Pick Up a Killer as Girlfriend

Later, during a chat with the sports committee member, I learned that the boy just now was from Class 2, named Zhang Qiang. His dad works at the education bureau.

Of course, he was just one of the many suitors of Liu Siyan. And having a dad in the education bureau wasn't enough to make Lin Hai feel threatened. I only later found out that his grandfather works at the tax inspection office, and Zhang Qiang's grandfather is famously doting on his grandson.

Lin Hai's father is in business, and naturally warned Lin Hai not to provoke Zhang Qiang lightly, otherwise the company might face trouble.

So when Ye Xiaofan offered to swap places with him, he was eager to agree. Facing Zhang Qiang head-on in the last leg — it was best to avoid it if possible.

After a brief rest, the final was about to begin.

Because of the bet between Zhang Qiang and Liu Siyan, the students from Class 2, especially the boys, started to cheer loudly. Even more, Class 7 gathered together, refusing to be outdone. Both classes' students were abnormally excited, even more so than the competitors.

'Bang.'

With the referee's gunshot, the first leg started sprinting.

Xiaofan remembered that during the previous race, Zhang Qing completed the first leg in about seventeen seconds. But now, because of the bet, she gritted her teeth and actually dashed into first place.

However, whether due to nerves or something else, Lin Hai fumbled when taking the baton, and it fell to the ground. By the time he picked it up again, he was starting alongside the fourth place.

In less than half a minute, the race had reached a fever pitch, the cheers and jeers deafening, regardless of whether people were just watching or rooting for their class.

When the baton was handed to Liu Siyan, she sprinted forward quickly.

Her athletic talent was outstanding, her long, straight legs were free of any excess flesh, and her white running shoes barely covered her ankles.

At this moment, Liu Siyan was focused on winning the race quickly; otherwise, she would indeed be embarrassed.

As she ran rapidly, Liu Siyan's long ponytail bounced up and down, seemingly unwilling to be still, continuing the story of youth.

"Wow, Siyan is amazing, she's catching up to first place. Incredible, Siyan, go for it, go!"

Seeing Liu Siyan gradually close the gap with Class 2, the cheering from the sidelines became even more intense.

Ye Xiaofan watched Liu Siyan approach with a neutral expression. As long as she handed the baton to him, there would be nothing more to worry about.

Closer, getting closer, twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters...

Liu Siyan and the girl from Class 2 were almost neck and neck, but just ten meters away from Ye Xiaofan, an accident happened.

Perhaps she was too eager to catch up, or maybe her stamina hadn't recovered quickly enough. Liu Siyan tripped and suddenly fell on the track without warning.

"Siyan."

"Ah, Siyan..."

Amid the panicked cries, the seemingly weak yet stubborn girl quickly got up and continued running. However, her previous speed was gone.

From ten meters away, Ye Xiaofan could clearly see that Liu Siyan's knees were already bruised, especially her left knee, which was scraped and bleeding.

Liu Siyan bit her lip, taking one limping step after another, hopping over.

Her eyes were so determined, her gaze fixed only on that boy across from her; at this point, he was her last hope.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qiang from Class 2 had taken the baton, looked back at Liu Siyan slowly hopping forward, smirked disdainfully, and sprinted toward the finish line without hesitation.

Because of Liu Siyan's injury, they slipped from second to third, then fourth place. But she still did not give up, the ten-meter distance right in front of her.

"Don't come over."

It seemed like she saw Ye Xiaofan's intention to come over concernedly, Liu Siyan shouted loudly. Still, she continued to speed up slowly.

One step, two steps, three steps. Finally, the baton was passed to Ye Xiaofan.

Liu Siyan felt her right hand lighten, the baton instantly leaving her right hand. A breeze blew past, and in the next moment, Ye Xiaofan was already sprinting out.

He had to catch up, no matter what; he had to create a beautiful memory of high school for Liu Siyan.

"Wow, look at that. Isn't that Ye Xiaofan? How is he running so fast?"

"Oh, my God. It's the Asian sprinter!"

"…No way? Did that kid take a stimulant?"

The classmates who thought they would be defeated were all astonished to see him sprinting away, moving from surprise to shock. Everyone gaped at this unbelievable boy. If he could create a miracle—

Earlier, that ten meters had taken Liu Siyan over seven seconds to jump back. By the time Ye Xiaofan set off, Zhang Qiang was already fifty meters away, with only a hundred and fifty meters to the finish line. Could Xiaofan really catch up?

At full speed, Ye Xiaofan put aside all concerns, even if his body wasn't quite used to it yet. But he had to give it his all. The wind rushed past his ears, the high-speed running making Ye Xiaofan feel particularly comfortable and delighted.

It felt like power bottled up for over a month was finally released all at once.

He overtook, in just six seconds, Ye Xiaofan surpassed the third place, and in that instant, the second place was also left behind. The last target was Zhang Qiang.

This Zhang Qiang, despite appearing to be a wealthy young master, actually ran quite fast. He was confident he could win this race. But when he was less than twenty meters from the finish line, a figure quickly flashed past him without any warning, not even a sound of footsteps — the person had already overtaken him.

Impossible. How could an ordinary high school student have such insane running speed? Just how were his legs built?

At this moment, Ye Xiaofan deeply appreciated Shen Zuimo's painstaking efforts with him. In just a month's time, he could achieve such significant progress. Indeed, training was tough, but the rewards were tremendous.

Of course, it wasn't that Ye Xiaofan was some prodigy achieving such level in just a month, but because Xiaofan grew up in the village, often climbing mountains and picking herbs with his grandfather. His leg muscles had been very strong since childhood. Now, Shen Zuimo's lead weights only enhanced and activated Ye Xiaofan's muscle strength.

He did it. After crossing the finish line, Xiaofan looked at his legs, seemingly unable to believe himself that he could run so fast, the feeling of his body being so light was indeed intoxicating.

Xiaofan did not celebrate the victory, turning back out of concern, quickly jogging back towards where Liu Siyan was. Winning was good, but she was hurt.

Watching the boy who defeated him walk past, Zhang Qiang's eyes burned with anger. But Xiaofan ignored it, his gaze only on that lovely figure in the distance.

At this moment, Liu Siyan was surrounded by girls, each asking in concern.

"I'm fine, just a scraped knee. It's not that serious." Upon learning that Ye Xiaofan was the first to cross the finish line, the girl's face beamed with a happy smile. The knee injury was almost negligible.

With so many girls present, Xiaofan could only watch from the front, wanting to ask, yet afraid of being gossiped about by his classmates, leaving the other party in a difficult situation.

"Did we win?" But Liu Siyan spotted the boy in the crowd at once and initiated a greeting.

"Yes, we won." Seeing her sweet smile, Xiaofan too smiled knowingly. Indeed, he hadn't missed the youthful memories.