In the next race, Ye Xiaofei gave it his all again, and the result was another first place—it was as if the running competition was designed just for him.
Everyone was dumbfounded at his strength—was Ye Xiaofei really that powerful?
"Xiaohu, who on earth is your friend?"
Xu Fengjiao took a deep breath. Last night, she and Xu Hu had been together several times, which was very pleasant, but she felt she still knew too little about this friend of Xu Hu, Ye Xiaofei.
"A man."
Xu Hu furrowed his brow. Ye Xiaofei was a man—that was plainly obvious to anyone with eyes. Surely it was something that one should already know without asking.
"I know that, but why is he so incredible?"
Xu Fengjiao rolled her eyes. Who didn't know that Ye Xiaofei was a man? She assumed Xu Hu knew that wasn't what she meant.
"I don't know that either; he's just naturally incredible."
