Lin zhiqiao glared at ye Xingxing indignantly before starting to run around the field unwillingly.
Ye Xingchen's lips curled up slightly, and he couldn't control his smile.
Five laps against thirty laps, she would win no matter what.
The stern-looking man glanced at ye Xingxing inadvertently, and his eyes happened to land on the Fox-like smile on ye Xingxing's lips.
When ye Xingkong noticed it, he had already retracted it as fast as he could, but it was still too late.
"Did I make you laugh?" The man's deep and cold voice suddenly cooled the hot weather, making ye Xingxing's body shiver, and ice shards fell all over.
"Reporting to the instructor, no!" Ye Xing Kong's hands were pressed against the seams of his pants, and he stood even more stiffly. Oh no, she wouldn't be running laps again, right? she shouldn't be so pleased with herself so quickly.
"Then Why are you laughing?" Lu yubai's voice rang out again, completely devoid of any tone.