Chapter 144

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If we go by age, when she first entered junior high, Ye Feimo was in his second year of senior high or maybe even his third year. Being such a standout person, if he had been at the high school back then, he would definitely have been a famous figure; how could she not remember him

But according to her memory, the well-known figures back then were Fang Liucheng and Tang Shuwen—there was no mention of Ye Feimo.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, Ye Feimo seemed to have better qualifications than Brother Liucheng.

This situation is getting a bit surreal.

Wenran was quite stubborn; back then when her heart had just started beating for boys, she liked Fang Liucheng and often ran from the junior high department to the senior high department to look for him. So she heard lots of things about what went on at senior high school.

The student body gossiped a lot about the high school; there were many interesting stories since it had so many second-generation rich kids and officials' children. For instance, who was competing with whom to be class beauty or school beauty.

Who is the school heartthrob The female students would argue over this until they went red in the face.

Wenran remembered that when she was still at school, Fang Liucheng was unequivocally the school heartthrob. He excelled both academically and athletically; how many girls had their hearts racing for him But if Ye Feimo had been there back then, would Fang Liucheng have even gotten to sit in that spot

Although it’s a bit unfair to Fang Liucheng, but hey, this is reality.

"When we were in our first year of junior high, Ye Ershao was already finishing up his third year. He kept low profile after graduation and no one knew he was the second son of Anning at school. Oh, um… everyone thought he was just a poor kid who got admitted by recommendation. His clothes weren’t fancy at all; our classmates were all decked out in designer labels. But he had nothing like that—his phone wasn’t even branded and we couldn't tell what kind it was, so we assumed it was some knockoff."

Ha!

Wenran burst into laughter and clutched her stomach; she just couldn’t take it. "What knockoff I’ll bet my bottom dollar that his phone is the most advanced in the world."

Tang Mandong and Gao Chunmiao swept their knives at her, saying, "How do you know!"

Wen Ran quickly adjusted her facial expression and said, "Guesswork."

Tang Mandong could guess about her relationship with Ye Nimei, but Gao Chunmiao didn't know, so she didn't expose Wen Ran.

"That's true. The high school department and middle school department are separate; it's normal for us to not know anything about him. Ah, I never expected that we would be classmates with the Second Young Master Ye. This is truly... too melodramatic." Gao Chunmiao shook her head and said in a meaningful tone while wearing a starry-eyed expression, "Outstanding alumni."

Wen Ran smiled. After Ye Nimei finished his speech, an athlete representative came up to take the oath before the sports meet began.

Gao Chunmiao dragged them here mainly because her brother was a 800-meter runner and relay race participant in Grade Two. Gao Chunmiao, Tang Mandong, and Wen Ran went up on the grandstand steps located on the right side of the stage.

The 800-meter race would start after the 200-meter run; Gao Chunmiao was the most enthusiastic. As her brother warmed up down below, she jumped around excitedly on the platform and shouted at the top of her voice: "Gao Yuan, come on! Come on! Give me a kiss if you win! Charge!"

Tang Mandong also cheered loudly, "Gao Yuan, don't take your sister's kisses. Run first place, and I'll give you a sweet kiss! First place, Gao Yuan forever!"

Students in the audience all turned to look at them; Tang Mandong and Gao Chunmiao didn't care about this and were vying to give Gao Yuan their kisses. Tang Mandong had just graduated from high school, and she was a popular figure during her middle school years. Who didn’t know Tang Mandong between the junior and senior departments

Urban novel: She and Gao Chunmiao and Wen Ran were part of the big sister trio; naturally, "big sister" referred to Tang Mandong and Gao Chunmiao, with Wen Ran being the pure little rabbit.

