Qin Miao just wanted to test the system's functionality and it was also his first time playing a racing game, even worrying about his own image.
He had no extra time to think about what a system could possibly mean for an ordinary person like him.
But now Qin Miao had ample time to think carefully.
So in his thoughts, Qin Miao naturally became a bit inflated.
After all, he acquired something only protagonists in novels obtain, which means from now on, Qin Miao's growth would be quantified, and he could clearly know that the efforts he made would yield results.
He could receive positive feedback from his growth and mobilize his enthusiasm to the fullest.
Besides, the system gives money and skills.
Qin Miao's future high achievements in the racing field could already be predicted in advance.
It was precisely because of these thoughts that Qin Miao suddenly had the illusion that he was no longer in the same world as his classmates, with a hint of disdain even entering his gaze as he looked towards the small conference room.
But when he thought of Fan Yue being there too, Qin Miao's eyes immediately showed a desire to try.
...
More than 10 minutes later, amidst several voices saying, "Okay!" "Got it!", the classmates filed out of the small classroom, heading grandly towards the racing zone downstairs led by Zhu Hong.
"Qin Miao, don't just sit there, come down and play cars!" Zhu Hong called out as he went down the stairs and saw Qin Miao still sitting.
"Coming!" Qin Miao responded, got up from his seat, and walked downstairs with steps bigger than usual.
When he reached the entrance of the stairway, Qin Miao found Qimeng waiting for him right there.
Returning Qimeng's bag, Qin Miao casually asked, "How come you became so lazy after just a holiday break? Get some more exercise, otherwise, you'll gain weight."
After the teasing, Qin Miao was already prepared for Qimeng to punch him, his right arm muscles tensed, ready to meet Qimeng's impact at any moment.
While at school, whenever Qin Miao teased Qimeng, she would either punch him or use her fingernails on him.
However, this time, Qin Miao's preparations were in vain; Qimeng didn't strike as she would have at school.
She just looked at Qin Miao with an indescribable expression.
Qin Miao could affirm that there was no anger in Qimeng's gaze at all.
Yet he couldn't figure out what the inexplicable look in Qimeng's eyes meant, though he could tell that from today's performance, Qimeng had changed a lot compared to before.
Qin Miao asked worriedly, "It's only been a week, how come you seem weird, did something happen?"
"Nothing, don't mind me!" Qimeng blinked, the inexplicable look in her eyes vanished, restoring her to the familiar Qimeng that Qin Miao knew.
Fierce yet adorable.
"Alright then, let's go down." After getting a clear answer from Qimeng, Qin Miao didn't think more of it and directly turned to head downstairs.
...
After getting down to the racing area, Qin Miao already saw some of the more eager classmates sitting in the go-karts.
There were also some male classmates driving the two-seater go-karts, with a girl seated behind them, leisurely driving out of the parking area.
From those nearly touching seats in the two-seater go-kart, it was apparent that those playing the go-kart had ulterior motives.
Soon, with a sudden brake from the male classmate, a scream from the female classmate was heard, and their bodies pressed together, as her shy and annoyed murmur gradually faded away with the engine's roar...
Meanwhile, the class monitor Zhu Hong was wearing a helmet with a purple design typical of an Old Man.
Qin Miao even saw that Zhu Hong was wearing a sweat-absorbing head cover.
Qin Miao didn't know if the monitor was fast, but he felt that the monitor had fully embraced professionalism in his equipment.
Like layering bras on a sow, one after another.
"Alright, everyone pick a car first, get familiar with the vehicles and the track, and later we will hold a few small races, with mysterious little gifts too!" Once he put on the helmet, Zhu Hong announced to the classmates still in the preparation area.
Meanwhile, he didn't forget to help the classmates put on those pieces of gear which were unfamiliar to them.
Zhu Hong evidently frequently visited the place for fun and was very familiar with the environment layout here, even expertly putting on the gear.
