Chapter 39: The Oppression of the Tomboy

  "What were you doing at school yesterday?" The question sounded lazy and casual, without any intention of inquiring.

  Xiao Wei looked up, not daring to look directly at Xiuyan Chen, and replied very honestly: "I'm practicing running."

  "Are you participating in the long-distance running?" he asked symbolically, no need to guess, he also knew she participated in this competition.

  Xiao Wei revealed a faint smile, nodded slightly, and then buried her head. Now should she speak up to tell the young master that she participated just to give him that prize?

  Lengjing and Jingwan said that they wanted to let the young master know everything she had done for him, but as a girl, how could she say it out loud without seeming to show off intentionally.

  "Go on," Xiu Xiao Chen said calmly and expressionlessly, encouraging him while emphasizing another sentence: "The prize is pretty good."

  When she heard his words, Xiaowei suddenly felt herself filled with strength. It seemed that the young master really wanted that prize, and for him, she went all out.

  "Thank you, young master, for your encouragement. I will work hard." With a bright and cheerful smile, Xiaowei's determination was fully ignited. It seems that she needs to practice even harder today. She must get the prize and give it to the young master, and at that time, she will also give him the love letter.

  To make time for practice, you must be diligent in class, using the breaks to organize all the content, review and preview, so that as soon as school is over, it's practice time.

  "Yo Xi, go to the toilet." As soon as the bell rang, Xiao Wei reported to Xiu Yu Chen that she was going to the toilet, then picked up her book and ran quickly to the toilet.

  Yin Tong saw her running while reading a book after class, looking exhausted. Look at that arrogant young master, he didn't care about her at all, she worked so hard, but he didn't even glance at her.

  Yin Tengyue exhaled, shook his head, and fiddled with the bangs on his forehead. He raised his hand and pointed at Ai Xiyuan: "I'm going to the bathroom, you don't need to follow me."

  He walked past Xiaowei's desk, glancing at Xiuyan Chen with a sidelong glance. It seemed that Xiuyan Chen felt his gaze and looked up to see him, but he disdainfully withdrew his line of sight and walked out of the classroom.

  For the provocative gaze just now, Xiuyao Chen was very calm and didn't take it seriously at all.

  At the entrance of the women's restroom, passing girls couldn't help but stare at Yin Teng Ye and wave at him, trying to get his attention. However, he leaned against the wall, gazing straight ahead, waiting for Zhu Xiao Wei to come out.

  "In 1789, the French Revolution..." Xiaowei muttered to herself as she quickly exited the ladies' restroom and passed by Yinteng Ye without even noticing him. On the other hand, a girl who followed her out immediately spotted him and blushed as she exclaimed: "Young Master Yin! Are you... are you waiting for someone? Waiting for me?"

  The corners of his mouth twitched, giving him a feeling that he was about to hit someone. He didn't give the narcissistic woman any eye contact, and instead coldly snorted as he rushed to Xiao Wei's side and pulled her into a run.

  "Huh? Young Master Yin, ah..." Suddenly being pulled to run, Xiao Wei's footsteps were in disarray as she followed behind, running for a while before stopping after leaving the sight and shouts of those infatuated people.

  Huu... Panting heavily, Xiao Wei covered her chest, feeling quite uncomfortable. In order to keep up with Young Master Yin's pace, she had quickened her speed considerably.

  Yin Teng Ye looked at her with disdain, his hands on his hips: "Look at you, gasping for air like that. You think you can run 10,000 meters? Do you think this kind of practice will be useful? Take a look at yourself."

  He pointed to the playground, where a figure was moving at a steady pace, looking very spirited. As the figure slowly approached, Yin Tongye flashed over and blocked its path, saying: "Hey, you participated in the 10,000-meter long run, right?"

  "Huh?" A girl with well-developed leg muscles, dark skin, and a delicate face, looked up at Yin Tongye and furrowed her brow, asking in a husky voice, "What do you want to do?" The tomboyish image really didn't match that small face.

  Yin Teng pulled Xiao Wei aside and said, "This girl wants the prize for 10,000 meters. Can you give it to her at that time?"

  The tomboy looked at Xiaowei with disdain and asked, "Why? If she wants to, let her participate in the competition herself and defeat me!"

  "Do you think she can beat you? Or else, buy it from your hands, that's all." He took a step back and didn't bother to argue with her.

  "I'm not short of money. If you want it so badly, come and defeat me, humph." The tomboyish girl proudly tossed her head and continued to practice.

  "This woman, really..." Yin Tengye pouted her red lips in distaste, looking at Xiao Wei and sighing: "I think you're done for, don't even think about that prize, you'll never get it, no matter how hard you practice. You're absolutely hopeless at running, just look at you, one lap and you're almost dead."

  Xiao Wei hung her head, the confidence she had just established was shattered. But even so, she didn't want to give up. The young master had already encouraged her, no matter how difficult it was, she wasn't afraid. She couldn't afford to give up halfway.

  "Mr. Yin, aren't you tired of me? Why are you still helping me?" She could see that he was thinking for her sake, and Mr. Yin's concern made her feel unexpected and not very understanding.

  Facing her question, he opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. He let out a sigh and flipped his bangs: "Class is about to start, let's go."

  As he walked ahead, he thought to himself that since the last time he heard she was looking for her birth mother, he had a strange feeling, perhaps it was sympathy for her or maybe because they were somewhat similar.

  It's just because they share a common suffering that he pities her and lends her a helping hand, which should be the reason.

  Yin Teng nodded as he walked, very satisfied with his own explanation in his heart.

  Xiao Wei looked at his back and smiled. Although he was unwilling to say the reason, at least she knew that Mr. Yin didn't really dislike her.

  To avoid herself running and fainting, or falling asleep due to exhaustion, Xiaowei prepared two cans of energizing drinks for herself. Waving goodbye to the young master as he left, she headed towards the playground.

  Doing some warm-up exercises and getting ready to run, she suddenly remembered a question, how did she get back yesterday?

  "Hey, you!" Her right shoulder was suddenly grasped, and the weight in her hand pressed Wei down.

  "Oh?" Turning around in surprise, she saw that it was the muscular, school-uniform-wearing tomboy. This tomboy's strength was really impressive...

  "Hello, what's wrong?" Xiaowei was pressed down and couldn't stand straight, she could only look up at the tomboy.

  "You think you're ready to practice? I'll tell you, with your skills, it's impossible for you to win against me. You'd better give up now." The tomboy warned, intentionally increasing the pressure on her hand, pushing Xiaowei down even lower to show off her strength.

  "Ah..." Xiaowei was pressed down on one knee.