CHAPTER 983: CHAPTER 568: TORMENT BEFORE THE FINISH LINE

Class Group Chat of Class 8.

Many students who didn’t go to the scene are watching the race live on TV, discussing in the group chat.

"Have you found our classmates?" Jiang Yanan asked on the group chat.

Dong Qingfeng: "No, there are too many people, can’t see them at all."

Chai Wei: "When they run to the front rows, you’ll be able to see them."

"Provided they can run to the front rows."

Jiang Yanan: "Jiang Ning and Yang Sheng are so good at sports, I think it’s possible."

Wang Longlong: "Is my Brother Quan anonymous?"

Chai Wei: "Their sports scores are good within a school’s region, but this marathon faces contestants from all over the country, including professional athletes, look at those black runners leading the way."

Song Sheng, unable to bear Chai Wei’s know-it-all attitude: "Don’t boost others’ morale and diminish our spirit."

Chai Wei: "Just stating the facts (smile)."

TV camera angles shift.

At the 8-kilometer mark.

A female reporter wearing a white shirt and a fitted skirt, upon seeing Xue Chuchu’s appearance, her eyes lit up.

Being able to wear the volunteer costume so beautifully, if on camera, she’d definitely be popular, with a thought, she walked onto the track and held the microphone toward Xue Chuchu.

"Excuse me, is this your first time volunteering for a marathon?"

The camera focused on Xue Chuchu; at the same time, the city TV station is broadcasting live, meaning countless people in the urban area will see this scene.

Under the gentle sunlight, Xue Chuchu faced the camera, showing a touch of nervousness and shyness, her bright eyes as clear as lake water.

Xue Chuchu responded: "Yes."

"What role do you play in this marathon event?"

Xue Chuchu’s voice, as soft as silk, like the wind gliding over young leaves, pure and flawless: "I’m a pacer, checking the road conditions for the participants."

Her speech was smooth, without the tension others might have during interviews.

Xue Yuantong thought to herself: ’Chuchu is quite good at making things up.’

"As a volunteer in this marathon, what are your experiences?" the female reporter continued.

At the same time, the group chat of Class 8 burst into discussion.

"Wow, that girl is so pretty!" Liu Chuandao shouted in the group.

Many boys expressed agreement.

Not only Class 8, but many Yu Zhou Second Middle School students, like her classmate Jin Yuanhang, marveled in the group chat, spiraling into rounds of discussion.

The female reporter is interviewing, Tongtong blurted: "All the food is delicious, I really like it!"

The camera shifted angle, aimed at the distant stall, reporter introducing: "This marathon event not only has intense competition and spilled sweat but also a place that ignites longing, that’s the supply stop..."

After a brief introduction, the female reporter switched to interviewing, the camera cut to the eagerly speaking Xue Yuantong.

She shot a glance at the other person, releasing the aura of a professional journalist, forming an atmosphere as if silently saying, are you prepared to face my interview?

Finally, the female reporter asked: "Young friend, how do you evaluate the supplies in this marathon?"

Upon hearing the reporter’s address, Xue Chuchu wanted to laugh but maintained composure, forming a subtle curve at the corner of her mouth.

Xue Yuantong was a bit stage-frightened, but knowing many people were watching, she absolutely couldn’t mess up, or Jiang Ning would mock her!

She forced herself to calm down, even contrasting with a smile:

"Which supply are you asking about? The little cakes, or the fried skewers over there?"

Female reporter: "The little cakes."

Xue Yuantong: "Delicious."

Female reporter: "And the fried skewers?"

Xue Yuantong: "Delicious."

The female reporter spaced out for a moment, continued asking: "How delicious are they?"

Xue Yuantong: "Are you asking about the little cakes or the fried skewers?"

Female reporter: "Little cakes."

Xue Yuantong: "Especially, especially delicious."

Female reporter: "And the fried skewers?"

Xue Yuantong: "Especially, especially delicious."

The female reporter felt defeated, puzzled: "Why the same answer, insisting I ask twice?"

Xue Yuantong: "Because the little cakes are really fragrant!"

Female reporter: "What about the fried skewers?"

Xue Yuantong tightened her fair face, earnestly said: "Also very fragrant."

...

Evergreen Liquid’s kitchen; a liquid crystal TV hangs on the wall.

Aunt Gu stared at the screen, then saw her daughter’s interview content, a bit of amusement, also a bit worried:

’Always making tasty food for her to replenish, still so naïve!’

She worried if Jiang Ning might dislike her daughter.

...

Class Group Chat of Class 8.

Dong Qingfeng: "This response is slick, the reporter probably doesn’t want to deal with her anymore!"

Jiang Yanan: "That girl was so pretty just now."

Lu Qiqi: "She is pretty, and has great skin, she didn’t wear makeup, her makeup didn’t smudge a bit."

Discussing beauty, Wang Yanyan: "I think her base is so-so, she’s just very thin."

Zhang Yifei: "Feels like her base is very average."

Li Shengnan: "Don’t y’all realize there’s a filter on TV?"

A few Jin Hua started chatting in the group.

Cui Yu sarcastically: "Someone really thinks her skin is good? I think Sister Jiao’s skin isn’t worse than hers."

Meng Gui chimed in: "Brother Cui is right."

Pang Jiao usually couldn’t wait to tear Cui Yu apart, but who doesn’t like hearing compliments?

She spoke: "Oh my, if y’all want nice skin, definitely don’t stay up late, must get enough sleep every day."

"Got up too early today, feels like it’s harmful to the skin, I’m taking a beauty nap to replenish, or I’ll become ugly."

Duan Shigang: "Haha, beauty naps probably won’t work, you need to hibernate."

Cui Yu: "Too much bro!"

"What she needs is eternal sleep!"

The class group chat blew up again.

...

Race track.

As the team moved forward, the crowd gradually separated, those unable to keep up began to fall behind, currently leading runners are almost all elite athletes.

Wu Yunzhi dashed for a kilometer, once rushed into the first echelon, fiercely intense, spectators on both sides cheering him on.