In most of the large competitions Yi Ming had participated in before, the main theme was "speed."
Before today's official healthy cycling event, there was a small warm-up competition aimed at energizing the atmosphere. As a popular favorite to win the championship, Yi Ming, who was the focus of attention, had naturally already been jokingly "bet on" by his classmates before the start of the race.
"I bet three breakfasts. If Yi Ming wins, you'll have to treat me starting tomorrow."
"I bet on the dark horse Liu Feng. The chips are a week of hot water."
"Hey, who do you think will win? Do you want to place a bet?"
Yi Ming went onto the track to wait for the race. Jiang Wei had just separated from him and walked over to the spectator stand when her arm was grabbed by a group of classmates there to watch the fun.
"Me?"
Jiang Wei was startled for a moment, raising her hand to point at the tip of her nose.
"Yeah, you! Who do you think will win the curved track race later? We've bet on the favorite Yi Ming, and some have bet on others. Do you want in on the action too? Just for fun!"
"But I...didn't bring any money." Jiang Wei smiled shyly. She had left in a hurry and really forgot to bring her wallet.
"Oh, come on, talking about money is so vulgar," the boy to Jiang Wei's right chuckled, raising his hand to tap on the chair, "Look, we've got bets on breakfast, on helping carry water, you think of something you can offer, anything can be a bet."
Jiang Wei hesitated for a moment. She rarely felt such curiosity, but because it concerned Yi Ming, she really couldn't restrain her little red heart.
"I don't have anything I can help you with. If I lose...I'll help you guys get seats in the study room before exams."
Jiang Wei had always been well-behaved all these years and didn't interact with other boys much. It seemed there were only two important things in her life—one was studying, the other was making Yi Ming happy.
Even to this day, the only bet this little girl could think of still had to do with "studying."
The boy laughed when he heard this, knowing the little lass was shy and inarticulate. He stopped teasing her and said, "That works, that works. It's a deal then. I'm a sophomore in the Computer Science Department. I'll have to trouble the little junior to help hold seats later."
Jiang Wei looked up at his words, eyebrows knitted together. "That's not necessarily the case."
"What's not necessarily the case?"
The boys were puzzled.
"I mean," Jiang Wei looked straight at him, unwilling to back down, "the person I bet on won't necessarily lose."
"Oh, the little miss is very confident, huh."
The boy with ash gray short hair who led the betting raised his brows and smiled. "Let me guess who you bet on."
The boy looked around at the few people waiting for the race. He held up one finger and drew it from left to right. "That Liu Feng...definitely not. Chen Ze'an...also no. That big guy definitely not... If I had to say, the one you bet on isn't someone else. It must be that Yi Ming who looks arrogantly determined and is frowning over here looking this way..."
"How...how did you guess?"
Jiang Wei looked at him in surprise.
"You even have to ask?" The boy with ash gray hair smiled like the soft morning sun. "When you placed your bet just now, your eyes had already unconsciously glanced his way. And that guy, don't even mention him. His searching gaze hasn't stopped since you came over here."
Jiang Wei had to admire his powers of observation. And his words also warmed her heart a little.
"Mm."
Jiang Wei gave a faint smile and nodded, affirming his guess.
"You guessed right. The one I bet on...is Yi Ming."