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Meiqi’s hair bounced in the air within the confinements of her ponytail with every step she took. The blaring sunlight shone down upon her as she ran, but at the very least, the cool breeze felt refreshing against her skin. There were only two more laps for her to run around the track until she was finished with practice and could return to her comfortable dorm room. It wasn’t that she disliked the sport—in fact, it was a great way to extinguish all of the extra energy she had bottled up thoroughly the day—but she was exhausted with how harsh their coach had been recently. She and everyone else on the team had theorized that it was due to the amount of injuries team members had received lately, and how that would affect their ranking in upcoming competitions. Even so, she was hoping they would stop being such a hard-ass soon.

When Meiqi finally finished those two laps, she was panting softly as she worked on catching her breath. A few of her other teammates joined her as they completed their task and they spoke together casually for a few minutes. The conversations weren’t of much importance, merely friendly chat, and they all broke off to do their own things shortly after. That was when the woman glanced over to her side to see that a fellow student was staring at her. He wasn’t there before, so he must’ve just shown up a few minutes ago to watch the practice. It was common for students to stop by and watch the team practice out of pure boredom, or when they had a significant other on the team. Only he was only really looking at her, almost as if he was admiring her. 

Meiqi hadn’t spoken to him before, but she recognized him (she tended to know everyone around the school who was fairly popular). One of her old friends who had since graduated used to have the largest crush on him, though she was always warned to avoid expressing those feelings because of his reputation. He had one of being a playboy, or someone who would break the heart of any girl who attempted to win him over. Of course, those were just rumors. His name? Jaehyun, if she remembered correctly.

Meiqi couldn’t have looked good after running for so long, and she doubted he was heavily interested in track, so she didn’t quite know what his motives were. Perhaps he was into girls who wore sports attire, had messy hair, and looked like they’d just ran a marathon. She reached her hands above her head to adjust her hairstyle that was currently falling out of place. Nimble fingers worked on tying the dark hair up again to get it off of her skin, and within a few seconds, she had succeeded. Then she was making her way over to the man to approach him.