CHAPTER 982: CHAPTER 567: WHAT KIND OF MAN IS THAT_2

Tang Jing saw his serious look and giggled, "It’s okay, we agreed to reach the finish line together."

Huang Yuzhu nodded, "Alright, I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line!"

With that, without waiting for Tang Jing to respond, Huang Yuzhu stepped forward and gradually started to accelerate.

Tang Jing panicked, "Wait for me!"

Unfortunately, her voice was drowned out by the noisy crowd.

Huang Yuzhu dashed a distance forward, glanced back at her, and then saw Tang Jing shouting with her mouth open, waving at him.

Huang Yuzhu thought she was cheering for him, so he secretly held his breath and sped up even more.

Huang Yuzhu didn’t own a bicycle; every day, he ran to and from school, and working daily made his body very robust.

At this moment, he ran as if he had an endless supply of energy, gradually surpassing countless runners, closing in on the elite runners at the front.

Tang Jing was shouting breathlessly, yet she couldn’t stop Huang Yuzhu.

She stomped her feet in frustration!

...

At this time, in the middle of the pack.

Yang Sheng was jogging leisurely behind Jiang Ning.

In the vast crowd, Jiang Ning’s figure wasn’t conspicuous in the marathon pack, after all, it was a team of tens of thousands.

Even many who knew him found it hard to locate him.

Yang Sheng maintained a steady pace, as Jiang Ning was there to cheer for her, so she courteously followed, letting him be her ’windbreaker’ upfront.

For now, not speeding up was okay; preserving energy to finish the first 5 kilometers.

At this moment, a small whirlwind was gradually approaching from behind.

Only to see that person move like thunder, arms slashing through the air, cutting through the airflow, shaking all around!

He embodied speed, master of the wind, a legend of surpassing limits!

He was, Wu Yunzhi.

After sprinting a short distance, Wu Yunzhi felt his energy slightly diminish, but he kept pushing.

He passed by Jiang Ning, noticed this bench pressing 140kg guy, and also spotted the girl beside him.

With a fleeting glance, Wu Yunzhi saw the girl’s beautiful side profile, her nose high and delicate, exuding a hint of heroic spirit.

Most striking was her inner and outer confidence, Wu Yunzhi couldn’t explain it, but she was so distinctive, impossible to ignore, as if she was born to belong on the track.

’Damn it, why does this guy always have pretty girls with him?’

Wu Yunzhi felt resentful, extremely jealous of Jiang Ning.

A guy like Wu Yunzhi, handsome, good at basketball, and money in his hands, was never short of girls’ attention.

He was completely different from ordinary boys of the same age.

Most boys of the same age were ordinary-looking, average in academics, and since young, never had a girl interested in them. Faced with beautiful girls in class, all they could do was have a crush, seeing them a few times daily made them satisfied.

Perhaps after a few years, their only photo with girls would be the graduation photo.

If an unforeseen event occurred, they might see the girl they had a crush on flirting with other boys, remaining powerless spectators, ending up heartbroken.

And Wu Yunzhi, was exactly the boy who flirted with others’ crushes!

He was a victor, a notch above those pesky yellow-haired hooligans, they were only fit to be his lackeys.

But even Wu Yunzhi, at this moment felt intense displeasure towards Jiang Ning.

’Damn it, why?’

Not to mention now, the last girl with him was stunningly beautiful.

The time before last, there was a pair of pretty twins.

Even someone like Wu Yunzhi found it hard to approach these girls.

The more he thought about it, the more disgruntled he became, casting a slightly contemptuous gaze over Jiang Ning, stepping hard, his previously exhausted organs instantly provided abundant strength.

Wu Yunzhi dashed towards the front of the pack at high speed.

Leaving behind only a defiant silhouette, seemingly speaking: ’Only useless men think about pleasing women, real men go to the finish line alone to claim the medal of honor!’

...

Unlike the tense race.

At the 5-kilometer supply point.

Xue Yuantong finished a bowl of ice jelly contentedly, intended for another bowl, but thinking of the delicacies ahead, she restrained herself with strong willpower.

"Chuchu, let’s go!" Xue Yuantong called to her driver, the next supply point was waiting for her!

Xue Chuchu ate gracefully, wiping her mouth with a tissue.

At the 8-kilometer mark.

