Chapter 18
You can’t be just 1.2 meters tall.
Sang Zhi picked out the key words.
1.2 meters, not tall enough.
Reverse the order and connect them.
Not tall enough, 1.2 meters.
Sang Zhi was completely drawn in by these few words and didn’t notice what Sang Yan said to the person next to him.
At this moment, the sunlight was strong, and although it was shady under the tent, the sweltering heat was everywhere. Her face was slightly reddened from the heat, unable to tolerate the inexplicable dirty water he had splashed on her.
”I’m not just 1.2 meters tall.” Although Sang Zhi felt that she didn’t need to prove herself with this statement, she couldn’t help but argue, “I’m already 1.55 meters tall. Where am I not 1.2 meters?”
”1.55 meters? Then, this classmate, you appear to be…” Sang Yan didn’t mind, he glanced at the list, “quite short.”
”…”
”Alright, from now on, you better mention it early. Otherwise, misunderstandings are likely.”
”…”
Was she supposed to say, “I’m 1.55 meters tall” every time she met someone?
It seemed like showing off.
”Check if the number on your uniform matches the list.” Afterward, Sang Yan pushed the person next to him, “Don’t sleep, help out, Bro.”
The person who had been lying down moved slightly and lifted his face from his arm.
Sang Zhi glanced at him.
The man appeared fatigued, his eyes half-closed as if they have not fully adjusted to the brightness. After not seeing each other for a few months, his hair had grown longer, covering his eyebrows, which looked disheveled from sleep. His complexion was a cool, pale white, yet his lips were vividly colored, as if stained with rouge.
His slightly wicked appearance hadn’t diminished at all, making him even more enticing.
Duan Jiaxu slowly and deliberately sat up, leaning back with a seemingly unawake demeanor. He lazily responded, “Hmm?”
Sang Zhi stared at him for a couple of seconds, her heart skipping a beat, before suddenly averting her gaze, pretending not to have seen anything. She busied herself with something, following Sang Yan’s advice and finding her name and number on the list on the table.
0155
Sang Zhi lowered her head to glance at the number on her chest, then said to Sang Yan, “It matches.”
”Your number is quite interesting,” Sang Yan remarked casually. “As if you’re afraid the whole world won’t know you’re 155.”
Sang Zhi frowned. “It’s not like I chose it myself.”
Hearing their conversation, Duan Jiaxu lifted his drooping eyelids. Noticing Sang Zhi and the uniform she was wearing, his eyebrows lifted, and most of his drowsiness instantly dissipated.
Then, he suddenly burst into laughter.
Sang Zhi turned her head at the sound.
She saw him gazing at her uniform, his chin tilted down as he laughed, his amusement unabashed. The meaning was particularly clear – He was openly mocking her attire.
This reaction immediately reminded Sang Zhi of the school uniform she had on, which her grandmother probably wouldn’t even consider wearing. Her ears gradually grew warm. She took a deep breath, annoyed, as she walked over to the side.
She could faintly hear Duan Jiaxu chuckling and saying, “Your sister has quite the taste.”
”…”
Now teaming up to bully the younger ones was apparently a trend.
Two of them! Seniors! Males! Humans!
Sang Zhi simply pretended not to know them.
She stood together with the girls from her class who were also participating in the long jump, waiting for them to finish announcing the names and numbers of the athletes.
One of the girls was named Cen Rui, with a relatively quiet personality. Feeling a bit bored at the moment, she took the initiative to ask, “Sang Zhi, do you know those two older brothers?”
Sang Zhi nodded reluctantly: “But not well.”
”How do you know them?” Cen Rui was curious. “They seem to be quite a bit older than us.”
”They’re friends of my mom,” Sang Zhi casually fabricated.
”Huh?”
”My mom likes square dancing, and they often dance together,” Sang Zhi explained, “Sometimes they come over to our house for dinner, and that’s how I got to know them.”
”Square dancing” and “often dance together” were like a thunderbolt to Cen Rui’s brain. She asked incredulously, “Are you talking about square dancing? Like something similar to ‘The Seven Immortals’?”
Sang Zhi maintained her composure and confirmed, “Yeah.”
”That’s… ” Cen Rui’s expression was hard to describe, and she managed to squeeze out, “Quite trendy, then.”
”It’s okay.” Sang Zhi’s reaction instantly lightened her mood. “Seems like people around their age like doing this.”
”…”
Soon, Sang Yan called them and the group over to draw lots, arranging the order of the competition.
Sang Zhi randomly drew a lot and was placed second to last.
There were three recorders, aside from Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu, there was another woman. They all wore matching black short-sleeved shirts and uniform white hats.
After the recordings were done, they led the participating athletes to the competition area.
Sang Zhi couldn’t quite believe it.
While she knew that students from Nanwu University would volunteer, the fact that both Sang Yan and Duan Jiaxu signed up for this seemed like a fairy tale to her.
She didn’t want to be ridiculed by the two of them, so she walked behind with Cen Rui.
Once they were at the competition area, the recorders’ task was complete.
Sang Zhi gradually relaxed, praying for them to leave quickly. It was just past eleven o’clock, and the sun was getting more intense. She crouched down, seeking refuge in the shadow of the person beside her.
Before long, someone suddenly placed a hat on her head.
The sunlight stung her eyes, and she instinctively lifted the brim of the hat and looked up.
Seeing the person in front of her, her expression stiffened.
She shifted her gaze and saw another person standing beside. None of what she had hoped for seemed to have happened – neither of them had left. And now, they even approached her.
Duan Jiaxu squatted in front of her, his hair appearing lighter in the sunlight. He tilted his head slightly, resting his arm on his knee, and said with a half-smile, “Little Sang Zhi, you’re looking quite nice today.”
Sang Zhi didn’t want to pay attention to him.
Sang Yan stood by, holding a camera that seemed to materialize out of nowhere. The next moment, he aimed the camera at Sang Zhi and exaggeratedly commented, “You could enter a beauty pageant now.”
”Brother!” Sang Zhi’s eyes widened. “Why are you taking photos?”
”Dad and Mom asked me to,” Sang Yan slightly bent over, bringing the camera closer. “Not bad, Little Devil. You’re dressed like a Miss Hong Kong today.”
”I haven’t said that you’re dressed like Popeye.” Hearing his teasing tone, Sang Zhi immediately jumped up to snatch the camera from him. “Don’t take photos! You’re never around when I actually look good!”
Peek-Aboo 
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