novelraw Chapter 45
Chapter 45
Chapter 45 I’m Still YoungThe news that the autumn sports day was back on spread through the entire high school like wildfire.
The first-year and second-year students responded to the school’s announcement, and each class was tasked with gathering sign-ups for the sports day—
Except for those with a doctor’s note, every student was required to participate in at least one event.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qing felt her life turn gray.
—She had barely managed to avoid the military training in her first year, and now, unexpectedly, she was caught in the trap of the autumn sports day.
“You really don’t want to participate in the sports day?”
Seeing the already petite girl shrink even smaller, looking like a wilted flower, Wen Yufeng leaned on his cheek, half-smiling as he squinted his eyes at her.
“…”
Qin Qing slowly lifted herself from the desk, her clear, pure eyes dim with a lack of enthusiasm.
“I really don’t like running.”
Hearing this, Wen Yufeng stood up. Qin Qing looked at him blankly, not knowing what he was going to do.
Then she saw him call out to the sports committee member.
“Song Lin, bring me a sign-up sheet.”
“Right away, Brother Yu!”
The sports committee member, who had narrowly escaped Wen Yufeng’s wrath earlier, hurriedly grabbed a sign-up sheet and ran over.
Wen Yufeng took the form and sat down. After quickly scanning the available options, he pushed the form in front of Qin Qing.
“Besides track events, you can also choose field events.”
Qin Qing blinked in confusion. “What’s a track event? What’s a field event?”
Wen Yufeng: “…”
“Pfft…”
Li Xiang, who had been eavesdropping nearby, couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Wen Yufeng shot him a cold look.
Li Xiang stifled his laughter. “Brother Yu, I never imagined that, with all your athletic prowess, you’d end up with a girlfriend who knows nothing about sports—ow…”
His last word was drowned out by his own cry of pain.
After the pain subsided, Li Xiang turned around angrily to glare at Zhao Zirui, who had pinched him. Zhao Zirui gave him a meaningful look.
Li Xiang’s back stiffened as he realized he had almost said too much. He quickly turned back, trying to cover it up with a nervous laugh. “New classmate, you should really learn from our Brother Yu, hahaha… That way, you can complement each other, uh no, I mean, develop in all aspects—morally, intellectually, physically, and aesthetically…”
Qin Qing, puzzled by Li Xiang’s rambling, turned back to Wen Yufeng in confusion.
Wen Yufeng withdrew his cold gaze from Li Xiang’s now frozen smile, then pointed to the options on the sign-up sheet and explained.
“Events like walking and running, which take place on a track, are track events. Jumping and throwing events are field events.”
He paused briefly, then looked at the girl, whose brows were tightly furrowed, and added, “If you don’t want to participate in walking or running events, you can choose a field event.”
Qin Qing frowned at the sign-up sheet. “So, these throwing events like shot put and javelin?”
“…”
Wen Yufeng glanced at the throwing events, then looked at the girl beside him, who was small enough to fit into his arms with just one hand, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
“Maybe you should choose something else, hmm?”
From that soft laugh, Qin Qing sensed a barely concealed mockery.
She stubbornly lifted her slender neck. “Maybe I could, you know…”
But the more she spoke, the less confident she sounded.
“Yes, maybe you could, but let’s not.”
Wen Yufeng replied with a smile.
“…Why not?”
Qin Qing looked at him, dissatisfied.
“…” Wen Yufeng’s gaze swept over her delicate arms, his voice low and husky as he smiled, “Because if you get hurt, I’ll feel bad.”
“…”
The girl froze for a good four or five seconds before slowly coming back to her senses.
Then, with her cheeks turning red, she looked at him seriously. “Wen Yufeng, you can’t do this.”
Amused by her reaction, Wen Yufeng leaned in closer, his voice raspy—
“Can’t do what?”
Qin Qing quickly grabbed the sign-up sheet, holding it up between them just as they were about to get very close.
Through the thin, almost translucent paper in the sunlight, Wen Yufeng heard her soft voice…
“My second brother said I shouldn’t pay attention to those boys who like to…,” she paused, trying to recall the exact words Qin Hao had used, and then happily continued, “I shouldn’t pay attention to those boys who like to ‘flirt’ with girls at school.”
“…Flirt?”
Wen Yufeng’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he looked at her faint silhouette through the thin paper, his gaze deepening.
When he spoke again, his low voice was tinged with a hoarse chuckle. “When have I ever flirted with you?”
“…”
Qin Qing glared at the innocent sign-up sheet in frustration. “You clearly”
Before she could finish her sentence, the sign-up sheet suddenly pressed down on her.
Before Qin Qing could react, she felt something warm touch her lips through the thin sheet of paper.
It was gone as quickly as it came.
