Chapter 73 – Of Course It’s Me
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The fairy senior didn’t join the morning run today—obviously, she was visiting a relative.
After his run, Luo Ye grabbed breakfast from the cafeteria and headed to the teachers’ apartments to deliver it. He knocked softly on the door of room 614 and called, “Senior?” When there was no answer, he slipped in quietly, assuming she was still sleeping.
He placed the breakfast on the table, checked the clock, and realized class was about to start, so he rushed toward the lecture hall.
It was Wednesday; the sports meet opening ceremony was next Tuesday. Time was tight, so Luo Ye used every spare moment to train. He knew that even miracles might not change much in just half a month, but he still gave it his all. The senior had promised a reward, giving him even more incentive.
After his afternoon class, Luo Ye sprinted back to the track. The athletics club was already training, as many participants were using the field to prepare for the upcoming meet.
Because Luo Ye arrived punctually every day, the club members knew him. He had even become friendly with Yu Qiu‑Yu, who invited him to join their training.
Club president Meng Chao appreciated Luo Ye’s consistency, even though his athletic potential was minimal.
So Luo Ye followed the club’s group, running behind them. For the club, it was just a warm‑up; for him, it felt like the pinnacle. Ordinary people can’t keep up with dedicated athletes without talent and daily effort.
After finishing his lap, Yu Qiu‑Yu crouched in front of him. “Student, you’re working so hard—any particular goal?”
“Yeah,” Luo Ye replied, “I promised someone I’d place in the top three for the 3 km.”
Yu Qiu‑Yu’s eyes widened in surprise. “Top three? Our club only has three runners, but the whole school has over sixty entrants. Honestly, even the president isn’t confident we’ll make the podium.”
She reminded him that the race would be chaotic, with many dropping out mid‑way. Luo Ye remembered his coach’s advice: the only shortcut in long‑distance is perseverance.
He wiped sweat from his brow, stood up on the grass, and kept running laps. This was all he could do.
Yu Qiu‑Yu, impressed by his single‑minded determination, gave him a respectful nod. She could see how much that flag meant to him.
On the other side of the track, Liu Bing Xin, Liu Bing Xin, and two other class‑mates were also training for the sports meet, though they only ran a few laps because they weren’t entered in the long‑run.
After seeing Luo Ye circle the track repeatedly, Liu Bing Xin whispered, “Did that kid from high school go crazy?”
Liu Bing Xin stayed silent but understood Luo Ye wasn’t training for himself. He was doing it for someone else—immature in her eyes.
She thought his behavior childish but, looking now, she felt a twinge of envy. Youth often clings to unattainable dreams, leading to regret later.
She felt a bittersweet ache, almost wanting to cry, but she suppressed it—she had to appear unregretful, maintaining her proud façade.
She left the track alone, without Liu Bing Xin following.
Outside, still feeling down, Liu Bing Xin passed a crowd gathering nearby. She wasn’t in the mood to join, so she kept walking.
“Liu Bing Xin!” someone called. She turned instinctively.
It was Gao Yuming, dressed in an expensive outfit, holding roses, a luxury watch on his wrist, and a set of car keys dangling from his belt.
He stepped out of the crowd, handed her a rose, and beamed, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
Liu Bing Xin stared, expression unchanged.
When she didn’t respond, Gao repeated, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
She, already on the verge of tears, snapped, “Can you stop pestering me?”
She hurried away.
Gao stood stunned; onlookers sneered. The rich kid got rejected, but he didn’t get angry—just a bitter smile, a deep breath, and he walked off.
The incident didn’t disrupt the track.
When the athletics club’s session ended, Luo Ye lingered. He sat on the grass, watching the sky darken, deep in thought. The clouds looked like a fairy.
After a few minutes, he stood to head back to the dorm, then noticed a familiar figure nearby.
It was a white‑capped hat with two bunny ears—cute, fluffy. She wore a thick white pajama set that matched the hat.
It was unmistakably Su Baizhou.
“Senior? Why are you here, in pajamas? When did you get here?” Luo Ye asked, crouching down.
Su Baizhou stared at him blankly, “I don’t know. I forgot.”
The evening air was cool, but her pajamas were thick enough that she didn’t feel cold.
“Senior, isn’t it risky to sit on the field like this? Someone might recognize you.”
She replied lightly, “Who would recognize me?”
That answer made Luo Ye pause. Who would expect the icy campus beauty to be lounging on the track in a fluffy pajama set and bunny‑ear
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