"Ah ah ah, I'm going to fall over."
An Ziqi was almost pushed over by the force of his hand, frantically grabbing onto Xiao Moli's sleeve.
She chattered loudly.
Xiao Moli wouldn't let her fall, reaching out to pull her into his embrace.
An Ziqi steadied herself against him, turning her head to see Chen Jun and Yun Yi also nearby.
She grinned at Chen Jun and said, "Eh, you finally made it? That little girl has been waiting for you for a while."
Chen Jun pressed his lips, "A meeting delayed me for a bit."
His eyes, however, followed Huang Ying on the track.
That little girl was usually incredibly lazy, but on the track, she was running fast, steadily holding third place.
But thinking of their agreement for first place last night,
the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. She wasn't too far from the two in front.
The key to victory in a long-distance race is the final sprint.
If Huang Ying had some energy left, so might the other two.
