Chapter 151: We Are Number One!

Yu Shixue walked up to Ling Wu like a peacock, glanced at Chu Yi's school badge nearby, then tilted his head and said to him, "We agreed on the weekend, remember to arrive at my house on time."

In the gap while he was speaking, Yin Huaiyu pulled out Ling Wu's registration form to take a look and filled out his own as well; almost everyone's attention was focused on that sentence from Yu Shixue.

What did "agreed on, arrive at his house on time" mean?

When did the two of them become so close? There hadn't been any rumors at all.

"Leaving now, see you at the sports meet."

Yin Huaiyu waved at him, and he and Yu Shixue left the Class A classroom one after the other. Jing Du, who was in the hallway, turned his body upon hearing the commotion, saw them come out, and then left with them, quickly disappearing from view.

Seeing them leave, Bai Yinan immediately sat in the temporary empty seat in front of Ling Wu. He rested his arms on the back of the chair, leaned his fluffy head on his arms, and whispered, "Ling Wu, since you agreed to go to the Yu Family, you can also come play at our house. Our place is really fun; we have a golf course and a horse riding track. By the way, I saw your marksmanship was superb last time; we have a shooting range at our place too."

"But my marksmanship isn't good..." He blinked his eyes: "I might need you to teach me."

Ling Wu chuckled: "I am going there to be a tutor."

The hand Chu Yi used to hold his pen visibly relaxed a little.

"Ah?" Bai Yinan's facial expression was a bit disappointed. He asked, "Is it to tutor the young master of the Yu Family's younger brother? I remember his name is Yu Tingyun, he just turned 18."

Ling Wu: "Mm."

Bai Yinan muttered: "Alright, alright, it doesn't matter. The Academy organizes a winter camp every year, we can play together then."

Wednesday, sports meet.

Sunlight spilled onto the plastic track, camphor trees stood against the wind, the honor guard wore beautiful formal attire at the opening ceremony, the young masters and misses of the nobility were rarely so orderly, and bright colorful flags danced...

After a crisp gunshot rang out on the track, several figures charged out rapidly.

The class monitor walked over holding the list and said: "Who is running the first leg of the 4x400 meter relay?"

There weren't many people from Class A signed up for the relay, exactly four.

Shen Zhaojue walked over wearing sportswear, tilted his head to take a sip of mineral water, and handed the bottle to Jiang Shun beside him: "I'll do it."

"Mm, good." The class monitor: "Student Shen is first."

Chu Yi stood in the crowd, his height and long legs making him exceptionally conspicuous. He asked in a lower voice: "Ling Wu, which leg are you running?"

Ling Wu held a bottle of glucose in his hand. He was quite casual about things like running, and tilted his head slightly toward Chu Yi: "Either is fine."

"Good." Hearing his words, Chu Yi turned his head and said to the class monitor: "Ling Wu is the third leg, I am the fourth leg."

The class monitor said: "That works. The competition is starting soon, you can just walk around nearby."

A commotion erupted in the crowd.

"Ahhh... look, it's Young Master Yu and the others!"

"So handsome, did you see? Young Master Yin just walked past me, and he even glanced at me!"

"What sports events did Young Master Yu and Young Master Yin sign up for?"

"Seems like the relay race."

"It's been so long since I've seen Young Master Yin. He changed his hair color, and it's as flamboyant as ever. What do I do, I like him even more now."

Yin Huaiyu and the others walked side-by-side toward the direction of Class A. Both he and Yu Shixue wore loose-fitting sports T-shirts and shorts. The fabric was light, the T-shirt collars and cuffs had unique patterns, and they wore sports shoes on their feet.

Jing Du, who was beside them, had not signed up for the sports meet, so he was wearing his school uniform for the first time ever for the opening ceremony.

The 400-meter sprint on the track ended quickly.

The students participating in the relay race stepped onto the track one after another. Ling Wu took off his jacket and handed it to the logistics team, while Yu Shixue and Yin Huaiyu walked out next.

They were also in the relay race.

And they were in the group right next to Ling Wu's.

