"Yuanyuan! Come here! I'll carry you!"
Yuan Ye rushed to the edge of the track and urged her without giving her a chance to argue.
Today was the first day of the Third Middle School's annual sports meet. The tiered stands around the enormous field were nearly full of students, teachers, and school officials.
The first event was the relay race. Yan Yuanyuan, a senior, had signed up not only for the relay but also for the 800-meter middle-distance race.
But things went wrong during the relay. Before she could pass the baton to the next runner, Yan Yuanyuan fell. She scraped her knee, and blood began to seep out.
As the school's PE teacher, Yuan Ye could have gone straight to Yan Yuanyuan and taken her to the infirmary.
But Yan Yuanyuan cared a lot about appearances, and there was another reason...
Yan Yuanyuan ignored Yuan Ye completely. Her face flushed red as she limped over to sit down at the side.
She'd fallen in front of everyone! How humiliating! And you had to show up right now! Don't you know that practically everyone already knows you're secretly in love with me?
Third Middle School was in the remote city of Long City. It wasn't a key school or a famous one, and its campus culture wasn't great. Teacher-student romances were common, but Yan Yuanyuan didn't like Yuan Ye, so she found it very off-putting.
Can't you see how many people are sitting there? And you're being so blatant! You don't care about your reputation, but I do!
Teacher-student relationships might happen, but people still only dared to pursue them in secret.
Yuan Ye watched Yan Yuanyuan with concern. He called over a student, whispered something in their ear, and the student ran off.
Yan Yuanyuan was putting on her jacket when the phone in her pocket suddenly rang.
When she answered, shock flashed across her face, along with a trace of joy. She hid it well, though. As soon as the shock passed, she put on a sorrowful expression, nodded, and hung up. Then, supported by a classmate, she hurried away.
Yuan Ye had been watching her the whole time and caught every emotion on her face. Frowning, he was about to follow when his own phone rang.
Premise: Make the scumbags who run their mouths about Keigo Atobe drop their jaws.
