Zhen Tian's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter: "Zhizhi is so good."
"Tsk, kid."
Ji Yuzhi flicked her forehead.
Zhen Tian was spoiled by him since she was a child. She never ate fruit salads that were peeled and prepared outside, because she thought they were unclean. She also didn't like to eat fruit with the peel on. Whether it was an apple, a pear, or even grapes, she would only eat them if he peeled and prepared them for her; otherwise, she wouldn't eat any fruit.
Because of this incident, Zhen Tian was reprimanded by his parents many times. But it was no use; he still had to discipline her. What could he do? Spoil her, of course.
"Be careful while exercising. Call me if anything happens. Okay?"
"Okay." Zhen Tian had braided her ponytail into a plait today, and the plait swayed back and forth as she nodded.
After giving a few instructions, Ji Yuzhi left completely.
When Zhen Tian carried the fruit upstairs, she completely ignored the pale face of Teacher Yang sitting in the first row.
"I'm telling you, your brother isn't raising you like a daughter, is he?" Yang Feiguang picked up a piece of peach with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth, smacking his lips as he ate.
"I'm so envious." Yuan Yuan rarely joined in the teasing, with a cantaloupe still dangling from her mouth.
"I'm so envious." Ye Qingyan took a big bite of pineapple.
"Sigh..." Shao Junli sighed.
"Why are you sighing?" Yang Feiguang retorted.
“My brother only knows how to beat me up.” Shao Junli’s expression was tragic.
"Hehe..." Zhen Tian could only laugh foolishly as she listened to everyone's teasing, and then she held her box and ate and ate.
The sports meet allowed everyone to chat and run around freely, and everyone was very relaxed. Time flew by as they chatted.
"All athletes from the first and second years of high school who have registered for the girls' 4x100m relay, please proceed to the right side of the podium for inspection. First and second year students, please..."
"It's your turn, little cutie." Ye Qingyan patted her hand, which she had just been munching on a wafer.
"Let's go, let's go cheer for Sweetie!" Yang Feiguang stood up, and the group headed towards the podium in a grand procession.
“You’re the second runner, don’t worry, just keep a steady pace.” Yang Feiguang was probably the only athletic person among them, and he shared his experience with Zhen Tian: “The last runner is a girl from the school team, she’ll catch up, just do your best.”
"Okay." Zhen Tian stood on her track: "It's only 100 meters, you don't need to worry."
"Be careful not to get hurt."
Knowing that Zhen Tian had a special physical condition, Ye Qingyan couldn't help but worry about her more.
"OK."
A girl standing in the second position alongside Zhen Tian glanced at her twice. Xiao Lei exchanged a look with her friend in the crowd. The girl nodded.
The whistle blew.
Zhen Tian's speed in the first leg was quite fast, placing her second in the four lanes.
When she received the baton, Zhen Tian cleared her mind and ran forward as fast as she could.
When she reached the middle of the race, she felt someone chasing her from behind. Just as she was about to speed up and shake them off, the girl stretched out her arm and slammed it into her stomach.
Zhen Tian felt the impact; although it didn't hurt, it made her lose her balance and stagger forward a few steps. By the time she regained her balance, she was already in last place.
One hundred meters passed quickly.
Because they were worried about Zhen Tian, everyone, led by Ye Qingyan, ran alongside her outside the track. This is how they all witnessed the girl deliberately bumping into Zhen Tian.
"Holy crap, what the hell are you doing? It's just a race, why are you bumping into people?" Ye Qingyan exploded. She walked over to Zhen Tian, found the girl, and shoved her shoulder hard.
"What are you doing?" Several classmates gathered around the girl, glaring at Ye Qingyan.
"What? You want to fight?" Ye Qingyan had a fiery temper: "Apologize to me."
"Who are you? Don't cause trouble!" A boy from that class stepped forward.
"Who are you? Girls should handle their own problems. What are you pretending to be?" Yang Feiguang stood in front of Ye Qingyan.
Zhen Tian clutched her stomach; it didn't hurt, but she knew she'd been set up. She just couldn't understand why it was such a big deal—it was just a relay race.
"You bumped into me, apologize to me." Zhen Tian said to the girl who bumped into her.
"Who saw me bump into you? What's wrong with you high school freshmen? Are you looking for trouble?" Xiaolei walked out from behind her friend, looking down on Zhen Tian, who was a head shorter than her.
"It's you!" Zhen Tian recognized Xiao Lei's face immediately, confirming that this was a deliberate act.
Xiaolei ignored her comment: "Don't you have any manners? How can you talk to your senior like that?"
The scene was in complete chaos, which naturally attracted the attention of the teachers who were maintaining order.
"What's going on? Why are you all gathered here? Everyone, disperse!" The director walked over and saw several boys standing facing each other.
"What are you guys doing? Want to get a demerit?" The headmaster, holding a notebook, separated a few boys: "Which class are you in?"
"Teacher, these first-year high school students are causing trouble," Xiaolei was the first to complain.
“Director, we were having a good competition when these people deliberately hurt our classmates.” Yuan Yuan calmly recounted the situation: “It was clearly intentional. We just wanted an apology, but these senior students stood up aggressively as if they wanted to beat us up, so the boys in my class stood up.”
"Is it true?" the director asked, frowning.
"Teacher, do you think they can just say we got injured like that? Besides, isn't it normal to get injured during a sports meet? Why are they saying we caused it? They're obviously just looking for trouble." Xiaolei and her friend insisted.
"Alright, alright, you've made such a big fuss over such a small matter. If you don't want a demerit, then everyone can leave. You lot who are so free, why don't you clean up the venue?" The director was too lazy to deal with these trivial matters: "Just be more careful next time."
Finally, he threatened the troublemakers from the second year of high school: "If it happens again, you'll be publicly criticized throughout the school. Disperse, don't interfere with other sports."
"That's it?" Ye Qingyan's eyes widened in anger. "We were injured for nothing?"
"Hmph, what else do you think?" Xiaolei's friend's smile was incredibly irritating.
Xiaolei smiled subtly as well.
"Holy crap, what the hell..." Ye Qingyan wanted to rush forward, but Shao Junli pulled her back.
"If you go up there now, you'll just be handing your head to the director."
"I'm so angry! Are we just going to let everyone bully us?"
"Now it seems so," Yuan Yuan nodded.
"His great-aunt's family..." Ye Qingyan cursed out a series of relatives that no one could count.
"Let's go, aren't we supposed to be cleaning up the venue?" Zhen Tian wasn't that angry. "Besides, I know why they're targeting me..."
She mentioned that the person who had just competed was Xiaolei's friend, and also mentioned who Xiaolei was.
"This is blatant revenge." Ye Qingyan, having learned such a big piece of gossip, immediately forgot her anger.
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