Jing Du stood by the edge of the track. His phone vibrated a few times in his pants pocket. He answered the video call, and Jin Shaoyu's face appeared on the screen with the Jin Family Old Residence in the background: "Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

Jin Shaoyu stared at the screen filled with Jing Du's face, feeling a bit displeased: "I didn't call you to look at you. I heard you didn't sign up for the sports meet?"

"That's perfect, live stream it for me and point the camera at my brother."

The eyes behind Jing Du's lenses darkened for a moment.

Brother?

It seems these two brothers have reconciled.

Missed a good show.

A bit of a pity...

"And then?" Jing Du pushed up his glasses frames unhurriedly, held his phone at chest level, and didn't look at the screen, but instead looked at Ling Wu on the track: "Give me a reason."

After his car accident, Jin Shaoyu had lain in a hospital bed for a month. He had finally managed to get out of bed, only to be followed by a wheelchair. He was depressed to death, but didn't want to become a cripple, so he could only wait obediently for recovery.

Hearing Jing Du's words, he instantly flew into a rage!

"I give you a reason?!" Jin Shaoyu was so angry he brushed his jet-black hair back, his eyebrows arched: "I'll give you a club, do you want it?!"

Jing Du remained calm: "Young Master Jin, this is in public, mind your manners."

"Alright?"

Jin Shaoyu sneered: "Young Master Jing, then why didn't you mind your manners when you were bullying a wounded person? Do you not have any?"

Jing Du listened to the angry voice coming through his earphones.

"Noisy."

Afterward, he muted the audio and silently flipped the camera to point at Ling Wu.

【Young Master Jin is like a primary schooler.】

【Young Master Jin (pointing and gesturing): Blah blah blah... Jing Du (expressionless): Noisy!】

【Wife Ling Wu, the evil younger brother is about to bicker with the repressed older brother!】

【Strangely amusing.】

After preparations on the track were complete, the referee raised the starting pistol.

"Bang!"

Yu Shixue and Yin Huaiyu were standing on Track 3, both running the final two legs, while Ling Wu and the others were on Track 4; the first leg hadn't created much of a gap, and they were chasing each other, very intensely.

Immediately after, the second leg runners took off.

Yin Huaiyu crossed his arms over his chest, nudged Ling Wu's arm lightly, and said with a beaming smile, "Good brother, do you want me to let you win?"

Ling Wu did not want to talk to him.

Chu Yi stepped forward, stood behind Ling Wu, and met Yin Huaiyu's gaze head-on: "Fair competition; he doesn't need you to let him win."

Yu Shixue first glanced at Ling Wu's expression, and seeing Yin Huaiyu open his lips, showing no sign of backing down to Chu Yi and wanting to say something more, he decisively stepped forward and pulled him away with a cold face.

"Eh? Shixue, why are you pulling me?"

Yu Shixue: "My hands are itching."

Yin Huaiyu: "........"

The farce dissipated quickly; the second leg runners of Track 3 and Track 4 arrived almost simultaneously, handed the relay baton to the people in front, and then Yin Huaiyu and Ling Wu, along with the others, flew off like arrows released from a bowstring.

Yin Huaiyu was tall with long legs and ran with great ease; Ling Wu's running posture was very standard, his breathing was even, and the stray hair on his forehead was swept back, revealing a smooth brow; without the adornment of the stray hair, his brows and eyes looked a few degrees colder and more distant, extremely unapproachable.

Ling Wu and Yin Huaiyu ran neck and neck.

Both sides of the track were filled with cheering.

"Go!"

"Go, go!"

"Young Master Yin, you are the most handsome!"

"Wife Ling Wu, you run so fast, go!"

The 400 meters were finished quickly; Ling Wu passed the relay baton to Chu Yi, his breathing a bit unsteady, but he whispered, "Go."

Yu Shixue and Chu Yi left the students in the other lanes far behind; the two were evenly matched, hard to tell who was better, and just at this moment, Chu Yi accelerated.......

Ling Wu stood at the finish line and made a cheering gesture toward him; the scorching sun hung in the sky like a fire, and the youth was like a tropical wind passing through, whipping up a frenzy of heat; Chu Yi crossed the line half a step ahead and crashed into Ling Wu's embrace, panting heavily in his ear: "We are first."

First!