The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Auditorium for outsiders.

Hearing the voice on the radio, Li Nanfeng stretched out his index finger and gently pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose. A coldness appeared in his eyes as dark as the deep sea under the lenses.

The warm gleam shrouded his body but still couldn't dispel his coldness, "Women's three-thousand-meter long-distance race..."

This little girl is so delicate and soft. Wouldn’t she be exhausted after running three thousand meters?

It seems that he must do something...

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When Mu Changying walked to the chief position, she clearly felt a heart-breaking coldness rushing into her heart, and her limbs and bones were all cold and gloomy.

Tassel treasure...

Rong Liyuan sat in his seat with his body slightly tilted and looked attentively at the girl next to him.

His skeletal index finger and thumb overlapped and rubbed, and a cold gloom filled his deep pupils.

The moment their eyes met, Mu Changying clearly saw the worry in his eyes.

She felt warm in her heart and smiled, "Ayuan, you have to believe me."

She will definitely be the most dazzling presence in today's battlefield without gunpowder.

"……good."

Rong Moyuan suppressed the worries in his heart and loosened his intertwined fingers.

If Yingbao wants to try, go for it. This time he is not standing behind her to protect her, but standing at the end of victory to crown her and make her shine!

Their eyes met, and in just a few words they understood what the other was thinking.

Mu Changying passed by him and went to the changing room to change into sportswear, with her number hanging on her back - 7!

Qingjin's girls' sportswear is made of white short-sleeves and shorts made of pure cotton.

The clothes are simple and there are no fancy patterns on them!

When she came to the women's track, the girls participating in the program from the five schools looked at her with envy and a bit of ridicule.

"Hey, is there no one at Qingjin High School? They sent such a little girl to participate in the three-thousand-meter long-distance race."

"Looking at her look, you might have thought she was here to participate in a beauty pageant."

"Who are you dressing like this to seduce? A slutty vixen!"

"Hey, look, brother Xun is coming this way! Will he cheer us up before the game starts? If so, it makes sense. This little hoof just wants to rely on us. Seduce the male god with your coquettish and pure appearance!"

"Bah, he looks so human, but he turns out to be a scheming bitch!"

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The group of girls who were whispering and talking to each other were the participants in the women's 3,000-meter long-distance race.

There are two participants from each school in a group, with a total of ten participants from the five schools.

Because three thousand meters consumes too much physical energy, there is no semi-finals and the winner is decided directly in one round.

At this time, this group of girls in their prime shared the same hatred, hugging each other and standing isolated from the girls next to them.

This girl seems to have her own light. She stands out in the crowd and can outshine those around her without making any extra moves.

Her skin is like cream, white and rosy, and she is so delicate and soft that people can't take their eyes away.

Those long, slender, white legs were so enviable that the river overflowed, and the walls of the moat were washed away by the river water.

Maybe it’s because everyone has a tendency to climb up and do evil, but the voices of these little girls’ discussions did not decrease but became louder and louder.

"Tsk...this twisted little face is so ugly~"

When Mu Changying heard this deliberately embarrassing voice, the smile on her lips became sweeter.

She held her chin with one hand and walked slowly towards where the group of girls were.

"Snapped--"

As soon as she took a step forward, a crisp sound fell into her ears!