que was sitting next to him, and he held on and didn't fall asleep.
"Well, welcome Feng Ye to the Friendship House." The director clapped his hands. "First, let's play a little game to decide which group the new friend will join."
The game is idiom chain, and the group whose first two members are eliminated will accept new guests.
[Why does the losing group get the new guest? ]
[This is probably to make up for the difference in IQ. Otherwise, how can I beat others in the following games?]
【Now that I put it that way, it actually makes a lot of sense.】
"Starting from Lu Zhixu, and proceeding clockwise, the first word is [Great Wisdom Appears Foolish]."
Lu Zhixu: "Yugong moves mountains."
Ning Sheng: "I'm at the end of my rope."
Lin Jinyi: "Do your best."
Jiang Yizhe: "Do whatever you want."
Shang Que: "Do whatever you want."
Ji Jingchuan: "Do whatever you want."
Lu Zhixu: "Do whatever you want."
“…”
【？ ？ ？ ？】
[Hahahahaha, I'm stuck in a vicious cycle. It's all your fault, brother Xiao Jiang!]
[Whispering that it was Shang Que who broke the rules first.]
【But everyone took it up in tacit understanding.】
After shouting "Do whatever you want" twice, the director quickly stopped him and said, "Wait, wait, change the word."
"[Instant success], start from..." He glanced at it and named, "Start from Jiang Yizhe."
Jiang Yizhe: "Successful and famous."
Shang Que: "It's difficult to find a job."
Ji Jingchuan: "It's extremely difficult."
Lu Zhixu: "It's extremely difficult."
“…”
"Stop, stop, stop!" the director interrupted them. "Is finding employment difficult even an idiom?"
"After a few hundred years of archaeological excavations, it will become an idiom," Shang Que explained seriously. "Who agrees and who disagrees."
Five hands shot up simultaneously: "I agree."
【Those who understood cried.】
I feel like I could watch an entire episode just watching them play idiom chain games.
[Me too, now this really feels like a friendly party.]
[What? Our rivals are actually going to become friends!]
[Hahahaha everyone was so happy, but we didn't bring any new guests to play.]
Lu Zhixu and Ning Sheng were in the middle of a romance, so naturally, they didn't want anyone else getting in the way. Lin Jinyi couldn't get along with people she wasn't familiar with, and she had finally come to terms with Jiang Yize, so she certainly didn't want to have to deal with another teammate.
Shang Que vaguely felt that Feng Ye was a little strange. Although he couldn't put it into words, it seemed that Ji Jingchuan didn't like him very much. He was afraid that if the two of them were together, there would be some conflicts, so he didn't plan to let him in.
None of the three groups wanted Feng Ye, so they tacitly began an endless cycle.
The director thought they were deliberately making trouble, and after two rounds, he let Feng Ye choose which group to join.
All five of them had stern, solemn expressions. Jiang Yize, who had just been having fun playing the idiom chain game, had no idea what they were thinking. He looked around blankly, his expression tense, and he followed everyone else's example, sitting upright.
Although I don’t understand, I am sociable.
Feng Ye didn't hesitate: "I choose the group of Shang Que and Ji Jingchuan."
As soon as the words fell, Lu Zhixu and the others smiled sincerely at the same time, clapped their hands and said, "Congratulations."
Ji Jingchuan's spirits, which had finally improved a little, disappeared again, and he leaned back dejectedly.
Feng Ye asked with an embarrassed expression: "What's wrong with him? Did I make the wrong choice?"
"No, he's happy." Shang Que patted Ji Jingchuan's arm. "Look at him, he's as happy as an eggplant hit by frost."
Feng Ye: ...
[As expected of our Que Que, she even knows how to use idioms! ]
Are you sure she used it correctly?
[You don't care whether it's right or not, just use it.]
[Just like when I take an exam, I have to write a few sentences even if I don’t know how to do it.]
After the groups were determined, the director began to introduce the theme of this episode: "Speaking of sports games, there's a saying that goes, 'First place?'"
Lu Zhixu: "Sports first."
"No way? I remember that sentence was—" Jiang Yize questioned. Under the director's expectant gaze, he said confidently, "Competition first, friendship second!"
This is you before
Why do two people pick up their teammates and run in a three-legged race?
