Translator:
StarveCleric
Editor:
Milkbiscuit
While Shi Yao smoothly reined in her split and got up from the ground, He Tiantian, intrigued by her actions, leaned over to her ear and asked,
Yaoyao, what are you doing?
I’m causing trouble…
Shi Yao honestly replied with three words before sending a glance toward Qin Yiran.
Her complexion was incomparably ugly. Putting aside her speed, even her chest was puffing up and down unsteadily in anger.
Shi Yao knew that she had succeeded in agitating Qin Yiran. If the latter couldn’t control her emotions well at this point, she might suffer a side stitch very soon.
But then again, if Qin Yiran could control her emotions, she wouldn’t have assumed so many different usernames to flame the students who were vying for the position of Campus Belle against her.
You’re causing trouble? Yaoyao, I think you’re mistaking what those words mean. You’re just showing two poses; do you think it’ll ruin the Sports Meet or bomb the entire stadium? Well, to be fair, your splits are quite perfect and beautiful, but still…
Jiang Yue said, thinking that Shi Yao was uttering nonsense.
Shi Yao sent Qin Yiran off with her gaze before replying to Jiang Yue’s question earnestly,
I’m not ruining the Sports Meet or bombing the entire stadium. I’m just trying to interfere with the results of the marathon…
…
She was clearly making a jab at Shi Yao, but the latter ended up replying to her so seriously. Can we still have a proper conversation over here?
Jiang Yue was choked into silence for a moment before she spoke up once more,
Interfering with the results of the marathon? Yaoyao, are you a deity—
But before Jiang Yue could finish her sentence, Qin Yiran suddenly clutched her abdomen, and like a deflated ball, her speed declined considerably.
The runner behind Qin Yiran was hot on her tail, so as soon as she slowed down, the runner in third place immediately overtook her.
…
Jiang Yue widened her eyes in disbelief.
… S-surely not? Yaoyao, are you really a deity? You actually made Qin Yiran slow down?
Shi Yao pouted unhappily as she replied to Jiang Yue’s question,
Do I really look that harmless to you?
Jiang Yue took a look at the adorable and innocent young lady before her and nodded,
You are. You look so harmless that I’m afraid that someone might just kidnap you off the street.
Upset by Jiang Yue’s response, Shi Yao turned to He Tiantian to get her opinion.
He Tiantian unhesitatingly nodded her head and replied,
Not only do you look harmless enough to kidnap, I even thought you were an intellectually-challenged kid.
Hmph, you’re the one who’s intellectually-challenged!
Shi Yao scornfully swung her head away and continued to observe the situation on the running track. She watched as Qin Yiran’s speed declined steadily and explained,
I’m not as kind as you all seem to think. I don’t just want Qin Yiran to drop to third place—I want her to fail at even getting into the top ten…
With a look of disbelief, He Tiantian replied,
There’s only half a round left, Yaoyao. I think you’re dreaming.
Jiang Yue added another dagger in,
Daydreaming.
Before Shi Yao could respond, the discerning Leng Nuan had already spoken up,
No, Yaoyao’s right. On top of getting first place, Yaoyao even overtook her by two whole rounds. This should have at least worn down half of Qin Yiran’s motivation. And remember when she confidently did splits and bend-overs before the start of the race? When she passed by Yaoyao earlier, Yaoyao showed her that she could easily do the same thing even after the marathon. And despite being a non-professional, her form was just as perfect as hers. I’m sure that Qin Yiran felt her pride being completely trampled beneath Yaoyao’s feet, and it must have affected her perseverance. And now, she just got overtaken again! It’s like a vicious cycle—the more angry and frustrated she feels, the less energy she has to run…
