Ye Qing Luo opened her eyes and frowned slightly.
Standing right in front of her were two teenagers.
Their figures were slim but lanky and with a polite smile on their faces: "Student Ye, we want to thank you."
"Thank me?" Ye Qing Luo raised her brows. Did she do something to let others thank her?
The two teenagers knelt to Ye Qing Luo's eye level.
The young boy on the left curved his lips and smiled broadly: "I am Dong Huang Lang, you stood up for us at the square yesterday during training."
The other boy was slightly indifferent and gave a tiny nod towards Ye Qing Luo: "My name is Qi Yi Jing."
Ye Qing Luo suddenly realised and responded: "It's you guys."
She recalled that the two teenagers were merely steps away from the finishing line.
But neither of them could hold on till the end and fainted on the track.