[Let him go. The child is at the competitive age.]
The director no longer expected them to: "Friendship first, competition second. So today's theme is the outdoor sports meeting! The production team has set up the competition venue, everyone, let's go now."
Everyone stood up and left. Feng Ye suddenly walked quickly to Shang Que and asked expectantly, "Sister Shang Que, can I take a photo with you? I can show off to them when I get home."
Shang Que still had a strange feeling in her heart, but the camera had already arrived. In front of the camera, she nodded out of politeness: "How do you shoot?"
"Use my phone," Feng Ye's lips curled up even wider, and he looked excited as he turned around and said, "Xiaochuan, can you take a picture of the two of us?"
[Why are you looking for Ji Jingchuan? How could he possibly agree to help? ]
[But among these people, Feng Ye is only slightly familiar with him.]
[Having a teammate like Ji Jingchuan is truly unlucky.]
However, to everyone's surprise, Ji Jingchuan said "Oh" expressionlessly, then slowly got up from the sofa and took the phone handed to him by Feng Ye.
After he walked away, Ji Jingchuan stretched out his arms, held the phone flat in front of him, and pressed a few times on the screen seriously.
"Ogawa, are you okay?"
"Okay." Ji Jingchuan locked the screen casually, returned the phone, and left the hall without looking back.
Feng Ye was wondering why he suddenly became so easy to talk to. He opened the album and saw only the latest four or five photos, all of which were selfies of Ji Jingchuan.
“…”
【Hahahahaha.】
I wondered why he agreed so readily.
[I'm impressed, Ji Jingchuan, you're really narcissistic.]
[You're right, you're right, Ji Jingchuan actually looks pretty handsome in this casual photo.]
【You need good looks, and you need good quality. 】
Everyone moved outside. Within the villa complex, there was a large open-air sports field. In addition to the standard plastic running track, there was also a swimming pool and basketball hoops. The staff handed each group a registration form, listing the following sports: swimming, men's 1000m race, and mixed 2x100m relay.
"Now you will have ten minutes to decide the contestants for each event." After the director said this, he let each group move freely.
Ji Jingchuan occupied the production crew's recliner, enjoying the coolness in the shade of a tree. The temperature had risen recently, and the sun scorched the earth during the day, making his already aching head feel dizzy.
Just when I was about to fall asleep, Feng Ye suddenly came over with the registration form: "Xiao Chuan, I'm signing up for swimming and the relay. Can you run the 1,000 meters?"
"No." Ji Jingchuan lay back on the chair like an old man, with his legs crossed. Seeing Feng Ye swaying above his head, he put on his sunglasses and acted as if he didn't want to communicate with him.
"The main thing is the swimming event followed by the 1,000-meter event. I'm worried I won't have enough energy. Otherwise, I can do all three events." Feng Ye patiently persuaded, "Have you learned to swim recently? Or you can sign up for the swimming event and I can run the 1,000-meter event and the relay. It doesn't matter what place we take. The important thing is to participate, but you still have to have a competitive spirit."
At this moment, Jiang Yize came over with a bottle of water. Hearing this, he frowned and asked curiously, "Why did you insist on asking him to run when he's already sick? He's got heatstroke."
[Did you get a heat stroke? No wonder you look so listless.]
[Then his indifference towards Feng Ye just now was probably because he wasn't feeling well.]
[I already said he looked unhappy, but some people insisted he was targeting Feng Ye, even though Ji Jingchuan had been unusually silent since he entered the room.]
Because he kept his head down, the camera didn't really capture his face. It's normal we didn't see it, but didn't the other guests who were close to him notice it?
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, "I didn't notice." A worried look appeared on his face, and he asked in a concerned tone: "Xiaochuan, are you feeling unwell?"
"Didn't you say he had heatstroke?" Jiang Yize looked at him puzzledly and waved his hand. "Go away and let some air circulate, otherwise he'll feel worse."
Feng Ye nodded, turned and left: "Okay, then I'll go talk to Sister Shang Que."
"No need, Sister Shang Que knows. She was the one who asked me to come." Jiang Yize failed to stop him.
Instead, Ji Jingchuan, who was lying half-dead on the chair, suddenly came back to life. He pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, sat up cross-legged and asked, "Did Shang Que ask you to come?"
