"Rascal, stop! Stop shouting!" Qin Huan cried out in utter chaos, her voice flustered. "Y-you're making me so embarrassed!"

Well, it was indeed awkward.

Zhou Zhiyi’s cheers fell silent. He watched the match quietly. But the flush on Qin Huan’s face hadn’t faded a bit—whether from shyness or just post-exercise glow was unclear.

The second hurdle was slightly higher than the first. Not a huge gap, yet that tiny change left only four girls standing.

Thankfully, Qin Huan cleared it smoothly again.

Honestly, lasting this long with such big... assets was impressive.

Zhou Zhiyi thought it, but of course, he’d never say it aloud.

The third hurdle rose a bit higher still. The three girls ahead all failed. Now it was Qin Huan’s turn.

Her blush was finally fading. But her small hands clenched tightly, trembling unnaturally.

Wasn’t this pure nervousness?

Why so tense?

"Don’t be nervous! You’ll be fine."

Zhou Zhiyi knew it was awkward. Still, he shouted it out, face red. As the second male lead, he had to do more than the protagonist. Otherwise, he’d just keep losing like before.

Zhou Zhiyi didn’t care how many times he lost. But he refused to lose on Qin Huan’s battlefield. His only edge? Wu Feng’s huge harem. Wu Feng’s time got split among them. Zhou Zhiyi’s didn’t. So he had more time with Qin Huan. His odds were much better.

Qin Huan didn’t look over. She just nodded and started running. Zhou Zhiyi pulled out his phone, hoping to capture this moment.

He didn’t know if that Rascal Lolita God had a change of heart. Or gave him a hint. But he had a strong premonition—

Qin Huan would make the jump.

The next second, she soared. Tracing a beautiful arc through the air, shining like a shooting star. Just then, the women’s 100m race ended. Huge cheers erupted. Zhou Zhiyi could even hear Wu Feng’s annoying whoops from here. Wang Shiyi must’ve won. But here, things were wrapping up too.

As Qin Huan’s feet cleared the hurdle, the champion was decided. She landed on the mat, bouncing excitedly like a little girl.

Success.

Zhou Zhiyi checked his photo. A bit blurry—his phone wasn’t high-end.

Still, not bad.

"Well done! First place, huh?" Zhou Zhiyi said, watching Qin Huan approach. "No wonder you’re the class’s ray of sunshine."

"Rascal, how do you want to die?"

Dark, black matter swirled around Qin Huan like a black hole. Zhou Zhiyi felt she looked like a girl surrounded by shadowy orbs.

"Hey hey, why should I die?"

"Figure it out yourself!"

Qin Huan’s little fist slammed onto Zhou Zhiyi’s head. He felt a trace of pain, but it was nothing serious.

Hey hey, did hitting hurt this much?

"Alright, I’ll treat you to a KFC bucket," Zhou Zhiyi said, clutching his head. "Can you stop hitting me?"

"Hmph, I’ll let you off this time." A hint of blush still lingered on her face. "Weird that Wu Feng didn’t come with you."

Hearing Wu Feng’s name now felt oddly strange.

"He’s watching the women’s 100m. Didn’t come over. I think I heard his cheers earlier."

"He should be taught a lesson for skipping out," Qin Huan said. Then she smiled sweetly. "But Zhou Zhiyi, thanks for coming alone to cheer for me."

Zhou Zhiyi froze at her beautiful smile. He quickly regained his composure.

"When did you get so sentimental?"

"Shut up, Rascal!" Qin Huan snapped, blushing. "Is your foot injury healed?"

"Almost."

Zhou Zhiyi said it flatly. Then he remembered something and spoke again.

"I’ll run in the class relay race this afternoon."

He said it firmly. But he had no idea what would happen...