Very quickly, he helped two or three classmates who hadn't figured out how to wear the gear, then seemingly casually moved next to Fan Yue.
"Need help with the gear?" Zhu Hong smiled as he asked Fan Yue, who was fumbling with the equipment on her own.
Fan Yue nodded.
"Let me help you..."
"You see, this strap goes through here, then into this buckle..."
"Is the helmet too big? I'll tighten it for you, lift your head up first..."
"This is a rib protector, in case of a crash, it can protect your rib area and also cushion the impact."
Since the rib protector went around her back, when Zhu Hong helped Fan Yue with it, she directly lifted her hands, exposing her slim waist wrapped in the white skirt fabric to Zhu Hong.
And Zhu Hong seemingly deliberately, directly used an embracing posture with his hands to help Fan Yue with the protector.
From Qin Miao's angle, the two appeared to be embracing.
To others, it might just be an intimate interaction between a young couple.
But to Qin Miao, who had liked Fan Yue for three and a half years, the scene equaled the doomsday.
In that moment, it felt like the sky was falling for Qin Miao.
In just an instant, a torrent of anger and humiliation surged through Qin Miao's brain.
He had a strong urge to rush over and pull them apart, and he was ready to act on it.
After all, Qin Miao already had a system at this point, he knew he was destined for extraordinary things in his lifetime.
His slightly dragon-inspired mindset couldn't tolerate his beloved girl being in another man's arms.
But just as Qin Miao was about to take a step forward, something cold as ice was suddenly stuffed into the collar of his shirt, freezing him mid-explosion.
His almost anger-clouded mind cleared a little.
Hastily, he shook off the cold object from his collar, and upon looking down, he saw it was a Little Pudding ice cream, unopened yet.
This was one of Qimeng's favorite snacks.
For some reason, upon seeing the ice cream, the first thought that popped into Qin Miao's mind, still filled with anger, was this,
Turning his head to look at where Qimeng was, he saw the short-haired girl happily grinning at him, holding a half-eaten Little Pudding, with a bit of milky white ice cream left on her upper lip, adding a touch of cuteness to her slightly suave face brought about by her hairstyle.
Qin Miao was initially about to lose his temper, but seeing Qimeng like that, he inexplicably calmed down a little bit.
He didn't know whether it was because of Qimeng or the system that added five points to his mental state...
After Qin Miao calmed his mind slightly, he regained his senses, realizing that he wasn't anything to Fan Yue, at most just a classmate, he had no right to stop the two...
Although the current Qin Miao wouldn't probably rush over to fight the class monitor Zhu Hong because of anger as he intended to before, he lost interest in continuing to play go-karts after experiencing this incident.
But before Qin Miao could have more thoughts or ideas, Qimeng's soft voice reached over.
"NT deskmate! Don't waste it, okay? It's unopened, you can still eat it." With that, Qimeng bent in front of Qin Miao, picking up the Little Pudding that fell on the ground.
She then handed it over to Qin Miao and asked, "Want it?"
If it were the Qin Miao from 5 minutes earlier, he would have definitely grabbed the ice cream and started munching gleefully without a second thought.
But right now, he felt no interest at all.
Yet Qimeng didn't care about all that. Seeing the lively Qin Miao now like an eggplant hit by frost, she sighed silently in her heart.
Opening the ice cream, Qimeng straightforwardly stuck it into Qin Miao's mouth.
Qin Miao's sorrow was interrupted by Qimeng for the second time, leaving him all disoriented.
But before Qin Miao could pull the ice cream out of his mouth and say anything, Qimeng pulled him over, whispering something at his ear that only the two of them could hear.
"Qin Miao, I like you."
The girl's pleasing voice, coupled with the warm breath at his earlobe, formed a combo punch.
Qin Miao: ...?????
Who am I? Where am I? What happened?
ps, sorry for being late, but shamelessly asking for a monthly ticket.
Thank you, dear readers!