"Yes," Jiang Yize handed him the water in his hand, "Sister Shang Que told you to have a good rest and don't worry about the competition."
Ji Jingchuan touched his chin in thought and concluded: "Shang Que cares about me."
Jiang Yizhe said as a matter of course: "Sister Shang Que has always cared about you."
[Jiang Yize, don't say that. Ji Jingchuan is going to be furious when he hears that.]
[I'm already showing off, I feel like my skin is about to burst.]
This sentence was like taking a sip of iced cola on a hot summer day, refreshing and bubbling. Ji Jingchuan looked up at Jiang Yize with approval, and suddenly felt that he was not a green tea at all.
How could someone who can tell such a truth be a green tea?
*
On the other side, Feng Ye found Shang Que by the swimming pool and said worriedly: "Sister Shang Que, Xiaochuan seems to be unwell, how about I help him run."
"No, I'll go swimming. Just consider it as signing up for two events."
So it doesn't count as him helping Ji Jingchuan to escape. Feng Ye is a smart man and immediately understood what he meant.
His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't say much.
The registration forms were handed in quickly, and everyone came out of the locker room after changing their clothes. Wearing red and white sportswear, they looked youthful and energetic.
The first event was swimming. Since Lin Jinyi couldn't swim, Jiang Yizhe naturally took on the heavy responsibility. The other team sent Ning Sheng, obviously considering the next two events and wanting Lu Zhixu to save energy.
The others were watching by the pool. Seeing this lineup, Feng Ye jokingly said, "Isn't it a bit unfair?"
"That's right," Jiang Yize looked at him resentfully, "Why not you? If Sister Shang Que were to participate in the competition, she would definitely be first."
Feng Ye:?
Isn't this looking down on him?
[That day, everyone returned to the fear of being dominated by Shang Que.]
But it didn't take long for Feng Ye to find out that what Jiang Yize said was true.
As soon as the whistle sounded, Shang Que leaped into the water like a silky fish, then swam forward at an astonishing speed. Jiang Yize quickly followed suit, both using their most skilled doggy paddle, splashing the water everywhere, but they were still far behind.
In less than a minute, Shang Que swam back and forth, reaching the finish line first. She emerged from the water, resting her hands on the edge of the pool, and looked back leisurely at the two people swimming towards her. Water droplets streamed down her face, and she curled her lips, her expression bold and confident.
[Damn it, damn it, Shang Que, I won't allow anyone to disobey you! ]
【Baby Bird is your fast-swimming fish.】
[Haha, I'm so sorry. I was walking along when my foot suddenly slipped and landed on Shang Que's face. Look how messed up this is. Haha, let's do it again.]
[Ahhhhh, this smile brought me back to the scene in "Let's Be Flying Flowers" where the princess rode her horse and whipped it.]
[It feels so familiar to me too, I think I've seen it somewhere.]
Shang Que won first place in the swimming competition without any surprise, leaving second-place Jiang Yizhe over ten seconds behind. Ning Sheng, knowing she would be in last place, didn't try too hard to catch up, swimming the entire course at a steady pace.
After the three of them changed their clothes, they headed to the track. Jiang Yize panted and said with regret, "I should have known not to chase after him so hard. I can't win anyway, so I might as well save some energy for running."
Seeing Ning Sheng's smile, he couldn't help but ask, "Sister Ning Sheng, has your team already made plans?"
"That's right," Ning Sheng laid it all out. "I wasn't going to win first place in the swimming competition anyway, so I went out to help Lu Zhixu save energy so he could have an advantage over you when he ran the 1,000-meter race. You must have been exhausted after competing in two consecutive relay races. Our group and Shang Que's team each competed in one event, but because I swam slowly at the beginning, I used less energy, so I had a relative advantage."
Jiang Yize was stunned when he heard this, his eyes widened in shock: "This is——"
"Tian Ji's horse racing." Shang Que walked by.
[A low-class horse matches a high-class horse, so a high-class wife should be paired with a low-class me.]
Jiang Yize was stimulated by this realization, and out of anger he burst out with extra strength while running. Although he failed to beat Lu Zhixu, he was still more than ten meters ahead of Feng Ye and sprinted across the finish line in second place.
