"Ye Li!" the referee called out her name. Ye Li took a deep breath, ready to step onto the track when her arm was suddenly grasped by the boy. A cool sensation spread from the palm of his hand, dissipating much of the heat, "After the race, let's go have hotpot."
"Sure!" Ye Li agreed resolutely. Hotpot, she hadn't had that in nearly a month.
Just as Yanchen had said, once she was on the track, she didn't feel nervous anymore, only that the lane stretched on forever without an end in sight.
Everyone else was almost done while Ye Li was still over a lap behind. Bai Ye, with a bottle of mineral water in hand, glanced at the distant Ye Li, "Sister Ye really isn't cut out for sports, huh."
It wasn't just that she wasn't cut out for it, it was abysmal, and she had no desire to improve. When she had only one lap to go, the girl outright stopped to rest. Everyone had finished their runs and they all watched her, the only one left.
