On the track of the playground, the teenager stood on the innermost yet the farthest fifth lane. The loose white short-sleeve occasionally fluttered in the wind, revealing his cold starry eyes and his exquisitely handsome face.
The long legs wrapped in black nine-point sports pants were being slightly stretched by the teenager. After loosening the tendons, he lazily stood up and shuffled to adapt to the track under his feet.
"Kid, you’re here for your brother’s sports meet, right?" an extremely burly man next to him grinned at Bi Xia.
Glancing at the man, Bi Xia rolled his eyes and lazily replied, "Yes, uncle. You’re here for your kid’s sports meet, right?"
Uncle: ... If not for my son, then for someone else’s son...
After just finishing his sarcasm, the uncle instantly realized the ambiguity in his own words. Looking at the teenager’s indifferent expression, he scratched his head and chuckled. Wasn’t his question just nonsense? This kid looks like he’s not yet an adult. If he’s not here for his younger brother or sister, could it really be his son? Hahaha.
With this thought, the uncle laughed and said, "Kid, do you have confidence to win? Don’t let us adults beat you and have your brother crying."
"Uncle," Bi Xia paused and turned his gaze to the man, his little face expressionless, "do you have paper?"
"Huh?" The uncle was baffled.
Bi Xia smiled slightly, "I think, in a while, your son might need paper to wipe his tears and snot."
Before the uncle could respond, the preparation signal sounded. The children and parents around the playground involuntarily held their breath, their eyes fixed on the front without blinking.
Holding his brother’s jacket, Bi Xiaoyuan was standing beside Bi Xia on the inner side of the playground. His little face was flushed with fear that he might accidentally make a sound and affect Bi Xia.
As if seeing Bi Xiaoyuan’s look, Bi Xia, who was originally staring ahead, suddenly curled his lips, turned his head towards Bi Xiaoyuan, winked, and made a pop sound, "Believe in me."
Nodding heavily, Bi Xiaoyuan shouted loudly, "Believe in brother!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bang sounded. His brother stretched out his long arm, made a thumbs-up gesture at him, and then instantly started running forward.
At the moment the teenager started running, Bi Xiaoyuan crouched down and shouted loudly, "Brother, go for it!"
He stood up and quickly ran forward. His eyes firmly fixed on the teenager’s figure. Because he started late, the teenager ranked third. His pace seemed slow but extremely relaxed, steadily holding the third position.
Since it was an 800-meter race, Bi Xia was not in a hurry and just followed closely behind the second place. The first place was the uncle who had spoken earlier.
Bi Xiaoyuan jogged forward, already showing the potential for long legs at a young age. He left the others behind and just kept chasing his brother.
With a lap and a half left, Bi Xiaoyuan watched Bi Xia surpass the second place and easily come beside him. He wanted to catch up with his brother. As he watched his brother getting farther away, Bi Xiaoyuan grew anxious, "Brother! Ah!"
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With his mouth puckered, Bi Xiaoyuan lay on the ground, his eyes red. Finished, he made a fool of himself. He actually fell down...
Suddenly, a pair of hands instantly lifted him from the ground. When he stood up again, Bi Xiaoyuan stared blankly at his brother who was kneeling on one knee, frowning at his scraped knee, murmuring, "Brother..."
The teenager helplessly patted off the black rubber particles, "Bi Xiaoyuan, can you stop worrying me?"
With a pouted mouth, Bi Xiaoyuan wiped his tears, "Sorry, brother. I was just too anxious..."
"Bi Xiaoyuan, why are you rushing? It’s my competition. Now you’ve fallen, right!" Bi Xia frowned tightly, angrily tapping Bi Xiaoyuan’s forehead.
"I was afraid that if you ran too fast, I wouldn’t find you," Bi Xiaoyuan lowered his head. "Brother, why are you here? The race..."
"I saw a little bun lying on the ground from the corner of my eye. If I didn’t come over, would you just cry here by yourself?"
Hearing that his brother turned back because of him, Bi Xiaoyuan looked at the increasingly distant group. His tears began to flow like little beans, "Sorry, brother. It’s all my fault that you cannot get the first place."
Bi Xia sighed, patted the little bun’s head, and softly said, "Be good, wait for me at the finish line. I promise, the first person you see at the finish line will definitely be me."