I am not in good health and not good at sports.

This is something everyone in the class knows.

Every time during physical fitness tests, I am always the last one in the 800-meter run.

50 meters, long jump, sit-ups.

In all sports, I am always at the bottom.

After Qi Jing said this, the noisy class fell silent for a moment.

The girl in front of me spoke softly, but in the silence, it was so clear.

"Xie Fan is not in good health, she can't run 3,000 meters..."

Even my usual disdainful desk mate nodded at the words.

Only Qi Jing stood up, looking at me, with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Xie Fan, what do you say?"

I hesitated for a moment.

"I can participate."

The girl in the front row cast a disapproving look at me, and I smiled apologetically at her.

I let her down despite her good intentions.

She turned her head in a huff and ignored me.

I looked back at Qi Jing.

He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table.

His eyes were full of mockery and provocation.