CHAPTER 1480: CHAPTER 1481: SO HANDSOME, SO INDIVIDUAL (15TH UPDATE)

But in terms of personality and appearance, Chen Susu is indeed exceptional. Even though everyone knows she’s like a public transport, she continues to live vibrantly and enjoys many friendships, rarely facing exclusion even among the girls.

This is precisely where Chen Susu’s charisma lies.

Chen Susu beams a bright smile: "Who said girls can’t understand you guys’ thoughts?"

With that, Chen Susu strides away, and purely from the view of her back and posture, she is impeccable.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity," Zhang Dabao couldn’t help but sigh.

Xiao Feng patted Zhang Dabao’s shoulder, smiling narrowly: "If you think it’s a pity, why don’t you go rescue her? Right now, she’s a lost young lady. If you save her, maybe you’ll gain lifelong happiness. Although she’s like a public transport, everything she does, its purpose and reason, can be understood by everyone. After all, even us guys can’t be as carefree as she is, nor have her courage."

"I don’t have any hangups about purity, it’s just that there’s no way she’d be interested in me, so I’ll just keep looking slowly in this big forest in front of me, haha. Thanks to Old Shu, now we have ten thousand in savings, all for the future wife fund!"

Xiao Feng turned to you and asked: "Old Shu, what do you personally think of Chen Susu?"

At this time, three girls giggling jogged past the three of you from the front, each casting a glance at you, followed by laughter as they ran away.

At such a scene, you can’t help but sigh at the beauty of life. When, in the Purgatory, have you ever seen such pure and beautiful smiles?

Chen Susu’s stamina is quite good. At this moment, she runs closer again, waving at you as she passes by. As she waves, her two bouncing bosoms, barely restrained by the athletic shirt, attract swallowing sounds from all around.

Looking at Chen Susu’s distant back, you answer naturally: "Lively, cheerful, cunning, and attractive; she’s a great ordinary friend, but not as a girlfriend."

"Old Shu, do you also have a purity hangup?"

You shake your head with a smile: "Some things shouldn’t be said too much. Blurt them out, and it loses interest. Come on, let’s chase the sunset."

"Alright!"

"Underclassmen, your upperclassmen are coming—"

It’s said that youth is the indulgence of thoughts. If you’re in your teenage years and constantly worried about seemingly trivial matters, it’s a waste of life.

Youth is beautiful because it’s the time when people are the most genuine, and feelings are the purest.

The school’s autumn sports meet was held as scheduled, with athletics generally being the highlight. After all, the country’s facilities are as such; students remain focused primarily on their studies, unlike those in developed countries with a plethora of extracurricular activities.

The men’s 100-meter sprint and the men’s 3000-meter endurance run are popular events, with the men’s 100-meter being the most intense, for it’s at this moment that speed stands as the embodiment of a man’s strength.

On the track, you have changed into sportswear, yawning idly, just as you always do, appearing drowsy.

However, it’s this lazy stance, with even half-closed eyelids, that wins cheers from the many girls around.

"Who’s that tall guy, he’s so handsome, so distinctive!"

Such voices are not uncommon among the girls, but you personally find this little amusing. After yawning thrice, you smacked your lips a few times and looked at the referee not far away: "Teacher, when does it start?"

The referee was a teacher, short and stout, even standing by your side he couldn’t reach your shoulders. When you asked, he directly viewed this as your shameless provocation!

Hence, the referee glared at you, then shouted: "Take your positions—ready—go!"

As soon as the words were out, a group of people on the starting line shot off like arrows.

However—"Huh~~"

You yawned again and stood still at the start, leaving everyone stunned.

"What’s going on, run!"

"Run!"

You glanced around, then grinned: "Courtesy is traditional virtue. Three, two, one."

As you said "one", your body transformed into a phantom in everyone’s eyes. The 40-meter gap you had fallen back was closed in the blink of an eye, and amidst thunderous cheers, you were the first to cross the finish line.

"Old Shu, amazing!" Xiao Feng rushed over first.

Zhang Dabao hurriedly offered a towel and mineral water: "Old Shu, how did you do it?"

You took a sip of water and uttered something that left everyone speechless: "Nothing much, just got used to this speed from being chased by my mom daily as a kid."

"So fast, you’re incredible," Chen Susu came over at this time, surrounded by a group of girls.

You drank the mineral water in one gulp and said with a smile: "When you, a girl, say a guy is impressive at speed, the words themselves are actually derogatory."

"Annoying! I meant it genuinely."

With that, Chen Susu gave you a coquettish glance.

But you acted as though you saw nothing, raising your head to look around. With your height, it’s easy to survey the surroundings. Finally, on a relatively quiet stand, you spotted two girls sitting together.

Both girls wore light purple school uniforms and thick black-frame glasses. You weren’t familiar with one of them, but the other holding a book was Yan Zisu.

Initially, Yan Zisu was reading, as if sensing something, she suddenly looked up towards your direction, and the two of you locked eyes. Unconsciously, both your faces showed a knowing smile.

The next two runs again were not suspenseful; you were the first to cross the finish line both times. However, as many thought you would become this year’s 100-meter sprint champion, you went ahead and played a trick in the final.

With the referee’s command, you ran along with everyone. You started fast, but confusingly, at the last step that would have taken you across the finish line, you suddenly stopped, as if in slow-motion in a movie, slowly lifting your leg, extending it. Just as your leg was about to cross the line, a tall underclassman rushed past, only then did you walk across smilingly afterwards.

"Li Muyun, what are you doing!?" Zhao Lirong had been sitting in the class’s rest area, truth be told, as she watched you about to become the champion, her heart brimmed with pride, even secretly delighted she could finally beat your mother in this aspect.

Your mother was the homeroom teacher of the first class; everyone in school knew these two were always at odds.