Gu Youyou didn't say why she fell, so Mianmian didn't know the reason either.
She was lining up, waiting for the game to start, when Situ Zha came over again.
The little boy had an arrogant look on his face, "In the next game, I will definitely be faster than you."
Mianmian just looked at Situ Zha, blinking without a word.
Situ Zha frowned, "Have you gone mute?"
Mianmian shook her head, "I am not mute at all, I just don't want to compete with you. Being too competitive is bad. It will lead to loss."
Situ Zha snorted, "You're a kid too, don't speak like adults with all those grand principles, so annoying. Anyway, I will definitely be better than you, just wait."
The teacher divided the children into two groups, one on each side.
Situ Zha insisted on swapping places with someone so he could run with and compete against Mianmian. It was quite a feat; though he was a bit fierce, the other children surprisingly let him have his way.
