Zhao Yang finally let go of his worries and chuckled, "You have such a keen eye, Yingtao. By the way, how did the school sports meet go?"
"It finished ages ago!" Bao'er said exasperatedly.
"Oh..." Zhao Yang nodded and asked, "Did you guys win any positions?"
"We all withdrew from the competition, none of us went."
Bao'er glanced at Zhao Yang and said, "The very day you were sent to the hospital coincided with the sports meet. We were all worried about you. How could we be in the mood to compete?"
"..." Zhao Yang was somewhat lost for words, saying, "That's really a pity."
"It's not a pity," Bao'er said indifferently, "Among the four of us, only Yingtao had some hope of placing. The rest of us would just be there to make up the numbers."
"Yingtao has been good at running since she was little," Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"What about me?" Bao'er asked.
"You, well, you're amazing too!" Zhao Yang said with a laugh.
