Mo Shangjun did not give Yan Gui a precise answer.
As Yan Gui hesitated, the whistle blew, and the clock had already started.
Then, he glanced at Mo Shangjun and almost slipped to the ground.
The 400-meter obstacle, the first event, a 100-meter dash to the opposite side.
And—
Mo Shangjun's speed, well, could be described as strolling.
Yan Gui looked up at the sky, understanding Mo Shangjun's intention a bit more. Thinking of his grand ambition to join the "big brother's troops," he immediately abandoned the idea of "running together with Mo Shangjun."
After running forward a few steps, to his astonishment, he found An Chen trailing at Mo Shangjun's side. Yan Gui paused his steps, moved beside An Chen, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Buddy, let's see who's faster."
With that, Yan Gui provocatively shot a challenging glance at An Chen, then flipped him the middle finger.
Having successfully provoked An Chen's competitive spirit, he dashed off.
He sprinted rapidly.
