Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Wang Lingyu turned his head, heard the referee's command, made preparations, and looked forward to Zhu Di cheering him on.

However, at this time, the referee gave an order, and Zhu Di's loud cheering sound came to his ears, but the name he shouted was not him——

"Feng Jue, come on! Come on, Class 1!"

Wang Lingyu staggered and fell to the ground as soon as he got up to run.

Qi Yan and Xu Xuanyan next to them were also stunned.

"Hey, why did Wang Lingyu fall?"

"A sports student actually makes such a low-level mistake. He's really good at it."

Lu Mao and others were stunned when they noticed it, and then started the ruthless mocking mode.

The people around him rushed out like arrows. Wang Lingyu put his hands on the ground and felt a burning pain on his face. Even though he got up and chased after him immediately, he was still far behind. The eight-person group finished third.

And the first one turned out to be Feng Jue.

At the finish line, when the referee called out the score, the onlookers immediately became excited.

"Fuck, 6.5 seconds?"

"What is our school's record? What time is seven o'clock or six o'clock?"

"It was a dark horse at the beginning. Looking at the gentle and weak boy, I didn't expect him to be so fierce!"

When Lu Mao came over and heard the results, he slapped him on the shoulder excitedly, "Awesome Feng Jue, you can join the national team with these results!"

"Wipe off the sweat." Gu Yang handed a clean towel to Feng Jue.

Feng Jue's broken hair was wet with sweat, but his breath was not disturbed at all. He took the towel with a smile, "Thank you, sister."

Zhu Di was also rarely excited: "If we can maintain this level in the finals, the gold medal will be guaranteed!"

When Wang Lingyu heard this, his face hurt even more.

He glared at Feng Jue fiercely, ran to the referee unwillingly, and pointed at Feng Jue: "His score is so outrageous. He must have jumped the gun. Shouldn't he take the test again?"

Referee Xiao Yize glanced at him lightly, "I'm not blind, and neither is the referee at the starting point."

Besides, he could see clearly that Feng Jue had obviously let off steam. That's about it for a foreign warrior to run around casually.

Zhu Di immediately became dissatisfied when he heard Wang Lingyu's doubts, "Wang Lingyu, you can't afford to lose, right? So many people didn't say that Feng Jue ran away, and you were so smashed that you could still see that Feng Jue was running away. Jue ran away? His eyes grew on his forehead?"

Wang Lingyu's face turned red with anger, but he himself felt embarrassed about this matter.

He was about to defend himself a few words, but then Zhu Di, Gu Yang and the others left in a huff and cheers to cheer for Class 1 for the next game.

Listening to them talking and laughing, Wang Lingyu felt irritable and depressed. Zhu Di seems to really not care about him anymore...

"What should we do now?" Wang Lingyu looked at Qi Yan and scratched his hair irritably, "The method you mentioned doesn't work at all."

In the past, when he got close to other girls, Zhu Di would definitely go crazy and want to drive them away from him. But just now he was intimate with Qi Yan, and Zhu Di seemed to be blind.

"Maybe we seem too close, not close enough?" Qi Yan leaned into his ear and whispered a few words. Wang Lingyu glanced at him suspiciously and nodded.

There were not many events in the morning. Feng Jue ran 50 meters and there were no other events for the time being, while Gu Jin had a shot put throw.

Gu Yang watched from the side, always feeling that the boss sister was controlling the intensity so as not to throw the ball out of bounds.

"Damn it, Wang Lingyu won't be with Qi Yan anymore, right?" Lu Mao tugged at the corner of Zhu Di's clothes and motioned for her to look over.

Gu Yang and others looked in the direction Lu Mao pointed and saw Wang Lingyu kissing Qi Yan on the track and field not far away.