"Mr. Yu, thank you..."
During the handshake, Qibao's dad sincerely expressed his gratitude. If it hadn't been for Yu Chiyin leading the applause just now, Qibao would have been upset.
Yu Chiyin did not need Qibao's dad's thanks. He turned around, holding Jiujiu, and stood on the starting line.
"Tweet—"
On stage, Teacher Chang blew the whistle, signaling that their group was ready, and the game would start in ten seconds.
Yu Chiyin loosened his grip, letting Jiujiu slide down. Her small feet stood on his large ones, and her hands grasped his.
Qibao and his dad were also ready.
"Tweet tweet—game starts—"
At the sound of two whistle blows, Yu Chiyin and Qibao's dad stepped off the line, racing towards the fifty-meter finish line.
Below the stage, Lu Fengxuan gently nudged Xiaoyi and teased her son without any courtesy:
"Xiaoyi, who do you want to win, your sister or your little girlfriend?"
"...."
