Chapter 67: XU QINGSHAN
Hua Rong scanned the paper in her hands, eyes moving from one competition to the next.Eight competitions in total. Three are scheduled for the first day, another three for the second, and the final two are left for the last day.
Solo and group dancing, swimming, boxing, art, fashion design, racing, and archery.
Most of them were solo performances, but from the way the schedule was listed, it looked like the solo and group dance events would close the competition on the final day.
Hua Rong let out a long sigh and collapsed into a nearby chair, letting her arms dangle over the sides.
"Already tired?"The familiar voice made her glance up. Xu Lingwei was standing beside her, hands stuffed casually in his pockets, his hazel-brown eyes glinting under the hall lights. His sharp but easygoing features carried that usual mix of lazy amusement—and today, a little extra smugness too.
"It's going to be a nightmare figuring out who's going to participate in what!" Hua Rong complained, waving the paper like it was a death sentence.
"That's right," he said, leaning slightly on the back of her chair. He watched the paper fluttering in her hand and added, "But honestly? I don't think picking for archery and dancing is going to be a problem."
"Why?" she asked, tilting her head, a little suspicious.
Xu Lingwei smirked, the faintest dimple appearing on one cheek. He shifted closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret."Because we're the only club members for those activities."
He wasn't wrong.
Hua Rong was the only student who ever used the abandoned archery range at Blackthorn Academy, and Xu Lingwei was practically the sole soul keeping the dance club alive. Everyone else either lacked interest or dropped out long ago.