Even Lin Jinyi couldn't help but comfort him: "It's okay, second place is pretty impressive. At least you beat Feng Ye who didn't participate in the swimming competition."
Feng Ye's expression changed slightly, and he came over and said apologetically, "Sorry, I'm the one who held you back."
Shang Que didn't care much about winning or losing. He thought about how Lin Jinyi comforted Jiang Yize and followed her example: "It's okay. Being last is pretty impressive. At least... at least you came in last."
【Hahahahaha
The comfort was very good, but you are not allowed to comfort me again next time.
[Don't play with Ji Jingchuan, Shang Que, you sound sarcastic every time you speak.]
Feng Ye was inspired to fight, and said seriously: "The relay race later——"
"I'll run."
Everyone turned to look and saw that Ji Jingchuan had changed into sportswear at some point. The loose red jersey was blown by the wind, emitting a flaming heat wave. He had a hairband of the same color tied on his forehead, and his eyebrows below were unrestrained and flamboyant. Standing in the distance, he was a dazzling sight.
He curled his lips and said confidently, "I'll run the relay race later."
[Fuck, what kind of hot-blooded manga is this?!]
Ji Jingchuan is the kind of person who, whenever I want to scold him, I can't bring myself to do it once I see his handsome photo.
[He's really rude, and he's really handsome.]
[Isn't he suffering from heatstroke? Can he really run? ]
Shang Que also asked doubtfully, "Can you do it?"
"Of course." Ji Jingchuan stretched out a hand towards her, raised an eyebrow, and said in a naive tone, "Don't underestimate the bond between us."
"Nervous." Shang Que turned his head away in shame. After a moment, he raised his hand and clapped his hands vigorously with him. "The contract is concluded."
Ji Jingchuan looked at her, and a flame seemed to condense in his eyes, shining brighter and brighter.
[If you two keep doing this, I'm going to eat you. ]
[So exciting! I jumped out of bed and twisted my waist.]
[What kind of bond do you two have? A bond between rivals?]
【Why not! 】
*
In the 2x100m relay, the first leg was run by a girl, and the second by a boy. Shang Que stood at the starting line, holding the baton. Not far ahead, Ji Jingchuan, wearing a fiery red jersey, waved at her and shouted, "Shang Que, run faster! We want to take first place!"
In fact, before this, the ranking in the competition was not important to her. But when Ji Jingchuan stretched out his palm towards her, Shang Que suddenly felt a desire to win.
She wanted to take first place, to outrun everyone, to change the so-called plot, and to pull Ji Jingchuan out of his original ending.
Shang Que arched her body, her center of gravity leaning forward. The moment she heard the starting gun, she pushed off with her hind legs and rushed out. The wind whistled in her ears, the world receded before her eyes, and she ran forward, toward the vibrant and enthusiastic figure directly in front of her.
The baton was passed to Ji Jingchuan, and Shang Que shouted at his back: "Ji Jingchuan, run faster!"
Get out of this damn plot.
Ji Jingchuan didn't look back, but raised his hand high and made an OK gesture to her.
Ning Sheng was also running very fast, and Shang Que arrived at the handover point just one second ahead of her. This gap of more than a second was quickly closed by Lu Zhixu, who overtook her.
The onlookers all held their breath, their eyes following the three figures chasing each other on the field.
In the last dozen meters, Ji Jingchuan, who was one body length behind, suddenly increased his speed. He was like a ball of ardent and flamboyant flame, running forward desperately. The boy's infinite vitality was burning at this moment.
Finally, the ball of fire surpassed everyone else and crossed the finish line first.
Ji Jingchuan turned around, holding up the baton, and shouted with great enthusiasm: "Shang Que, we are first!"
[Holy crap, it's on fire!]
Ji Jingchuan looks so handsome like this! If he smiles again, I'll become his fan.
[I remember now, Ji Jingchuan's smile is similar to Shang Que's previous expression!]
Shang Que and he looked at each other across half a circle of the track. After a long time, he slowly smiled.
"Well, we're number one."
Ji Jingchuan pursed his lips and walked towards her, but the color on his face suddenly drained away. The next second, he closed his eyes and fell forward to the ground.
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