The Final Match

He Miao saw that the direction was different from what she expected and asked in confusion, "Where are you taking me?"

Jing Yan lowered his eyes to look at her. His voice was calm, but his heart was beating faster. "I'll be running from here. Take a good picture of me. If you don't, I'll complain to Grandpa."

He Miao pursed her lips. She had no choice but to lower her head while she was injured.

Her leg was injured and she could not move, so she could not refute him. She let him put her on a chair near the track, and his phone was stuffed into her hand.

When Mu Xiao saw that he had returned, he hurriedly ran over and said, "Hurry up and go to the teacher to get your number . It's about to start."

Jing Yan nodded slightly. He looked at He Miao, who was sitting in his seat and could not go anywhere. Suddenly, he was in a good mood. He snorted and turned to report to the teacher.