Chapter 15: A Match for the Chess Master

  Xi Xi returned to the classroom area when the competition had just begun, and she signed up for a 1500m event that would take place in the afternoon. From now until the afternoon, she didn't have to run around like a referee or assist Xian Miao in controlling the whole scene, but instead sat in class, repeatedly urged by Uncle Guo to write an article.

  She had just solved Chen Yan's problem, and she seemed to have put down a big stone, and her mood also became cheerful. She looked around in the second class team, searching for Lu Dongqi's figure.

  In the second row, Shen Luoyao stood out in her white dress and pink skirt. She looked at the stool and then at her own short skirt, unable to decide whether to sit or stand. Lu Dongqi casually tossed his jacket over to her, and Luoyao's face turned red as she smiled gratefully at him, covering her legs with the jacket before daring to sit down.

  It's probably because of the coat he handed over with ease, probably from the eyebrows that rose when he smiled, some people, the warmth unique to him can unknowingly bewitch people's hearts.

  This scene was warm in Shen Luoyao's eyes, but it was cold in Xia Xixi's eyes.

  She snorted, turned her head away and refused to look that way again. She picked up the pen and scribbled circles and crosses on the paper she was originally going to submit, muttering to herself, "Hmph, you're all bad people."

  Sitting properly in the audience seat for a short while, Xi Xi couldn't help but get up, making an excuse to deliver a manuscript, and ran quickly towards Xin Miao.

  Next to the rostrum, the host was reading out loud with great enthusiasm and patience, it's hard for them to read so passionately when facing a thousand identical scripts copied from Baidu.

  Xin Qian helped to review the manuscript on the side, Xi Xi handed over the manuscript in her hand and gave a wink, "Our class's manuscript, you understand." Xin Qian took it over, weighed it in her hand, and sighed: "So many."

  "Mr. Guo devoted all his enthusiasm to urging everyone to write drafts, the sports committee searched for motivational speeches for the sports meeting online, and the rest of the class was busy writing drafts in a rush."

  "It's not that necessary, our class will definitely get the spiritual civilization award." Xuanmei flipped through the documents with her hands, pulled out a sheet and scanned it for a few seconds, then handed it to Xixi with a joyful expression.

  A dragon flying and a phoenix dancing in the wild cursive script, a poem bursts forth on the paper:

  Donkey running in the fields, you look like;

  Vibrant and lively fish, you are;

  Soft and delicate joy floats in the water light of your expected destination.

  One tree after another blooms with flowers

  It's the cow's bellowing on the ground

  You are love, warmth and hope.

  You're an athlete runner!

  Go for it, athlete!

  "This kind of absurd rhetoric and logically confusing writing style, apart from Tang Gongzi, I think no one else can handle it." Xi Xi immediately made a judgment.

  "What's so funny?" Cheng Mu asked, walking over curiously as he saw the two little girls laughing uncontrollably.

  "Senior, let's appreciate this rare article together." XiXi handed him the manuscript.

  "Marvelous! The author of this article is a mastermind, using allusions skillfully and vividly. The last sentence 'Come on, athletes!' is the finishing touch to the whole text, leaving readers with a lingering aftertaste. It's indeed a masterpiece that combines realism and fantasy." Cheng Mu pointed at the manuscript, chatting and laughing freely.

  "Sharp, Academician is indeed Tang Tiancheng's kindred spirit." Xi Xi couldn't help but praise, this method that seemed like flattery but was actually belittling, was used by Cheng Mu with great finesse.

  "If you appreciate it so much, then go to the broadcasting room and read this script yourself." Xuan Mei looked at Cheng Mu, smiling with curved eyebrows.

  It's too sinister, XiXi sighed silently, why did Her Majesty the Queen unleash such a deadly move?

  "I can't get the flavor out of it by myself, let's read it together." Cheng Mu made a inviting gesture to her.

  Xi Xi watched them walk towards the broadcasting room, and four words flashed in her mind: "A worthy opponent has appeared."

  Two people sat in front of the radio station, and the male host Wang Yao, who was pushed to one side, took a glance at the script placed between Cheng Mu and Xing Mian. He had an expression that seemed like he was about to cry, and he pulled on Cheng Mu's sleeve: "Cheng Mu, we're from the same dormitory, I've warmed your bed for so long, no merit but hard work, you can't harm me, okay?"

  Cheng Mu patted his shoulder, and his eyes clearly conveyed the message that if gay friends didn't go to hell, who would.

  He exchanged a glance with Xingmian, took the microphone, and spoke in a rich, magnetic male voice, with a hint of a smile. "The stirring melody is the hymn of youth"

  The great god is indeed not easy to mess with, just now said it was still a joint recitation script, as soon as he opened his mouth, he actually organized the sentence himself, and XiXi couldn't help but wipe sweat for Xian Cui.

  It turned out her worries were completely unnecessary.

  "With sweat and toil, I write the poem of my dreams." Xian Miao continued calmly, picking up where Cheng Mu had left off.

  Their conversation flowed smoothly, like a well-rehearsed script. The two of them took turns speaking, each sentence complementing the other's, as if they were reciting a poem together for a full five minutes. Although their words seemed to be laced with a hint of tension, the looks in their eyes revealed only mutual admiration for each other.

  At noon break, Wang Yao approached Cheng Mu with a boxed lunch. He looked at the meat in his own bowl and then at Cheng Mu's, feeling it was unfair. They were clearly eating the same meal, but Cheng Mu's bowl was full of meat, while he only had three and a half pieces. Seizing the opportunity, he snatched two pieces from under Cheng Mu's chopsticks. Cheng Mu looked at him with disdain, "Yao, you're getting more and more shameless."

  "Don't call me sister!" Someone with a mouthful of meat was poked in the vital spot and immediately blew up.

  "Who was it that said they would keep me warm in bed for a long time this morning?"

  Wang Yao swallowed the meat in his mouth, as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked at Cheng Mu with an excited face. "The little beauty who recited impromptu poetry with you this morning was called Liu Xuanman, what do you think about me chasing her?"

  "No way." Cheng Mu focused on eating his boxed lunch without even looking at him.

  "What's wrong with it? I think we're quite a good match."

  "First you snatch the meat from my bowl, now you're after the girl I've got my eyes on?" Cheng Mu raised his head to look at him, raising an eyebrow with a "just try it" expression.

  Yao's sister stuffed a piece of meat into her mouth and honestly dispelled the idea.

  Xi Xi had signed up for the 1500m race, but this was completely a decision made under Xian Mei's strong persuasion and on a whim. She hadn't even practiced a few times, let alone reached the level of the school team in terms of speed.

  The 1500m race for girls had few sign-ups, with only seven people in the whole school, so they didn't divide into grades and just ran together. The high first grade took up four spots, including two school team players, so XiXi's goal was not to strive for first place, but to try to get third place among the first graders on the condition of running the full race.

  When signing up, Xian Mo's various boasts said that as long as she participated, there would be a prize. Although this statement was not false, at that time, how could she have expected that the person competing with her for third place was none other than Jiang Yan, whom she had just clashed with in the morning.

  Two people standing at the starting line, haven't started running yet, but in the instant their eyes met, sparks flew and a strong smell of gunpowder wafted through the air.

  "A crazy person who hurts others at will" a resentful thought.

  "Snatched away Ayang's older brother by a seductress", another one full of vinegar.