Deliberate Mark

worse, “Correction, this is my bed.”

“How can it be your…” Gu Ang rubbed his face and carefully surveyed the quilt covering his body.

The dark gray sheet really didn’t seem to be his.

Gu Ang’s face was a bit embarrassed, “Sorry, I drank too much.” It wasn’t very polite to occupy someone else’s bed, so he added, “Where did you sleep last night?”

“I didn’t sleep much.” Ye Fei vaguely muttered.
He had smoked all night to hide from a certain cat. 

That cat, or white peach oolong scent.

Gu Ang thought that Ye Fei, who loved to keep his distance from people, might not be able to sleep in his bed anymore.
His heart was filled with even more guilt, “Don’t worry.
For today’s combat class, I’ll cover for you.”

“Thank you.” Ye Fei rubbed his brow, stood up and pulled open his closet to change his clothes, “Let’s go, we’re going to be late.”

By the time the two arrived at Red Flame training ground number three, it was packed to the brim with people.
The entire freshman class was here, and the crowd seemed to be bustling with people, each with their fists in the air.

Bai SiNing’s curiosity grew as he watched the incredibly lively Gu Ang and the yawning Ye Fei walk by.
He put his arm around Gu Ang’s shoulder, “What happened yesterday?”

“What else? I took a shower and went to bed.” Gu Ang squinted at him.

Bai SiNing was puzzled, “No, what did you do to God Ye? He looks so sleepy.”

“I guess he didn’t sleep well.” Gu Ang was a bit vain and changed the subject, “When is it going to start?”

“Soon.” Bai SiNing looked at the scenery next to the training ground, with a kind of pride of inspecting his own rivers and mountains, “Look at how green our Red Flame mountains are, how spiritual the water is, and how good the people are.”

He patted his chest after saying that.

Gu Ang was amused at this person who acted like a fool.
Dumb in the head, but also cute.

A man with an inch haircut walked up to the podium slowly with his hands behind his back, “Hello everyone, I am Qin Yang, the class teacher of Class A.
I’m the supervisor of this competition.
This is Class S’ teacher Wang Chuang.
Teacher Wang will explain the rules related to this class rivalry rally.”

Qin Yang smiled and bowed slightly, gesturing Wang Chuang to the stage.

Wang Chuang frowned, and felt that the smiles of this class teacher held a strange meaning in it.

It’s creepy. Wang Chuang secretly spat this sentence in his heart.
He took a big step to the front of the stage and took the microphone from Qin Yang’s hand, “Then I’ll explain the rules of this cross-class competition, this time it’s mainly based on…”

Several teachers from other classes lowered their voices next to each other, and their expressions flashed calculatingly.

“Has the greeting been made?”

“Don’t worry, the other classes have already been informed.”

“What did they say?”

“They agreed to our proposal…”

Offstage, Gu Ang, who had a hangover, felt a splitting headache and pulled Bai SiNing next to him, asking, “Class representative, what did Teacher Wang say in the middle of the day? Summarize.”

Bai SiNing: “????”

So arrogant, did you not fucking listen to the rules?

Inwardly he was complaining, but his mouth was moving non-stop, “It’s very simple, the class rally race is divided into two parts.
The first half is a four-person chariot mudslide mob race.
The second half is a two-person three-legged race.
Based on which group of each class arrives first at the end will determine the final winner.”

Gu Ang was speechless.
Who came up with this shitty name?

“Then, we will give you five minutes to form your teams, and after five minutes, please gather at the starting point.” Wang Chuang said, then walked towards the meeting place first.

“Ang!!!!! You’re my father!!!!”

“Got it, go get three more people.” Gu Ang dropped his eyes and kicked Bai SiNing who was squatting down fiercely to hold his leg, and was sort of defeated by this stalker Beta.

The four-man chariot mudslide mob, as the name implied, was set up with four people underneath as wheels, while the top needed a driver to command.
This was a group competition that tested teamwork, partner cooperation, and impromptu reactions.

It didn’t take long for three students to follow Bai SiNing.
The five of them talked while walking and finally decided that Gu Ang, the strongest warrior, should be the chariot rider.
The others formed a team and soon arrived at the start.

Gu Ang put his hands in his sports pockets and took a quick look at the group divisions.

As expected, apart from himself, Ye Fei was the first team in Class S.
The “four kings” formed a team with their junior brothers.
In total, there were six teams on their side of the camp.
Their opponents were the ninety-four teams from other classes.

Gu Ang was about to get on the chariot when he saw Ye Fei, who was passing by him, suddenly stop in his tracks.

Bai SiNing apologized and explained, “God Ye, we’re all here.”

Ye Fei let out a hmm, “Let’s go for it.”

“Go for it.” Gu Ang returned perfunctorily, looking at him like he was crazy.
Did you turn your head over just to say this?

The sudden concern of this classmate, really flattering.

Ye Fei’s eyes fell on his white neck.
He hesitated for a few seconds, but still leaned over in public.
He took a breath and sniffed, sensing a very light and faint white peach oolong, fleeting.
But this time, it wasn’t an illusion.

As if to be sure, Ye Fei lowered his voice, “After the game, pay attention.” He coughed lightly, “I wanted to tell you in the morning.
Your pheromone seems to have spread out.”