CHAPTER 1485: CHAPTER 1486: YOUTH IS ABOUT SPRINTING (20 UPDATES, REQUESTING REWARDS!)

"Anything else is fine, except for this car."

"Why?" Bai Shu simply walked down and sat beside Yu Zixiao, squinting his fox-like eyes and looked at Yu Zixiao.

"You just said, it’s the coming-of-age gift from my grandfather."

"I know, that’s what makes it interesting." Bai Shu chuckled again, but his seemingly handsome smile was glaringly obnoxious in Yu Zixiao’s eyes, making him want to punch Bai Shu hard.

Seeing Yu Zixiao remain silent, Bai Shu intentionally glanced in Yan Zisu’s direction and said with a smile, "Hey, you don’t want to lose face in front of Top Scholar Yan, do you?"

Yu Zixiao turned and glared at Bai Shu without saying a word.

"Then I’ll tell you my stake. My stake is Baicao Hall."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Zixiao abruptly turned his head and agreed without thinking, "Fine, deal!"

"Beep."

Just after Yu Zixiao’s words, a mechanical sound appeared, and Bai Shu smiled radiantly at Yu Zixiao: "To ensure our bet proceeds smoothly, I recorded it, hmm hmm hmm."

"Bastard!"—This was the genuine inner monologue of Yu Zixiao at this moment.

During the time the two were speaking, you had already run three laps, and as before, your speed not only didn’t slow down but continued to accelerate bit by bit.

If it weren’t a competition, if it weren’t for the entire school’s students and teachers paying attention, most people behind you would have likely chosen to give up immediately; it’s really bullying them.

Just as you were about to pass by the runners again, suddenly three figures rushed out of the pack, their running speed instantly increased, and soon they were ahead of you, sprinting towards the front.

Seeing this, the corners of Yu Zixiao’s mouth raised slightly, wearing a gleeful expression, he raised an eyebrow at Bai Shu.

"Yo, didn’t expect you still had a hidden card up your sleeve."

"Humph, though it’s too late to chase now, shortening the gap within 1000 meters is fairly simple. Baicao Hall, hmm hmm hmm." Yu Zixiao finally mimicked Bai Shu’s voice and smirked wickedly.

"Interesting, hmm hmm hmm." Bai Shu seemed unconcerned about this, his face still beaming with glee.

Those three fiercely sprinted, put all their energy on display, and aimed straight at you, quickly closing the gap to a lap with you, about 400 meters.

Meanwhile, the surrounding spectators rose to their feet, loudly cheering for the athletes falling behind.

With the excitement of the crowd in the stands, the athletes on the field also began to strive hard in pursuit; the broadcast from the podium also issued several press releases, voicing support for the lagging athletes as if, in that moment, you became the target of universal condemnation and the root of all evil.

"How’s that?" Yu Zixiao seemed as though victory was already in hand.

"Fourth lap now." A seductive smile that even Yu Zixiao couldn’t resist spread across Bai Shu’s enchanting face.

At this juncture, you made a move that stirred the audience even more!

As you passed the starting line of the fourth lap, while running, you suddenly lifted your hands, splayed your fingers, and when everyone didn’t understand why, four fingers slightly bent and clenched, leaving just the middle finger!

You actually gave the middle finger in such a public setting to the entire audience, including school leaders, teachers, students, and some spectators outside of the school.

As you put down your hands, amid the curses from all around, your hands swung rapidly, while your feet moved swiftly in sync with your hands, sprinting!

Truly sprinting!

"Youth is the non-stop sprinting, getting up after falling, and sprinting again."

At this moment, Bai Shu leisurely said this sentence while seated in the stands.

Seeing you sprinting on the track at that moment, Yu Zixiao panicked a bit, merely looking at your speed, easily allowing you to open up the closed distance again, and over the continuous 400 meters, you showed no signs of stopping but moved even faster!

"Is this guy a monster?"

"God, it’s already the fifth lap, and he’s still running with the speed of a hundred-meter sprint!"

This time, everyone in Class 3-2 went crazy, regardless of gender, all shouting loudly at you, as if the one sprinting on the field was none other than themselves!

"Charge!"

Even the Bird’s Nest Head, who usually looked down on you, shouted loudly.

The crowd’s emotions stirred, in this moment, you seemed to touch everyone’s nerves, leading them into each of their own most genuine worlds.

Some say running is humanity’s most primal behavior.

Observing many films and dramas, you’ll find, when one is frustrated, feeling like they can’t break through, they choose to sprint; when one is heartbroken, emotionally struck, they cry while sprinting; when one finally succeeds after effort, they sprint as well, wanting the world to share their joy.

Sprinting is a release of emotion, it’s also a tribute to emotion.

Your speed gets faster and faster, even at the end you open your hands wide, sprinting on the track with the stance of a victor, a smile from your heart emerging on your face.

In the stands, seeing the smile on your face, Bai Shu lowered his head slightly, his body trembling gently, a clear tear suddenly falling on the back of his tightly clenched hand.

At this point, Yu Zixiao had no time to care about Bai Shu’s strange behavior; seeing you getting closer to the finish line, further from everyone behind, Yu Zixiao

meters, the seventh lap.

You had already charged past the starting line of the seventh lap, your speed getting faster, your strides getting larger, your arm swings getting quicker!

"No!"

Yu Zixiao suddenly stood, seeing you rush like a storm towards the seventh lap’s finish line.

Yu Zixiao painfully held his face with both hands; he had lost again.

Furious to the extreme, Yu Zixiao suddenly roared at the stadium, "You useless lot!!"

Yet his hysterical roar was heard only by a few beside him; everyone else was immersed in the frenzy you brought, at this time no one cared about Yu Zixiao’s pain.

"Click!"

Bai Shu didn’t know when he took a photo of the stadium scene with a camera, blinking his pretty fox eyes at Yu Zixiao, "I’ll be taking your Ghost Car, hmm hmm hmm."

Then Bai Shu turned away elegantly, slowly leaving under Yu Zixiao’s gaze filled with hatred.

Anger, pain, and hatred gradually destabilized Yu Zixiao’s spirit, so much so that when he looked at Yan Zisu, his gaze was no longer pure as before, even mixed with a violent color.

Yet Yan Zisu was oblivious to this; she had slowly stood up, looking at you rushing towards the finish, at this moment, her eyes saw only you.