Amidst the gazes of others Dong Ming wiggled his way through the crowd.
Gazes of fans, gazes of, to Dong Ming classmates, but to them, he a competitor.
Yan Ding was not so far away, and he had finished the race in the third position.
Reaching the other party, Dong Ming hooked his arm around the other party's neck.
" What's up Ding, truly impressive, really impressive, you've gotten really better, being working hard much? "
From the general scoreboard, Dong Ming could see his race time, 8.93 seconds.
Truly impressive, and Dong Ming wasn't joking.
For one to run a race of 100 meters in 8.93 seconds, it was very great feat.
That was a speed of covering 10 meters in less than a second.
Very impressive.
Yan Ding raised his head at the abrupt contact, but seeing the figure he smiled wrly.
Yan Ding at times wondered why he was always thrust into the discussions with this guy.
For example look at this situation.
You came third and here was the first saying excitedly that your performance was truly impressive, really impressive.
" Really impressive", it "really" also sounded like a taunt!
Dong Ming standing at 6 feet 2 was taller than Yan Ding so Yan Ding had to raise his head a bit to look at the him.
And seeing that sincere honest expression and smile on his face, although he felt a bit uncomfortable at Dong Ming's praise he smiled a bit.
Truly although it was really uncomfortable, the other party meant it.
To be honest Yan Ding knew Dong Ming didn't have any friend or pal in the class.
What was the A class of every grade of physicality and performances.
It was the best of the best, top dogs of every top dog that entered Dong Huang, for it took the bests to enter Dong Huang.
Of these best now you, you dominated the top too completely.
In the school of physicality and performances, the school where conflict and competition was so strongly felt and manifested!
Truly the rest would see you as a competitor, a target, before anything else, what do you expect.
Classes few theory/ talk then practicals/ competitions, exams not talk/ theory just competitions, what do you expect.
how could one frolic with such top top person when you yourself were an hot blooded top person, just the others sight stirred your competitive spirit, seeing the other as a goal to be achieved.
It took a broad mind, easier said than done.
For example for Yan Ding, just the other party striking a conversation with him, and his adrenaline fresh of a race that was just settling down, had began to rise up again.
Surely it was his body registering combat state.
But Yan Ding calmed himself and his "adrenaline" down.
It wasn't so personal, why should one take another or behave as such to another just because you lost in a competition.
It was okay and necessary feel sore, but you shouldn't let it get to you.
Although Dong Ming was talking with Yan Ding he was also focused on the other's mannerisms and facial expressions.
He could somewhat understand what the other felt, from initial discomfort to adjusting himself.
Dong Ming smiled, this was why he only had Yan Ding as his pal, the other party could handle their competition!, handle him!, transcending beyond.
Truly a good guy.
Dong Ming wanted to talk more with Yan Ding when the cheers of the those at the arena was already getting so loud, and much more.
He had restrained from getting closer, taking the time to relax before the next match/ exam.
But unfortunately he had to approach.
It wasn't that Dong Ming was proud or standoffish, or wanting to snub his fans, it was just that he wanted to rest a bit before the upcoming exams.
There was a javelin match next, some classmates were even warming up and even doing a bit of pre race, he should also be able to rest right?
Generally time had really gone in the day, just close to noon, with the sun getting to it's peak position in the sky, but it had been a long filled day for Dong Ming already.
And those expecting his presence wasn't little, it would stress to handle such numbers now.
Dong Ming wasn't pretentious on being cognizant at the fact that he was a celebrity, nor was he dismissal of the adoration of those that liked him.
But Dong Ming planned to do a general "fan moment" after all the matches.
At least he should be able to snag some rest or free time before then, right?!
Till who knew where someone got such thing, and how the person was allowed with such thing into the arena!
The security had start searching people!
A strange looking thing but interestingly, but not interestingly at all to Dong Ming, the thing the guy held functioned as a mic.
A loud one and with it his voice echoed around the colosseum, reaching everyone, reaching Dong Ming.
Forcing to approach the arena.
It was one thing to avoid, but at this outright open public display Dong Ming wouldn't snub the person in such a situation.
Everyone was an human being, and warranted dignity, and snubbing a fan, was snubbing all his fans.
Although he was seeking of rest, Dong Ming looked to Yan Ding and with a smile on his face he said, " we'll catch up later ", before going to the arena side.
Actually Dong Ming was also surprised at what the person spoke of, wanting to hear what the person wanted to say.
Yan Ding looked as Dong Ming walked to the arena , he was also curious about it.
.....
After the race with Dong Ming winning in record time, cheers and excitement erupted from the arena from the Dong Ming fans.
Within Feng Lin's corner the reaction was mixed, from his spectators the Dong Ming fans were excited at the results, but almost all were shocked.
" Wasn't it said he had a muscle pull "
Was that false, it didn't help that another female pundit's loud voice reached them on how Dong Ming dazzled by pulling a spectacular performance, referring to the long jumps.
To be honest they couldn't understand well too, did he have muscle pull, what was the long jumps for ?!
Before Feng Lin had gathered this people and had made them spectators, and as he spoke they listened.
But now, Feng Lin could see there was now mutiny.
Glances of questioning of what happened, or of his words and it's credibility, with some particular looks of schadenfreude .
There was even this particular guy with a mole on his lower chin, the guy had a clear look of mockery on his face, throwing several glances at Feng Lin.
The look on his face was clear, Feng Lin had gotten it, at most after a few times anyone could have gotten it and understood that look, but the guy didn't stop throwing that look.
Feng Lin was boiling within, he didn't know how it had happened, but he was sure of the things he said , certain about the muscle pull!
The only thing that could have been wrong was how Dong Ming still ran, and still won.
" Tskk, some people talk like they know things, but what do they know "
" Dong Ming is surely going to lose, tskk, tskk, don't know anything and you're telling others ".
Beside Feng Lin, his partner blushed in shame, after today it was expected for the ratings and credibility to go down.
But Feng Lin was furious, " what a fuck*er, think I don't know what I'm doing "
Feng Lin restrained himself from saying that outwards only speaking this, " I'm sure of what I said, I don't know how Dong Ming still overcame "
But it looked like the mole guy wasn't ready to back off, picking on Feng Lin like a dog, and he Feng Lin a bone, persistently .
" Tskk, tskk, not willing to admit your fault ", Mole guy said with a sneer.
Feng Lin could not take it again.
He kept quite at first, but the more time passed and he thought about it, coupled with a few looks from others that looked like they felt he had been wrong.
Coupled again with different pundits notions flying around loudly in the arena about how Dong Ming long jumped to show how seamless things were for him, showing supreme confidence and flair.
Feng Lin couldn't take it again, although Dong Ming did long jump then run, Feng Lin didn't think Dong Ming did it out of flair, to dazzle.
Although he couldn't how really or how it happened, but he strongly felt that it was out of necessity not to dazzle.
He was about to say something, but the look mole guy gave him, it was almost like the guy was waiting for Feng Lin to saw something, then jump on him.
What a guy!, when it looked like everything was going well and Feng Lin had been speaking, the other party had been quiet and gentle, Feng Lin even had a good spot for the other thinking that with this receptiveness the other would surely subscribe to he and his partner's channel.
But now it seemed... truly you couldn't discern the thoughts of others, what a guy!, so vicious!
Feng Lin couldn't take it again
Reaching into his bag, he brought out a slender three pieces of object and coupled it.
He would show these people that knew nothing, especially this vicious mole guy.
Maybe nobody knew best what happened, only " he " knew.
Feng Lin would ask from the " he " himself.