Her tone was dead serious, but she made the gesture of a knife slicing downward.
"Your idea is even scarier than Xing Jie's!" Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but retort, "She just said she wanted to teach them a lesson, that's all!"
"Then let's just forget about it," Zhu Qingyue blinked and replied, "Let's pretend we didn't see anything. It's more important to go and watch Xing Jie's competition right now than to bother with unimportant outsiders."
Xu Xiangyang deeply agreed.
*
"How did it go?"
When they found Lin Xingjie by the track, she was warming up on the meadow.
At this time's student sports meet, most of the participants wouldn't dress too professionally. Lin Xingjie wasn't an athlete specializing in sports, so she still wore the traditional white school uniform shirt on her upper body, but had swapped to sports shorts below, revealing two long, powerful white legs from the knee down.
