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Chapter 171: How to Let Go of Love (3)

  Tang Yu nodded helplessly with a mixture of laughter and tears.

  The judge waved his flag and blew his whistle, and a large group of people ran out.

  Su Year and Zhu Cheng completely lost their fighting spirit, slowly running behind, just like taking a stroll from the nursing home.

  The distance between front and back gradually became farther and farther apart.

  Half an hour later, the team had dispersed and it was hard to find anyone. Su Niannian was in the last position, among the dozen or so people running at the front were Gu Zichen, Chen Yuan, Ye Xingyu, Tang Yu and several others.

  A boy fell down and sprained his ankle because he accidentally tripped over a stone by the roadside due to using too much force.

  Gu Zichen furrowed his brow, thinking of Su Nian's foot.

  That day he remembered very clearly, Su Year should have sprained her ankle.

  These two days she didn't say anything, but it can be seen that her gait is a bit unnatural.

  Is she able to run down such a long marathon?

  He looked around and, as expected, he would be the champion of this game.

  But he didn't want to win.

  He remembered Su Year saying that winning or losing wasn't the most important thing, what mattered was whether the process was enjoyable.

  Even if he wins now, he still won't feel any joy of victory, just like yesterday's basketball game.

  He stopped in his tracks and ran back.

  Chen Yuan yelled at him in confusion: "Where are you going?"

  Gu Zi Chen didn't respond and his figure gradually disappeared from their line of sight.

  ——

  Su Niannian was panting heavily as he ran, and Zhu Cheng also didn't look good, going somewhere to catch his breath.

  "Pigs... Brother Pigs, how much longer can we run? I'm about to collapse..." Su Nian said weakly.

  "Huffing and puffing on top of the wall, 'We've only run less than a third, Emma, no way, let's take a break.'"

  A few other decadent fat men in the back row raised their hands in agreement, and several people huddled together to rest by a small flower bed on the side of the road.

  The teachers at the back of the team couldn't help but rush forward and urge: "Hey, hey, you guys hurry up, you're all falling behind, do you still have any ambition?"

  Su Nian's inner monologue: If they had any ambition, they wouldn't be lagging behind like this!

  From afar, Gu Zichen had already spotted Su Nianian in the crowd.

  She sat on the edge of the flower bed, still holding a can of Coke in her hand, and with one hand she took over the sausage handed to her by Zhuo Cheng, eating it with great relish.

  He let out a somewhat helpless sigh and walked over to Su Nianian.

  "Gu Zi Chen, how did you get here?" Su Nian asked while biting on a sausage.

  Gu Zhichen glanced at her with a hint of disdain: "Su Nianian, are you a pig or something? You've only run so far and you're already stopping to rest?"

  Su Nian glanced at Gu Zichen's long legs with a hint of resentment and grievance, his legs were long and unruly, but she couldn't compare to him!

  "I'm just a weak and chubby guy, can't run..."

  Several onlookers left under Zhuo Cheng's lead, leaving only Su Nianian and Gu Zichen behind.

  Gu Zi Chen glanced at her ankle and asked: "Is your foot still hurting?"

  Su Shu shook her head, but in fact, the pain had been getting worse over the past two days. She thought it was still within a tolerable range, so she didn't go see a doctor or tell anyone about it.

  Gu Zichen crouched beside her, leaving only his clean and slender side face, with features as sharp as a knife.

  His voice was cool in the gentle breeze, with a rare warmth, "Come on, I'll carry you."

  "Bang—" Su Nian's hand shook and the half-eaten sausage fell to the ground with a "bang".

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  Author's note: Due to military training, I've been quite tired lately, and today's update is late, sorry.

  (End of chapter)