A crowd of spectators was gathered here, with some carrying cameras and others holding microphones, eagerly awaiting.

They were prepared to see which runners were in the lead.

However, their gazes were not uniform but frequently turned toward the roadside supply station.

The stalls were laid out with various foods, fruits, drinks, energy gels, and chocolate bars, typical supplies.

Yet two stalls were quite unique, one run by a woman in a white chef’s coat, her gloved hands dancing like musical notes.

With a light swipe of a spatula, she spread off-white cream onto small cakes, dressing them in a layer of lace. Then she picked up a white spoon, scooping out strawberry jam for a delicate touch, her attention wholly absorbed, driven by her love of desserts.

Beside her, an oven was baking bread, made with imported and selected flour from Lansi, with a fine texture and top-quality unsalted butter, its rich aroma tempting the surrounding spectators to take a deep breath.

Lin Zida and his group had shown up here at some point.

Li Shi caught the rich scent, unable to resist swallowing hard.

Her privileged upbringing refined her taste, yet the bread before her matched the quality she was used to.

The crowd beside her murmured: "I hear they’re chefs from Evergreen Liquid."

Li Shi suddenly realized, of course!

’But isn’t this treatment for the runners a bit too lavish!’ Li Shi couldn’t understand why Evergreen Liquid would send out their chefs.

Lin Zida: "Smells amazing!"

Zhuang Jianhui agreed: "It really does, and I haven’t had breakfast yet."

He smelled the bread’s aroma, contemplating if he could get a taste.

"Is the bread for sale?" someone asked by the trackside.

The pastry chef gently replied, "Prepared for the runners."

An uncle, trying to step onto the track, was unfortunately stopped by security maintaining order.

He returned disappointedly, with a somewhat displeased look: "Can’t I buy some?"

A security officer kindly advised, "Next time, if you join the marathon, you can enjoy it too!"

Someone in the crowd shouted: "With food like this, the next marathon is a must-join!"

Amid the commotion, several pink electric scooters appeared in view, catching everyone’s attention.

As they drew closer, Li Shi recognized them, surprised and uncertain:

"Aren’t they the twins from our school?"

She often visited Class 1’s hallway, having seen the twins several times.

Lin Zida observed for two seconds: "Volunteer shirts."

"Tsk tsk, riding electric scooters, quite fancy." Just imagining leading the charge ahead of tens of thousands of runners on an electric scooter seemed thrilling.

Li Shi’s expression cooled down, saying blandly: "Boring, labor work, even if offered, I wouldn’t do it."

In the blink of an eye, Xue Chuchu’s scooter stopped in front of the cake stall.

Zhuang Jianhui’s gaze lingered on Xue Chuchu, the girl’s beauty was stunning. Even though he spent lots of time with Ding Shuyan, Xue Chuchu’s flawless and cool beauty was striking.

Not just him, both men and women around paid attention to the volunteers.

The twins moved swiftly, with Chen Siyu undaunted, having grown up frequently gawked at alongside her sister, like watching giant pandas.

What was this small scene?

Chen Siyu dashed to the cake stall, showing the volunteer tag on her chest: "We are volunteers, can we have some?"

The pastry chef, briefed internally quite a few times, cheerfully obliged: "No problem."

She pointed to various small cakes: "Which do you want? I recommend the butter bread or this chocolate bread; made from imported European chocolate, the layers are incredibly rich."

Behind, Xue Yuantong wanted to shout ’I want it all’, but lamented the other supply point had more gourmet food.

After picking a small cake, Chen Siyu grabbed some juice, while Xue Chuchu chose freshly fried crispy meat, sprinkled with cumin chili powder.

They sat at the picnic table and began to enjoy.

A few meters away, the watching crowd stared blankly at them, the scene turning awkward for a moment.

Xue Yuantong silently hid behind Chuchu, unused to such situations.

The uncle who previously eyed the bread came forward to ask: "Is it tasty?"

Chen Siyu: "Incredibly tasty."

Li Shi could not bear it any longer, her expression stiffened: "Aren’t you supposed to be volunteers?"

Chen Siyu: "We’re also taste testers."

Unable to stay any longer, Li Shi said to Zhuang Jianhui: "Let’s just head to the finish line."

She wouldn’t believe it, could the finish line be this ornate?