Chapter 402: Carrying Her While Running
Liou Qingcheng slowed down again after running a short distance.
This was already the eighth lap, and although she exercised regularly, she had already run 2,400 meters. Her alternating fast and slow pace had nearly exhausted her.
This running style is a taboo in long-distance running, as it can easily lead to irregular breathing.
At this moment, Liou Qingcheng was panting with every step, huffing and puffing, and gently rubbing her stomach with both hands.
Apparently, due to her neglect of adjusting her breathing, she was experiencing stomach cramps.
She was a stubborn and proud girl, and perhaps due to some psychological reason, she was both afraid of Lin Tian catching up and wanting him to catch up. So even like this, she didn’t stop running.
"Go, go, go!"
"Girl, don’t let him catch up!"
"Wow, that guy is super handsome, what’s his name, what’s his name?"
At this moment, the students who were undergoing military training on the track field were granted a brief break. They sat on the green grass, loudly cheering for the attractive pair running on the track.
The dull military training became lively, and everyone’s enthusiasm seemed to be ignited. Some even tried to trip Lin Tian or splash water on him to prevent him from catching up to the beautiful girl ahead.
However, these were minor issues for Lin Tian. By the ninth lap, he still felt full of energy, as if it were all a game.
But Liou Qingcheng seemed very exhausted, and Lin Tian considered stepping forward to help but ultimately didn’t.
He understood Liou Qingcheng’s character and knew she wouldn’t accept it, so Lin Tian could only shadow her from behind like a ghost.
Suddenly, a green figure overtook Lin Tian from behind and ran beside Liou Qingcheng, saying softly, "Come on, beautiful, I’ll run with you."
University students never lack enthusiasm. Seeing someone accompany her in running, everyone’s passion seemed to be reignited, and they excitedly cheered on.
Then, two other boys in military training uniforms also jumped onto the track, accompanying Liou Qingcheng on either side, encouraging her with supportive and praising words.
"Bro! Get them!" one of the boys shouted at Lin Tian. This wasn’t support; it was stirring trouble because the more bustling the scene, the better.
Lin Tian’s forehead twitched, feeling a surge of flame in him that needed to be vented.
Lin Tian sped up, closing a ten-meter distance in just two seconds.
The three boys naturally sensed Lin Tian’s approach and sneered, "You’ve already run so many laps. Do you still have the strength to compete with us?"
After saying this, the boy paused and, when Lin Tian ran up to him, viciously shouldered him.
Everyone saw this scene, and they excitedly discussed and cheered.
No boys sympathized with Lin Tian because everyone was pursuing the beauty, and if you couldn’t keep up, step aside.
But the girls were different. They were united, standing on Lin Tian’s side, for a simple reason: Lin Tian was handsome, and that was enough.
The cheers just now had subsided, replaced by a battle of words between the boys and girls.
As for Lin Tian, he hadn’t taken that boy seriously at all.
Although he was shouldered, Lin Tian wasn’t affected at all. Instead, it was the boy who seemed to have hit a rock, his arm and shoulder stinging painfully, and he found himself promptly left behind by Lin Tian.
The boy rubbed his shoulder, unwilling to admit defeat and chased up again. Just when he was about to surpass Lin Tian, Lin Tian paused and then fiercely crashed into him.
A dull thud was heard, and the boy’s sturdy body was knocked backwards, falling hard on the track like a faceplant.
Lin Tian didn’t even glance at him, sped up again, and rushed to Liou Qingcheng’s side, pushing those two guys away. Unable to withstand Lin Tian’s strength, those two wobbled and fell too.
Lin Tian didn’t use much force, so they didn’t fall terribly. They exchanged looks and scrambled to get back up, but as soon as they approached again, they were once again forcefully pushed by Lin Tian, landing on the track with a thud, crying out in pain.
"Wow, so cool!"
"I’ve decided, I must win her over."
The girls seemed to have won a victory, starting to cheer, while the boys were left watching in excitement, muttering discontentedly: three useless losers.
Liou Qingcheng hadn’t said anything throughout, but her heart felt as sweet as honey. She knew this rascal Lin Tian wouldn’t let her down, how could those three punks even dare join the fray?
Lin Tian stayed by Liou Qingcheng’s side, seeing her struggling, Lin Tian shouted, "Your breathing is too chaotic, from now on follow my rhythm."
"I don’t want to listen," Liou Qingcheng stubbornly replied.
Lin Tian ignored her, continuing to shout, "Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."
Lin Tian’s words seemed magical, and without realizing it, Liou Qingcheng started breathing in rhythm with him. Her pace became steady, and even the cramps in her lower abdomen seemed to ease.
But Lin Tian didn’t stop, continuously chanting, "Inhale, exhale, inhale..."
Following Lin Tian’s rhythm, although Liou Qingcheng was still exhausted, she felt that as long as Lin Tian was by her side, she could keep going, with endless energy.
On the track, the two figures in military training uniforms appeared as if they were a couple, inseparable, as they completed their twentieth lap, their twenty-first lap...
Liou Qingcheng was already running unsteadily, her face pale without a trace of blood. If Lin Tian hadn’t been by her side, encouraging her, she might have given up a long time ago.
As for the other students, their break had long ended, and they were gathered by the instructor for continued training. Nonetheless, their minds were still fixated on the two on the track, constantly keeping an eye on them, without anyone remembering how many laps they’d already completed.
Suddenly, Liou Qingcheng’s legs gave way, and as she was about to fall, an arm caught her.
"I can keep going," Liou Qingcheng said weakly, her face pale.
"You can’t keep going for anything, why bother?" Lin Tian scolded, feeling distressed, "You stubborn woman, you really need someone to manage that stubborn streak of yours."
"Hmph," Liou Qingcheng snorted lightly, just about to speak when Lin Tian moved in front of her. Before she could react, he hoisted her onto his back.
Liou Qingcheng panicked, weakly protesting, "Lin Tian, what are you doing! We’ve already run so many laps, and now you’re carrying me, you arrogant lunatic."
"Shut up, silly woman. Rest on my back for a while, I’ll run for you. Trust me!"
Lin Tian barked back without turning his head, then resumed running with determined steps.
A warm feeling swept through Liou Qingcheng’s heart, and like an obedient kitten, she lay on Lin Tian’s back. With teary eyes, she gently cried out, "Go, go, go..."