On the track of the playground, the teenager stood on the innermost yet the farthest fifth lane. The loose white short-sleeve occasionally fluttered in the wind, revealing his cold starry eyes and his exquisitely handsome face.
The long legs wrapped in black nine-point sports pants were being slightly stretched by the teenager. After loosening the tendons, he lazily stood up and shuffled to adapt to the track under his feet.
"Kid, you're here for your brother's sports meet, right?" an extremely burly man next to him grinned at Bi Xia.
Glancing at the man, Bi Xia rolled his eyes and lazily replied, "Yes, uncle. You're here for your kid's sports meet, right?"
Uncle: ... If not for my son, then for someone else's son…
