Zhuo Yi walked behind the three lads and kicked each of their knees in turn.
"Haven't eaten? Can't even squat for half an hour?! You race so wildly, how come you can't handle this?"
Despite Zhuo Yi's cute appearance, those who knew him were aware that he was actually quite formidable, and many younger peers were afraid of him.
A young guy, looking to be about eighteen or nineteen, whined, "Zhuo Shao, we don't need physical strength for racing, just skills."
Zhuo Yi kicked him again, "To be a man and lack stamina is truly a disgrace to men!"
Another, slightly younger boy grinned cheekily, "My energy explodes when I'm in bed~."
"Damn!" Zhuo Yi kicked him as well.
Three race cars roared in, with the first one crossing the finish line, followed by the other two trailing a dozen seconds behind.
Si Ye emerged from the first car, his black jeans revealing a pair of long, solid legs.
