Three thousand meters on the second day of the sports meet.

On the first day of the sports meet, I watched the shooting competition from the stands.

Halfway through the competition, someone sat beside me.

Qi Jing sat next to me.

"Do you still have the mood to watch the competition?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

He chuckled, "Who knows, maybe you'll be dead tomorrow?"

"Young Master Qi, you're overthinking it. Our school has good medical facilities."

Even the 50-meter race has a doctor on standby, it wouldn't make sense for the 3000 meters to have no one.

His palm rested on my shoulder.

"So, can I ask you to finish the entire race?"

"Sure."

After all, there's no requirement for pace.

Finishing the entire race at a walking speed is still completing the race.

He was not satisfied, pressing down on my shoulder with force.

It hurt.

"Within half an hour."

I turned my head, "Why not just send me to the hospital directly?"

"You can still beg me now."

"Beg you?" I repeated his words, "I think you would prefer me to fulfill a request you once promised me."

He stared at me, "Do you want to use it?"

I smiled and shook my head, "Of course not."

This wouldn't be the first time.

It's not a big deal.

Just three thousand meters, I'll run it.