An Zhiyu's eyebrows shot up high as he looked her up and down, a look of distrust on his face, "What could you possibly participate in? The cheerleading team doesn't need to gather today at noon, does it?"
Qian Sisi freed one hand to touch her nose, a bit embarrassed, "I'm not on the cheerleading team, I'm a long-distance runner..."
On An Zhiyu's forehead, it might as well have been written in bold, "Are you kidding me?"
Qian Sisi coughed awkwardly, feeling a little self-conscious, "That... I won the long-distance race champion in my sophomore year!"
An Zhiyu's eyes widened in disbelief. After a moment, he shook his head.
"No, really! The trophy is still in my dorm!" Qian Sisi argued softly, her voice betraying the lack of confidence she felt, quite frankly sheepish.
