Lu Qingyan held the baton tightly as she passed one person after another. She then successfully entered into the top 4.
In the distance, the athletes responsible for the last leg of the race were all waiting.
Almost there.
The sweat from her forehead flowed in her eyes, it was slightly painful. Lu Qingyan's eyes blurred and her mind muddled.
The body accepted the final instruction given by the mind when it was still clear.
'Run forward, don't stop.'
In the far distance, she saw a beautiful youth standing near the track.
The youth wore the class uniform, which included a T-shirt that was a mix of black and red. The coloring didn't seem agreeable nor pleasant, but he managed to wear it very well.
He simply stood there and calmly watched as she ran towards him with all her might.
When Lu Qingyan was delivering the baton to Wang Jingyuan, her whole body lost strength.
