You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"I don't think I can even run 400 meters now."

Su Qinghe buried her face in her arms, her voice muffled.

Jiang Che looked at her self-loathing expression and reached out to ruffle her hair: "It's not that exaggerated. Isn't going up and down the stairs every day a form of exercise?"

"It's only a few steps."

Su Qinghe raised her face and gave him a long, quiet look: "Besides, you always carry me when I get tired, so I don't even walk properly."

Jiang Che opened his mouth to argue, but found himself speechless.

Because that's exactly what he did.

Every time Su Qinghe said her legs were sore, his first reaction was to pick her up, either in a princess carry or on his back.

Basically, they wouldn't let her walk on her own.

At the time, I thought I was spoiling her, but looking back now, it seems I did spoil her a bit too much.

"So... you can practice these next few days?"

Jiang Che suggested, "There are still three days until next Monday. Let's get used to the pace of the 800 meters in advance, so it won't be too difficult on the day."

Su Qinghe considered the suggestion carefully and nodded.

Then she reached out and tugged at Jiang Che's sleeve, her eyes turning serious: "You'll practice with me."

"no problem."

"Starting today."

"OK."

"I have to practice every day."

"it is good."

"You're not allowed to complain that I'm slow."

"How could I possibly complain that you run too slowly?"

Jiang Che smiled and pinched her cheek: "Even if you walk, I'll be right next to you."

Su Qinghe then loosened her grip on his sleeve with satisfaction, but then remembered something and her expression became wary: "Also, you're not allowed to look at me like that when I'm running."

Jiang Che was taken aback: "What kind of look?"

"That kind of thing."

Su Qinghe pursed her lips, a slight blush creeping onto her cheeks: "When I was panting and out of breath from running, you were standing next to me with an expression that said, 'How come my girlfriend is so cute even when she's running?'"

Jiang Che fell silent.

He does seem to show that kind of expression whenever Su Qinghe does anything.

But you can't blame him. His girlfriend is adorable no matter how he looks at her. Isn't that normal?

I'll try my best to control it.

Jiang Che said sincerely.

Su Qinghe glanced at him suspiciously, clearly not quite believing his assurance, but she didn't press the matter further.

She put the iPad back into her bag, stood up, and said to Jiang Che, "Let's do it now. We don't have classes this afternoon, so let's go to the track and run a couple of laps to get used to it."

Jiang Che also stood up: "So eager?"

"Starting early will yield results sooner."

Su Qinghe slung her bag over her shoulder, her expression unusually serious: "I don't want to collapse on the ground while running on the playground next Monday and then have you carry me to the infirmary."

"The whole grade will be posting on the forum saying 'The goddess of Peking University was carried by her boyfriend during the physical fitness test,' it'll be so embarrassing."

Jiang Che imagined the scene and couldn't help but chuckle.

Su Qinghe glared at him, her eyes fierce, but in Jiang Che's eyes, she looked just like Hakimi getting angry.

The two packed their things and left the library.

On the way to the playground, Su Qinghe kept mentally preparing herself.

It's okay. Although I haven't exercised in a long time, I still have the physical foundation. Running 800 meters shouldn't kill me.

Moreover, with Jiang Che by my side, he can help me run even when I can't run anymore.

Thinking of this, Su Qinghe secretly turned her head to glance at Jiang Che walking next to her.

Against the afternoon sunlight, his profile was edged with a light golden light.

An indescribable emotion welled up in Su Qinghe's heart.

She actually knew that her current "regressed" state was largely due to Jiang Che's pampering.

They spoiled her rotten. She would pout and cry at the slightest grievance. The Su Qinghe who used to be able to stand up to the whole world now gets anxious for days before even running 800 meters.

But she didn't dislike the change.

The feeling of being pampered by Jiang Che was just too wonderful.

He was so good to her that she was willing to become a little girl who needed to be taken care of, so good that she was willing to take off all her hard shell and give her softest self into his hands.

However, dependence is dependence.

She didn't want to become a delicate person who would get out of breath after running just a few steps.

How will we protect Jiang Che in the future?

Although Jiang Che doesn't seem to need her protection much.

But what if?

If Jiang Che were to encounter danger one day, she couldn't just stand by and watch.

Therefore, she must run well in this physical test.

Not for any other reason than to prove that I am not completely useless.

Su Qinghe clenched her fist silently in her heart, her gaze becoming firm.

Jiang Che noticed the change in her expression and turned to ask, "What are you thinking about now?"

"I wasn't thinking about anything."

Su Qinghe quickly composed herself, took Jiang Che's arm, and quickened her pace: "Let's go, I need three days to regain my former glory."

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow: "What was so special about you back then?"

Su Qinghe raised her chin, her tone unusually tinged with pride: "The sports meet, I actually won a medal in the women's 800 meters, have you forgotten?"

"Oh, you mean this? Of course I haven't forgotten, third place."

Jiang Che did remember.

At that time, he and Su Qinghe didn't pay any special attention to each other; they were just ordinary friends.

When Su Qinghe heard Jiang Che say that he still remembered, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, a moment of surprise flashing in her eyes.

She hadn't expected Jiang Che to actually remember.

Back then, they barely exchanged a few words a day. Jiang Che was always around Lin Wanwan, while she could only sit in the corner and watch him silently.

Jiang Che actually remembered which place she got at the sports meet.

This feeling of being cared for gave her a sweet, secret joy.

The two walked along the Ginkgo Avenue toward the East Track and Field Stadium.

The capital city was already a bit chilly at the end of October. Most of the ginkgo trees on both sides of the road had lost most of their leaves, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of golden yellow.

Su Qinghe walked on the fallen leaves, listening to the rustling sound of her shoes, and felt much better than she had been in the library.

She's thought it through.

It's only 800 meters, what's there to be afraid of?

It's just being out of breath.

It's just that your legs feel weak after running.

Anyway, with A-Che by my side, I can just let him carry me back when I can't run anymore.

Anyway, he's so strong, carrying me shouldn't be too difficult for him.

Su Qinghe secretly prepared an escape route in her mind, and the expression on her face relaxed.

When I entered the track and field stadium, there were many students running on the synthetic track.

People jogged or walked briskly around the track in twos and threes.

People were sitting and chatting on the grass in the middle of the playground, while some boys were juggling a soccer ball.

Su Qinghe put her bag on the bench by the playground, bent down to stretch her legs, and moved her ankles a few times.

Jiang Che stood beside her watching her warm up.