Chapter 226: A Fight

Song Lujing was surrounded by a group taking a group photo; he glanced over, couldn't help a low chuckle, waved at the person beside him, and said, "All right, all right, next, don't crowd."

Someone in the crowd shouted, Song Lujing heard it, quickly waved his hand to deny, speaking solemnly: "Autographed photos of Lu Yuchu and Song Yan? I don't have them, I'm not acquainted… last time you mistook it, I wasn't with them."

Just kidding, getting autographed photos of Lu Yuchu and Song Yan is no easy task.

He still needed their signatures to get them to help with tasks, so as not to waste this favor.

The people in Class A were also the type to be satisfied once they got what they wanted; after sticking around for a group photo and chatting for just over ten minutes, they laughed and dispersed, heading off to watch other Art Competitions.

Grade 2 boys' 4x100m preliminaries, please report to the check-in desk for verification.

The clear announcement came from the broadcast, echoing across the entire playground.

Mu Youyu turned her face to the person beside her and said, "A Jin, did you sign up for this?"

Jiang Liangjin's gaze remained on her face; he said, "Whatever you signed up for, I signed up for too."

He originally had little interest in these sports events, but as long as it concerned her, he wanted to accompany her.

If she weren't participating, he'd probably still be going out to play as he did last year.

"Then hurry to the check-in desk." Mu Youyu loosened his wrist, gently pushed his arm, and said, "I'll be waiting at the finish line! I'll definitely cheer you on!"

She remembered, Jiang Liangjin was the anchor leg.

"It's fine if you run slower, just don't tire yourself out."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

After saying that, Jiang Liangjin glanced over at Mu Xin, who was bickering with Mu Xi not far away.

As their eyes met, Mu Xin gave a slight nod, like a silent encouragement.

Only then did he turn, stride long-legged toward the check-in desk.

Mu Youyu watched his receding silhouette, raised her hand and waved, her voice soft but loud enough for him to hear: "I'm waiting for you here!"

Having taken a few steps, Jiang Liangjin heard her voice, turned his head, and upon meeting her gaze, his expression softened, the corner of his mouth lifting in a slight arc.

The next second, he actually reversed direction and walked back toward her.

She looked surprised and said, "Why did you come back?"

"You didn't want me to leave, did you?" he stopped in front of her, slightly bending forward.

"But you need to go to the check-in desk."

"It's fine not to go; just have A Nan help out."

Gu Xingnan and Yu Ci were mainly responsible for that check-in section.

"Oh!" Song Lujing, who had just stepped away and was walking over, happened to hear this, laughed, butted in, and slapped Jiang Liangjin on the back, breaking the pink bubble quietly forming between them.

Hurry up, hurry up, don't linger, the Art Competition is important.

Jiang Liangjin lifted his eyes to meet Song Lujing's teasing gaze, then glanced down at Mu Youyu, finally straightened up and said, "Then I'll go check it out."

Mu Youyu nodded, "Okay!"

Waiting for his figure to completely disappear into the crowd, she then turned and led her three brothers to the empty chairs near the 100-meter finish line, saying, "Brothers, sit here; the view is good."

These chairs were specially brought by the class sports committee, reserved for the big shots of the class to rest.

As soon as the four sat down, Mu Xin proposed, "Shall we take a few photos?"

He had originally hoped to see his sister in the beautiful outfit from the opening ceremony and take photos.

Unfortunately, it seemed he had arrived a little late; the opening ceremony ended ten minutes earlier than he had expected.

Xia Chao Yi went to prepare for the competition, while Bai Yun beside him was fiddling with the camera; hearing this, she immediately raised her hand, voice bright: "I'll take the photos, I'll take them!"

Mu Youyu smiled and agreed, walking over to the chair and saying, "Sure, sure, let's have the four siblings take a few photos."

Mu Xin had originally planned to call Song Ze'er to handle the camera, but didn't expect someone to bring their own.

Song Ze'er didn't mind either, just stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching Bai Yun skillfully adjust the lens.

Mu Youyu stood in the middle while her three brothers took turns switching places.

Sunlight came from the side, casting varying light and shadow on their youthful, vibrant faces.

Bai Yun kept pressing the shutter nonstop.

Soon, the four athletes from each class were already in position on the track.

Mu Youyu said something to her brothers, then pulled Bai Yun to a spot about ten meters from Jiang Liangjin's starting line, raised her hand, made a V with thumb and index finger, and aimed it at the camera.

Jiang Liangjin seemed to sense it and turned his head slightly.

Seeing her gesture, he also raised his hand, imitating her by making a V.

Sunlight fell on his pale, cold knuckles; the gesture made by him lost some of its chill and gained a touch of childishness.

Bai Yun kept shooting from different angles, click after click.

Photographing good-looking people is great; no matter how you shoot, it turns out classy.

This scene could practically go straight onto the cover of a romance novel!

At the moment the starting gun fired, the first-leg runner sprinted out.

Class A's first leg was Gu Xingnan.

He got off to a lead of half a body length and smoothly passed the baton to the second leg, Yu Ci.

The exchange between the two legs was exceptionally smooth, with no hesitation whatsoever.

Yu Ci took the baton, his foot speed no less than Gu Xingnan's, and quickly widened the gap.

The third leg, Xia Chao Yi, was astonishingly fast, catching up all the way; by the time the baton reached Jiang Liangjin's hand, he had firmly secured first place.

The instant Jiang Liangjin received the baton, his stride was huge, his frequency astonishingly fast, pulling away from the runners behind him more and more.

The wind lifted his bangs, revealing that cold yet flamboyant face.

It was as if he were born to stand in such a place under everyone's gaze.

Wow—Young Master Jiang is so fast!

At this speed, they've lapped everyone else by half a lap, right!

Class A is all set, all set!

The sports committee member hurriedly lifted the banner saying 'No strength if you run slower than Class A' alongside a male student.

Red background with golden characters, arrogant and eye‑catching, shimmering in the sunlight until it made people's eyes blur.

The two even deliberately shook the banner fabric, afraid others wouldn't see it clearly.

Seeing this, Song Lujing couldn't help but laugh, 'Your class really has talent, even making this banner.'

'Of course.' Mu Youyu slightly lifted her chin, her tone carrying a hint of smugness, her gaze still fixed on the figure on the track drawing ever closer.

'Our class has the strength, so of course we can be a bit arrogant.'

Watching Jiang Liangjin draw ever closer to the finish line, Mu Youyu stood up, cupping her hands around her mouth, 'A Jin, go!'

Seeing them so excited, even Song Lujing's sister got worked up; he paused and said to Mu Xi, 'It's not that serious, it's just a hundred meters.'

Mu Xi raised an eyebrow, thinking the same, yet not forgetting to undercut him, drawling, 'Baby's still here, I won't complain to you.'

At that moment, Jiang Liangjin had already crossed the finish line.

He hadn't even exerted much effort, just relying on inertia to run a few more steps before stopping, then turned to look at Mu Youyu.

As he passed the sports committee member, he casually took the water from their hand, flicked the banner's edge with his fingertips, raised an eyebrow and said, 'This banner could be made bigger next time.'

The sports committee member immediately replied, 'No problem, Jin bro! Next time we'll make a ten‑meter‑long one, stretching the whole track!'

Song Lujing felt an inexplicable competitive surge, couldn't help but stand up and shout at him, 'Jiang Liangjin! When are we going to fight?'

He might lose in games, but in terms of martial prowess, he might not necessarily lose, right?

Jiang Liangjin: "……"