Summer Green Apples

Chi swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It is indeed very obvious.

The eldest son was pampered from birth, spoiled by his parents and grandparents at home, and by his two childhood friends, Xu Jiyang and Li Junyu, at school.

He has everything he wants and has a very high sense of entitlement. He will say what he wants very directly and doesn't know what "being embarrassed" means.

He simply couldn't learn the art of having a crush on someone else.

What you perceive as a secret crush is seen as an open crush by others.

In other words, Ji Xiwen was rather slow-witted and didn't get it at all, which is why she didn't realize it.

"Don't tell anyone," Chi Sui said. "We can't let Ji Xiwen know."

"You might as well say that to Xu Jiyang. I don't have your sister's contact information." Li Junyu patted his shoulder and laughed again. "It's rare. I thought you were going to stay single forever."

"I didn't expect that either." Chi Sui's voice was very low, almost silent.

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Ji Xiwen remained frozen for a long time.

Seeing that she didn't react, Luo Wenjing waved her hand in front of her eyes again, "What's wrong with you?"

"I……"

Ji Xiwen sighed, "It's a long story."

It's nothing, she silently reassured herself, thinking that probably not many people would see it.

She took off her coat slightly and tossed it aside.

Luo Wenjing stood behind her, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as she stared at the clearly visible characters "Chi Sui" on the back of her clothes. "No, Xixi, you..."

"My shirt is dirty and I can't wash it clean, so I can only borrow his," Ji Xiwen explained softly.

"Okay."

Luo Wenjing didn't say anything more.

During a break in the tug-of-war, she couldn't help but glance at Ji Xiwen.

She held the rope with both hands. Although the hem of her sweatshirt was tucked in, revealing her waistline, it was still too big and didn't fit her at all; it looked like someone else's clothes.

In this context, the two words on the back seem to be a declaration of sovereignty.

"..."

She shook her head, seriously suspecting she had been reading too many romance novels.

After lunch, Ji Xiwen received her athlete's number from Qu Ziyi of the Sports Committee.

After Luo Wenjing helped her cover Chi Sui's name with a safety pin behind her back, she finally didn't have to wear a coat anymore.

Ji Xiwen is in the third group, which has ten people.

The high jump, long jump, and shot put were all held at the same time, scattered in different locations on the playground, so everyone watched according to their own interests.

Each of the three projects was funny in its own way, and the number of onlookers was roughly the same.

Of course, many more students just sat there playing on their phones, playing games with their friends.

The first group officially took the stage.

Luo Wenjing quietly asked Ji Xiwen, "Are you nervous?"

"It's alright." Ji Xiwen stretched her legs. "My goal is just to make it to the second round and win a prize, not to win first place."

Pingzhong has many sports students, and each of them has outstanding academic achievements.

Luo Wenjing was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look at her.

Ji Xiwen was staring intently at the players on the field. Her eyelashes were clearly defined, and when she lowered them, they cast thick shadows on her eyelids.

Judging from her appearance, she is a classic pure and beautiful woman with round eyes and small, full lips.

However, she also has a very strong and determined personality.

They are naturally free from internal conflict, have clear goals, and will strive hard to achieve their ideals.

She put in a lot of effort, so she got first place in the liberal arts in her first monthly exam and quickly gained fame.

In the current high jump competition, she has a clear understanding of her position. She only wants to advance to the second round and has no other requirements, so she doesn't feel much psychological pressure.

"I'd be so nervous if it were me," Luo Wenjing whispered. "I'd be terrified of making a fool of myself."

"Even if you embarrass yourself, not many people will remember it," Ji Xiwen said with a smile.

Everyone is the protagonist in their own life; in other people's lives, they're probably not even cannon fodder.

She understood this principle a long time ago.

Because she knew from a very young age that she was not important to her parents.

Zhang Qingyan went on a date with her boyfriend at noon and ate off-campus. She arrived a little late and rushed over, panting, asking, "How did it go? Did you compete?"

"Not yet," Ji Xiwen said. "We're in the second group now, and I'm in the third."

Zhang Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, calming her breathing as she looked at the high jump mat in front of her.

The starting jump for the high jump is one meter, and most participants can clear it; the difference lies in whether their form is aesthetically pleasing.

Each person has only two chances, and the best score will be used. There are nearly ninety participants in total, and as long as the score ranks in the top thirty, they can enter the second round of the competition.

Ji Xiwen observed carefully and found that most of the people in the first two groups were stuck at 1.3 meters.

If she can jump over 1.3 meters, she'll basically have it in the bag.

The referee blew his whistle and raised his megaphone, "Third group, come and line up! Third group, come and line up!"