When the whistle was about to be blown, all of the runners swiftly got into position, preparing themselves for a good take off.
Only Lin Jiage looked calm as he passed over his earphones and phone to a spectating male student by the side.
Shi Yao had some impression of that male student. The other party had attended the same physical education as them dressed in a flamboyant set of yellow sportswear. He was also the one who tried to get Leng Nuan's phone number and drank pink-colored milk tea too. His name was quite interesting. If she recalled correctly, it seemed to be... Lu Benlai?
As the race ticked closer, expressions of grimness or nervousness began appearing on the faces of the runners, but only Lin Jiage's face remained completely indifferent. His attitude was so relaxed that it looked like he wasn't participating in a race but heading off for a momentary walk in the park to digest his last meal.