About five minutes later, Yang Qingyin saw a figure running swiftly toward her.
It was Luo Ziling, of course.
By the time Luo Ziling had dashed to where Yang Qingyin was waiting, he was slightly out of breath.
He had a very good lung capacity and rarely gasped for air even when running at high altitudes, but today he had run too fast. Instead of taking the stairs down, he had jumped, and he ran on the flat ground at a speed even faster than his usual hundred-meter sprint, fearing Yang Qingyin might have to wait too long.
Seeing Luo Ziling return so quickly after having run back to his dorm made Yang Qingyin quite touched.
But she didn't show her emotions and instead teased him with a smile, "It looks like you'd definitely win a place in the school's sports meet, whether it's short or long-distance running!"
