In the days that followed, Zhan Yuxi brought Meng Chenzhou milk every day to help him replenish his nutrition. She had even planned to accompany him for evening long-distance running sessions after school.

However, with their growing high school workload, Meng Chenzhou declined her offer.

"I'LL train on my own. You should go home and rest. Trust me, he said.

"Alright then, " she relented.

Day by day, time flew by.

Soon, it was the opening day of the sports meet.

As the class president, Zhan Yuxi was busy assisting the homeroom teacher with various tasks, leaving her little free time.

Fang Jinglin, on the other hand, had signed up for several events in his own class, and his presence was nowhere to be seen for the time being.

Meng Chenzhou had only signed up for one event, which was scheduled for the final match on the third day of the meet.

This gave him plenty of time to prepare. Knowing their event timings, he always had energy drinks and snacks ready for them, showcasing his considerate nature.

Many of their classmates knew that Meng Chenzhou, Fang Jinglin, and Zhan Yuxi had been childhood friends, and they had grown accustomed to the trio's dynamic. Some couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at their close bond.

As one of the people involved, Zhan Yuxi felt proud to have such caring friends.

Zhan Yuxi herself participated in the 800-meter race for the girls.

When it was her turn to run, her classmates who weren't occupied with other events all gathered to cheer her on.

Her deskmate, a member of the class cheer squad, was always at the forefront, enthusiastically rooting for every classmate competing.

But during Zhan Yuxi's race, her deskmate couldn't help but notice something unusual—Meng Chenzhou, standing across the track, had his unwavering gaze locked on Zhan Yuxi, as if she were the only person in his world.

Earlier, she never thought her deskmate would have anything to do with Meng, the academic prodigy.

After all, Meng gave off the impression of being someone whose world revolved solely around profound knowledge, far removed from the realm of bittersweet emotions.

But at this moment, she clearly saw a focus and difference in Meng's eyes directed at Zhan Yuxi.

She twirled her pom-poms absentmindedly, lost in thought, recalling every interaction between Zhan Yuxi and Meng.

The memory that stood out the most was Meng's reaction when Zhan received a small cake given with love.

Even more outrageous was what happened afterward.

Her deskmate's workspace never again featured envelopes or greeting cards.

Instead, the trash bin at the back of the classroom occasionally filled up with a pile of exquisite little boxes.