As Bai Zhen was Qiu Ying's accompanying runner, when the finals of the senior class's women's group were about to begin, Bai Zhen was also waiting on the field.
Bang. There was a gunshot.
The ten people who had entered the finals rushed out of the starting line together.
The final competition every year was long-distance running. The other events had already ended.
Therefore, the circular stands on the runway were filled with people that were cheering!
After all, Bai Zhen didn't run often. After accompanying her for two laps, she gradually couldn't keep up anymore.
Seeing that Qiu Ying was a little behind, she was anxious. Bai Zhen knew how important the competition's ranking was to Qiu Ying. She, the accompanying runner, actually didn't help Qiu Ying at all. If this continued, Qiu Ying would definitely lose.
Bai Zhen slowly stopped and took out her phone. She sent Jiang Lin a friend request.
In the stands, Jiang Lin, who was waiting to go on the field, hadn't thought about whether to add her or not, but his hand had already clicked yes.
Seeing that her friend request had been accepted, Bai Zhen immediately sent a message: Jiang Lin, can you substitute for me? Those contestants are not bad, and it's a little difficult to get a ranking without a good accompanying runner.
Jiang Lin had just finished reading when she sent another message: Jiang Lin, please! This ranking is very important to Yingying.
Jiang Lin looked at the message on his phone. He rubbed his index finger with his right thumb, his expression dark. He had saved her just now, but he still remembered Qiu Ying's cold expression that day!
But looking at Qiu Ying, who was still behind the middle and late stages on the fourth lap, Jiang Lin couldn't help but curse fiercely, "Little ingrate, I really owe you in my previous life!"
At this moment, Yao Yu, who had already changed and came to cheer Qiu Ying on, was shouting until his face and neck were red. When he heard Jiang Lin's voice, he turned to look at him in confusion.
He saw Jiang Lin jogging toward the runway as he replied to Bai Zhen's message.
Because long-distance running was indiscriminate, as soon as Jiang Lin entered the runway infield, he immediately ran straight to Qiu Ying's side. "Now, pick up a little speed with me."
Qiu Ying turned to look at Jiang Lin in surprise when she heard the familiar voice.
Jiang Lin raised one eyebrow and said, "Watch where you're going. I know I have a handsome face. You can take your time staring at me after the competition!"
As Qiu Ying listened to Jiang Lin's teasing, she came back to her senses and began to follow his pace.
With Jiang Lin leading, Qiu Ying got third place. Bai Zhen rushed off the field excitedly and gave them two bottles of mineral water. Yao Yu followed behind.
Bai Zhen praised, "With Jiang Lin's help, you really turned the tide!"
Yao Yu echoed, "Of course. Brother Lin is the champion!"
Qiu Ying thanked him in embarrassment. Today, he helped her when she had been set up and now, he was running with her. She really didn't expect Jiang Lin to help her like this after what happened that day.
Seeing this, Jiang Lin said, "I wouldn't have come down if Bai Zhen hadn't been texting me."
It was normal for a young master to mind what had happened that day. He had probably never been humiliated like that by anyone in his life. Qiu Ying pretended not to hear the hostility in Jiang Lin's tone and smiled. "No matter what, I should thank you."
Looking at Qiu Ying's still slightly swollen face, Jiang Lin awkwardly looked away, but his hands, which were in his trouser pockets, were already clenched into fists from nervousness.
Jiang Lin was angry at himself for his heart skipping a beat just now.
Thinking of Qiu Ying's infuriating words that day, Jiang Lin gritted his teeth and said, "If you really want to thank me, wait for me in the inner court when I race later and cheer me on."
He figured it out. She had misled him previously. Why did Qiu Ying have the final say?!
Seeing Jiang Lin's angry expression, Qiu Ying didn't know what he had just thought of, but today, Jiang Lin had saved her and helped her get a ranking. Qiu Ying naturally agreed to such a small request.
While they were talking, the radio began to broadcast: The 3,000 meters race of the men's team will begin soon. Please come to the venue to collect your competition numbers.
Seeing this, Bai Zhen left first, and when Yao Yu left, he glanced at Jiang Lin meaningfully. "Ah Lin, you really don't need me to accompany you?"
Jiang Lin knew that Yao Yu had hinted at what he had said when he flipped out that day, so he said angrily, "Get lost. I don't need you to accompany me, lest you drag me down."
Yao Yu looked at the tips of Jiang Lin's pink ears and restrained the smile on his face. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if he was punished for it one day.