Chapter 214: Chapter 214: Wait for Me at the Finish Line
On the track of the playground, the teenager stood on the innermost yet the farthest fifth lane. The loose white short-sleeve occasionally fluttered in the wind, revealing his cold starry eyes and his exquisitely handsome face.
The long legs wrapped in black nine-point sports pants were being slightly stretched by the teenager. After loosening the tendons, he lazily stood up and shuffled to adapt to the track under his feet.
With a pouted mouth, Bi Xiaoyuan wiped his tears, "Sorry, brother. I was just too anxious..."
At the moment the teenager started running, Bi Xiaoyuan crouched down and shouted loudly, "Brother, go for it!"
Holding his brother’s jacket, Bi Xiaoyuan was standing beside Bi Xia on the inner side of the playground. His little face was flushed with fear that he might accidentally make a sound and affect Bi Xia.
Before the uncle could respond, the preparation signal sounded. The children and parents around the playground involuntarily held their breath, their eyes fixed on the front without blinking.
Bi Xiaoyuan jogged forward, already showing the potential for long legs at a young age. He left the others behind and just kept chasing his brother.
As if seeing Bi Xiaoyuan’s look, Bi Xia, who was originally staring ahead, suddenly curled his lips, turned his head towards Bi Xiaoyuan, winked, and made a pop sound, "Believe in me."
"Bi Xiaoyuan, why are you rushing? It’s my competition. Now you’ve fallen, right!" Bi Xia frowned tightly, angrily tapping Bi Xiaoyuan’s forehead.
With a thud, he fell on the playground... fell down... fell down...
Glancing at the man, Bi Xia rolled his eyes and lazily replied, "Yes, uncle. You’re here for your kid’s sports meet, right?"
With this thought, the uncle laughed and said, "Kid, do you have confidence to win? Don’t let us adults beat you and have your brother crying."
The teenager helplessly patted off the black rubber particles, "Bi Xiaoyuan, can you stop worrying me?"
After just finishing his sarcasm, the uncle instantly realized the ambiguity in his own words. Looking at the teenager’s indifferent expression, he scratched his head and chuckled. Wasn’t his question just nonsense? This kid looks like he’s not yet an adult. If he’s not here for his younger brother or sister, could it really be his son? Hahaha.
Uncle: ... If not for my son, then for someone else’s son...
Bi Xia smiled slightly, "I think, in a while, your son might need paper to wipe his tears and snot."
With his mouth puckered, Bi Xiaoyuan lay on the ground, his eyes red. Finished, he made a fool of himself. He actually fell down...
"I was afraid that if you ran too fast, I wouldn’t find you," Bi Xiaoyuan lowered his head. "Brother, why are you here? The race..."
"Uncle," Bi Xia paused and turned his gaze to the man, his little face expressionless, "do you have paper?"
He stood up and quickly ran forward. His eyes firmly fixed on the teenager’s figure. Because he started late, the teenager ranked third. His pace seemed slow but extremely relaxed, steadily holding the third position.
Hearing that his brother turned back because of him, Bi Xiaoyuan looked at the increasingly distant group. His tears began to flow like little beans, "Sorry, brother. It’s all my fault that you cannot get the first place."
Suddenly, a pair of hands instantly lifted him from the ground. When he stood up again, Bi Xiaoyuan stared blankly at his brother who was kneeling on one knee, frowning at his scraped knee, murmuring, "Brother..."
Since it was an 800-meter race, Bi Xia was not in a hurry and just followed closely behind the second place. The first place was the uncle who had spoken earlier.
Nodding heavily, Bi Xiaoyuan shouted loudly, "Believe in brother!"
"Kid, you’re here for your brother’s sports meet, right?" an extremely burly man next to him grinned at Bi Xia.
"Huh?" The uncle was baffled.
With a lap and a half left, Bi Xiaoyuan watched Bi Xia surpass the second place and easily come beside him. He wanted to catch up with his brother. As he watched his brother getting farther away, Bi Xiaoyuan grew anxious, "Brother! Ah!"
"I saw a little bun lying on the ground from the corner of my eye. If I didn’t come over, would you just cry here by yourself?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bang sounded. His brother stretched out his long arm, made a thumbs-up gesture at him, and then instantly started running forward.
Bi Xia sighed, patted the little bun’s head, and softly said, "Be good, wait for me at the finish line. I promise, the first person you see at the finish line will definitely be me."