A magnetic, low chuckle echoed in her ears.
—
“This is the real one.”
Qin Qing: “………”
The sign-up sheet slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground.
In her clear black-and-white eyes, her pupils contracted slightly in the light.
Qin Qing stared blankly at the side profile of the person that came into view after the paper fell.
On his refined side profile, she could faintly see the suppressed but unmistakable smile tugging at the corners of his lips, the kind of smile that carried an air of arrogance and a hint of delight.
A blush spread from her earlobes like fire, slowly burning up Qin Qing’s cheeks.
Realizing the nature of the contact they just had, Qin Qing snapped back to reality, quickly turning her body away.
…
Because there was a student in the class specializing in long jump, and considering Qin Qing’s own physical limitations, she was automatically excluded from events like throwing and high jump, leaving her with only the track events to choose from.
Considering the distances, Qin Qing finally chose the girls’ 4×400 relay race.
Although it was half the distance of the commonly tested 800 meters, it was still quite challenging for Qin Qing.
—
At least during dinner that evening, when she first tried sprinting on the track, Qin Qing once again felt the suffocating sensation that comes after a long-distance run.
“Xiaoqing, your physical condition…” Zhuo Anke handed a panting Qin Qing some water and then looked at her pale face with helplessness, “is honestly the worst I’ve ever seen!”
“…Is it really that bad?” Qin Qing forced a weak smile.
She opened her water bottle, ready to drink, but before her lips could touch the rim, a long, slender hand appeared in front of her.
Qin Qing didn’t have time to react before that hand took the bottle from her.
—
“You shouldn’t drink water right after exercising.”
Hearing that unmistakable voice, Qin Qing knew immediately who it was without even turning around.
Unintentionally, she recalled the moment earlier when there was… that intimate contact through the sign-up sheet.
“…Wen the school tyrant??”
Zhuo Anke was the first to look at the newcomer, blurting out in surprise.
After speaking, she realized what she had just said and quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking innocently at Qin Qing.
Wen Yufeng hadn’t initially noticed the girl standing next to Qin Qing, but when he heard her exclamation, he slightly raised his eyes.
His dark gaze briefly swept over the girl’s face before finally settling on Qin Qing, who was standing with her back to him.
Wen Yufeng’s lips curled up as he leaned down—
“‘School tyrant’? So, is that how you refer to me with others?”
“No, it’s just that earlier—” Qin Qing hurried to explain, but as soon as she turned around, she saw the clear amusement in his eyes.
—
It was clear he was just teasing her.
Realizing this, Qin Qing was too annoyed to say anything and could only stare at him with her big, beautiful eyes.
Her rosy lips involuntarily pouted slightly.
“…”
Wen Yufeng’s gaze deepened as he watched her.
Beside them, Zhuo Anke felt increasingly uncomfortable with the atmosphere between the two. After mentally sighing at the situation, she said to Qin Qing, “Xiaoqing, I just remembered I have something to do, and now that Wen… er, Senior Wen is here, you can have him time your training.”
Zhuo Anke gave Qin Qing a playful wink. “Senior Wen is much more professional than I am, right?”
With that, Zhuo Anke nodded to Wen Yufeng and turned to leave.
Just before she left, she suddenly leaned close to Qin Qing’s ear and whispered, “You were pale from running just now, but how come your face turned red as soon as a certain someone showed up?”
She dashed away with a smile before Qin Qing could respond.
“…”
Qin Qing looked after Zhuo Anke in frustration, but she could only watch her disappear.
“I’m curious too.”
As Qin Qing watched Zhuo Anke leave, Wen Yufeng stepped closer to her side, his voice lazy and tinged with a teasing smile—
“This is the first time I’ve seen you blush like this when you see me. Did I do something… Sweetie?”
With his hands in his pockets, Wen Yufeng looked down at her, expecting her to stay silent, but to his surprise, she lifted her small face and met his gaze without fear.
Although her cheeks were still flushed—
“…Wen Yufeng, you’re asking the obvious.”
This unexpected response made Wen Yufeng slowly narrow his eyes.
He leaned closer, his lips curving into a smile with a hint of mischief—
“Yes,” he murmured in a husky voice, “I am asking the obvious.”
“Do you know what that means, Sweetie?—Do you know what it means, what I did to you this morning?”
“…………”
The girl pressed her lips tightly together, her pretty almond-shaped eyes lowering.
After waiting for a while with no answer, Wen Yufeng sighed.
Was he being too impatient?
“…I know.”
The soft voice that suddenly spoke up by his ear caught Wen Yufeng off guard.
He looked up in surprise, seeing the girl with her flushed cheeks but serious expression, looking up at him. “But Wen Yufeng, I’m still young.”