Guo Ran almost broke into a sweat.
She couldn't take it anymore; she wanted to escape, but that would be impolite. So she reached for a tissue and wiped her forehead.
Sun Zhiqiang was secretly proud of his earlier performance, not expecting that he could combine the scenario with his own name and utter such clever, heartfelt words.
Simply remarkable, he was still gleeful about his wit when he suddenly saw Guo Ran take a tissue, so he asked: "What's wrong?"
Guo Ran forced a smile: "A bit oily."
At this moment, the volume on the TV screen suddenly became fervent, filled with all sorts of shouts.
Guo Ran was drawn by the sound, looked up, and saw a blazing figure rush past the finish line on the screen.
Immediately, countless spectators flocked over.
The camera focused on the champion, and a familiar face entered Guo Ran's line of sight.
Short hair, black eyes, thick brows, and an aura of distinction that could be felt through the screen made Guo Ran's heart skip a beat.
