"Men's 100-meter competitors, please come to the starting line for check-in."
"Please hurry to the starting line!"
The school's loudspeaker repeated the announcement, reminding the competitors.
"It's time to go," Dan Kaiquan murmured as he stood in place.
His bewildered gaze suddenly became resolute.
Guo Kunnan placed his hand on Kaiquan's shoulder and said, "Kaiquan, I've done what I needed to do, I hope you can keep up with my pace."
Thinking back to the beginning of the school year, after a night of self-study, he and Kaiquan had gone to the snack street outside the school and enjoyed some crispy pancakes.
Back then, they were naive freshmen just starting high school, dreaming about the future, talking about their crushes, and striving together for their dreams.
Now, half a year had passed, and everything had changed.
Guo Kunnan bravely took a step towards the girl he liked.
A good start is half the battle.
He had already succeeded halfway.
