After the 100-meter race preliminaries, the 1500-meter race began.
Everyone in Jiao Yuan's class knew the person running the race was the bad kid who supposedly fought a lot and skipped class regularly. They didn't quite want to cheer for him, but this was the only event that morning. The 100-meter race was in the afternoon.
Most of their classmates were chatting and gossiping, only Jiao Yuan's little group surrounded Fu Lei. Fu Lei did not care if the rest of his class cheered for him. They were irrelevant in his eyes.
Zheng Tan laid sideways on his wall. The world was turned ninety degrees. Sometimes the wind tickled his fur, so he twitched his ears.
The race had just begun. Fu Lei hadn't managed to put distance between himself and the rest of the contestants. The runners ran in a line on the innermost lane. Fu Lei was near the back, but Zheng Tan could tell he wasn't nervous.
