The Xiong Ying Sports Festival arrived as promised.

"Xiaosheng, do you want to go out for a walk? There are many good food stalls outside." Form Into One turned to look at the young man beside him.

Takeshi looked ahead expressionlessly. "The sports festival is about to begin. Do you still want to do something so boring?"

Form Into One puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction. He poked Takeshi's sturdy arm with one hand to vent his anger while typing with the other. [Then I'll ask Mental State and Class Rep.]

The teenager beside him suddenly snatched Form Into One's phone away. "??"

Abduction.

??

This serval brain guanidine hanger?

Kianqi?

Mu Yujun said that Mu Yujun

Form Into One looked at Takeshi with a smile. His eyes showed that he had expected this.

"Tsk."

Takeshi returned the phone to the girl. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You're f * cking relying on me —"

"I'm relying on Xiaosheng to like me!"

Form Into One interrupted him without hesitation. He took over the conversation and turned to face Takeshi. No one could hide the smile on his face.

Hearing his girlfriend's words, Takeshi's expression relaxed a little. He stepped forward and held Form Into One's hand. As she led him around, he suddenly patted her head and said, "Hey, is your hair long?"

Indeed, her hair, which had previously barely passed her ears, was now almost reaching her shoulders.

"Hmm … Indeed."

Form Into One curled the strands of hair by her ear and said with some distress, "It's only been two weeks and it's grown so much … Should I cut it? It'll be inconvenient for the sports festival …"

"Don't cut it," Takeshi said with his hands in his pockets. "Let it grow longer. You'll have a lot of hair like this."

The girl looked at the serious expression on his face and smiled happily. "Okay!" Then she held Takeshi's hand and walked forward. "Let's go back to the resting area!"

In the resting area, the general subjects were rubbing their hands and waiting to enter the venue. Thunderous applause came from outside. They immediately realized that it was Class A who caused it and their faces showed slight displeasure.

When Mike appeared on the stage, his introduction immediately caused the people around him to nag.

"We're just supporting characters."

"How boring …"

[Well, everyone is unhappy. Teacher Mike's personal feelings are really strong...]

Cheng scratched her head in distress, but these thoughts were immediately thrown to the back of her mind. Looking at Midnight, who was standing on the stage and shouting [Contestant's Oath], Cheng clenched her fists and looked at the hero on the stage with sparkling eyes. When she shouted out the name of Mr. Explosive, she could not help but follow Class A with an "Oh —" and knocked on her head with a headache.

Takeshi calmly walked up to the referee's table. Form Into One nodded. "Xiaosheng looks like a street fighter even in his sports uniform … Should I tell him to wear pants next time?"

Takeshi stood on the stage and said nonchalantly, "Swear — I'll definitely be the champion."

All of a sudden, loud boos erupted from the crowd. Obviously, the explosion of wealth had aroused the anger of the crowd. Only Cheng made a different sound. She held her face with both hands, and her cheeks were flushed red.

He's so handsome! "

Her undisguised praise attracted the attention of Class A and they all thought in unison, [She's Takeshi's girlfriend indeed!]

Takeshi didn't care about the crowd's doubts. He turned around and said, "Try your best to be my comfortable stepping stone."

Then, he calmly walked down the stage and stood among the crowd. Form Into One was waving her hands at him excitedly. [Xiaosheng!

So handsome!!]

She mouthed the words silently.

Bao Hao raised the corner of his mouth a little proudly. The surrounding people had already been affected by the two of them constantly exuding the scent of dog food. They all expressed that they were full and couldn't eat anymore.

Midnight on the stage pulled Form Into One's attention back with a whip. "Okay, let's get started!

The first event is the so-called pre-selection. Every year, a large number of students will leave the competition with resentment. "Midnight said loudly," Okay, the first event that will decide our fate. This year … it's him! "

Form Into One looked at the [Obstacle Race] on the screen and secretly sighed in relief. [That's great!

The two weeks of physical training can finally be put to good use!]

Then, she looked at Mental State with a worried expression. "Will Mental State be okay?

As a central control mage, he shouldn't be good at running. "Mental State stared at Form Into One with dead fish eyes. He felt that this kid was trying to anger him to death.

Form Into One followed the crowd to the entrance of the tunnel and secretly prepared herself.