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

Su Qinghe was wearing a light white pleated skirt with a white short-sleeved shirt, a thin sports jacket over it, and sneakers.

It's as if I predicted in advance that I would be exercising on the playground today.

She zipped up her coat to her chest, revealing a section of her fair neck.

When bending over to stretch her legs, her ponytail slips down from her shoulders and hangs beside her ears, the ends swaying gently.

Jiang Che's gaze involuntarily lingered on the swaying ends of her hair.

After Su Qinghe finished a few side lunges, she straightened up and found Jiang Che staring at her blankly.

She looked down at herself following his gaze, but didn't find anything wrong.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at your hair tie," Jiang Che said without changing his expression. "You changed to a light blue one today, it looks good."

Su Qinghe reached up and touched the hair tie at the back of her head; it was indeed light blue.

This morning before leaving the house, she spent a long time looking in front of the jewelry box and finally chose this one decorated with daisies.

She pursed her lips, feeling a little pleased that Jiang Che had noticed such a small detail.

But at the same time, I feel that his focus is really off track.

"Can you be serious for once?" Su Qinghe stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "We're here to train, not on a date."

"You can look at the hair tie during training," Jiang Che said matter-of-factly. "It doesn't matter."

"Weren't you my girlfriend during training?"

Su Qinghe had no choice but to snort and take his hand, walking towards the track.

"I'll start with a slow jog to warm up, then do some simple stretches, and then run 800 meters to test the waters. What do you think?"

"I'll listen to you, Coach Su."

Su Qinghe's ears burned with amusement at his address of "Coach Su." She glared at him, let go of his hand, and began to jog slowly along the track.

Jiang Che followed beside her, slowing his pace considerably to make sure he could keep up.

His legs were a bit longer than Su Qinghe's, and he could keep up with her jogging pace at a normal walking speed. Walking next to her was like taking a stroll.

Su Qinghe noticed the gap after running less than 100 meters, turned to look at him, and looked a little depressed.

"You don't need to run so fast, just keep up with me at a steady pace."

Jiang Che: ?

Even so, he obediently moved half a body length to the left, maintaining a position behind her to the left.

The two quickly ran half a lap.

Su Qinghe discovered that her condition was not as bad as she had imagined.

My legs didn't feel weak, and I wasn't short of breath.

It seems the foundation is still intact.

Although Jiang Che has made her quite lazy in the past few months, the foundation she laid in the past is not so easy to completely disappear.

This made Su Qinghe feel a little more at ease.

After completing one lap, the two returned to the bench to stretch.

Su Qinghe propped her legs up on the back of the chair to stretch, and as she bent her body downwards, the hem of her skirt lifted slightly, revealing her plump thighs.

Jiang Che was standing to the side drinking water when he saw this. He immediately went over, took off his coat, and tied it around Su Qinghe's waist.

He then stepped back to the side, his gaze moving from her ankles to her calves, and then back to her face.

Su Qinghe noticed his gaze and looked up at him.

The two stared at each other for two seconds.

Jiang Che's lips twitched, revealing a malicious smile.

Su Qinghe had a premonition of what he was going to say.

"My girlfriend is so cute even when she's doing leg stretches."

really.

Su Qinghe put her legs off the back of the chair and stared at him with a reproachful look: "You promised me."

"What did you promise?"

"Don't look at me like that."

"I couldn't control myself," Jiang Che handed her the mineral water bottle. "You have to understand, my girlfriend is Su Qinghe. No one could control themselves in this situation."

Su Qinghe took the water bottle and took a small sip, trying hard to keep a straight face from laughing.

But the curve of her eyes betrayed her.

"Don't say anything when we run the 800 meters later," Su Qinghe shoved the water bottle back into his hand. "Just run quietly with me. You're not allowed to compliment me on being cute, you're not allowed to say any cheesy pickup lines, and you're not allowed to look at me like you're looking at Hakimi."

"Which kind of look was it when they were looking at Hakimi?"

"Just like you right now."

Jiang Che touched his face; he really didn't know what kind of look he was giving.

Just looking at her makes me feel comfortable.

This feeling is hard to describe in words.

It's like snuggling up on the sofa in winter, covered with a blanket, with snow falling outside, the heating on inside, and a cup of hot cocoa beside you.

Just being there makes me feel warm all over.

"Alright, let's begin," Su Qinghe stood in front of the starting line, took a deep breath, "It's my first trial run, so I don't need to focus on speed. I want to see how I am right now."

Jiang Che stood slightly behind and to her right: "I'll follow you on your right."

Su Qinghe nodded, staring at the track ahead, silently simulating the rhythm of the 800 meters in her mind.

You need to stay steady on the first bend and not go too fast.

Maintain speed for the middle few hundred meters.

The final 200 meters were a final sprint.

She can still recall most of what her former PE teacher taught her.

"Ready—run!"

Su Qinghe gave herself a command and ran out.

She ran the first 200 meters smoothly.

He maintained a good breathing rhythm and his steps were relatively light.

When they reached 300 meters, Su Qinghe's breathing began to become heavy.

It wasn't too obvious, but I could feel that I was inhaling much deeper than before.

Four hundred meters.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Su Qinghe's forehead, a few strands of hair stuck to her temples, and her ponytail swung back and forth behind her head.

Her breathing became somewhat rapid and erratic, and her arms swung more wildly than before.

500 meters.

My calves started to ache.

This soreness spreads from the calf muscle to the entire back of the calf, and each step requires a little more effort than the previous one.

Su Qinghe bit the inside of her lip, forcing herself to maintain her speed and not slow down.

Six hundred meters.

The lungs started to protest.

Each breath felt like pouring cold water into my chest, and my throat felt tight and dry.

Her pace slowed down without her even realizing it.

Jiang Che stayed quietly by her side, without saying a word or giving her any strange looks.

He only slightly adjusted his pace as Su Qinghe's speed decreased, always maintaining a distance of half a body length from her.

700 meters.

The final sprint.

Su Qinghe gritted her teeth and began to accelerate.

The swing of the arms increased, the knees were raised higher, and the force of the feet pushing off the ground was also greater than before.

She could hear her own heart pounding wildly in her eardrums, and her blood rushing through her veins.

In the last 100 meters of the straightaway, she squeezed out all her remaining strength. Her legs were so stiff they were almost mechanical, but her speed was still increasing.

As she crossed the finish line, Su Qinghe staggered forward several steps.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, Jiang Che caught him by the waist from the side.