Wen Ran covered her face and crouched down. This was so embarrassing... Ahhh... Did they really need to shout so loudly Gao Yuan hadn't even started his race yet; shouting like this would probably make him weak in the knees, right

A junior brother shouted from the audience: "Senior sister Mandong, give your kiss before the competition. Men charge forward with more vigor when they receive a kiss before the race. Afterward, it's too late to do that. Go ahead and give your kiss now, Gao Yuan; would you like to have one"

Gao Yuan wore an expression of woe and decisively turned his face away. Today, he had already tried to prevent his sister from coming to watch the sports meet but failed.

Kiss my ass, I'm too weak to run.

The audience started to jeer. After Ye Feimo finished his speech and was about to leave, he heard Tang Mandong’s voice and frowned, glancing towards the right staircase where he indeed saw her waving a hat along with an attractive young girl.

He felt disappointed for a moment. When Tang Mandong noticed that Wenran had crouched down, she immediately pulled her up; it wouldn’t do to be short one person in their trio. A glint of joy flashed across Ye Feimo’s eyes—he found her here.

"Mandong, I am at least a public figure," said Wenran weakly.

Tang Mandong recalled and pushed her back down to sit. Gao Chunmiao burst out laughing and pulled Mandong aside, saying, "Alright, alright! Let’s stop shouting now; otherwise, many of our juniors will come looking for Senior Sister Wenran."

A hint of a smile flickered across Ye Feimo's lips.

After the speech, he had another lecture at school in an hour. Originally, Ye Feimo wanted to go to the library and then head to the multipurpose hall when it was time, but upon seeing Wenran, he just sat on stage without moving. The principal and board members all wore grim faces beside him.

Young Master Ye, you never attended a single sports meet in high school; why are you suddenly interested in them

Tang Mandong and the others were cheering for their familiar juniors who participated in the 200-meter sprint. Although it was short, the race was intense, with heats scheduled from morning to afternoon between male and female competitors.

Wenran would occasionally peer through the crowd at Ye Feimo on the stage.

Focusedly watching the competition, he seemed very absorbed in it. Wenran inwardly wondered if Ye Feimo could actually enjoy such events

According to Tang Mandong’s recollection, during his student days, he absolutely detested sports and never attended any school meets.

The girls in middle school adored boys who were academically excellent, athletic, and handsome. Since Ye Feimo was definitely not athletic back then, it explained why he wasn’t as famous as Fang Liucheng.

Ye Feimo would occasionally glance at the audience to find Warming. Some distant memories seemed to pierce through time and flood back, he remembered a rash little apprentice sister rushing over with an armful of books heading for Fang Liucheng, too busy to notice him. She bumped into him and dropped her books everywhere, glaring fiercely at him.

Back then, he had no interest in that little girl who suddenly appeared, coldly turning around and descending the stairs. He even heard her cursing him from behind.

This was Warming.

In those days, she still had very delicate features and was particularly skinny; her large eyes looked extra big on her tiny face, a pair of extremely beautiful peach-blossom eyes.

So they had already met back then

It’s just that the impression wasn’t deep.

High school wasn’t where he wanted to be anyway. He had completed his studies very early, but Cheng Anya sent him here with Tang Shuwen so he could experience the life of a high school student.

In those days, he didn't care about anything other than himself and certainly wouldn't pay attention to a rash little girl.

Ye Feimo curled his lips into a smile. If Warming had only given him another glance back then…

"Mr Ye, it’s time for your speech," one of the school teachers whispered to remind him. He didn’t expect that Ye Feimo would be interested in the sports meet; usually after the principal and several board members gave their speeches and left, but this year was different. Ye Feimo had been sitting up front for an hour straight, so no one dared leave either and sat there with him.

Everyone felt extremely uneasy, wiping sweat from their foreheads non-stop.

This made the pressure on all the participants of this year's sports meet abnormally large.

The announcers at the stage couldn’t help but think that the pressure was too great; the atmosphere behind them was chilling. The usually imposing board members and principal were suffering one by one, looking miserable.ransported from the Gulf of Mexico. This batch of nuclear weapons was recently developed last year's second half as new military equipment, with威力 not inferior to that of our newly developed bomber nu...