A Special Delivery at the Sports Festival

The first stop was the high jump venue. After all, it was only natural to support his own brother.

Clutching his “heavenly goodie,” Zhou Yi ambled over leisurely.

The bar had already been raised to 1.7 meters. Though the crowd was three layers deep, Zhou Yi spotted Jiang Chen instantly.

Jiang Chen was performing his final stretches, his slender physique and focused profile particularly striking in the sunlight.

Zhou Yi stopped at the edge of the field, package in hand, and whistled toward him.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Chen rose from the foam mat. His gaze cut through the throng, finding Zhou Yi with unerring precision. A barely perceptible curve touched his lips as he mouthed, “Only just arriving?”

Zhou Yi raised the package in his hand, responding with a proud eyebrow raise. He mouthed back, “Here to hold the fort for you!”

“Just focus on my performance.” Jiang Chen turned his back, waved a dismissive hand, and redirected his attention to the crossbar.

As he began his run-up, the tensed muscles of his back sculpted a fluid line under the sun.

Zhou Yi’s gaze intently followed that body, poised and ready, as he unconsciously tightened his grip on the package in his arms.

Run-up, take-off, a flawless Fosbury Flop over the bar, landing on the foam mat with barely a sound.

“Beautiful!” Zhou Yi couldn’t help but cheer along with the crowd. He then watched Jiang Chen sit up from the mat, his eyes immediately seeking out Zhou Yi.

That gaze still held the vibrant energy of his jump, mixed with a hint of pride, waiting for praise.

The referee raised the white flag: a successful first attempt, the score valid.

Jiang Chen rose, dusting off his athletic pants.

On the sidelines, several girls, clutching mineral water or towels, stood waiting, their faces flushed.

Yet, he disregarded their expectant gazes, walking straight towards Zhou Yi.

“How was it?” He took the mineral water Zhou Yi offered and tilted his head back, taking a large gulp.

“It was alright, I suppose,” Zhou Yi said, though the corners of his eyes crinkled with a smile. “Barely watchable.”

Jiang Chen chuckled softly, his eyes falling on the bulging package in Zhou Yi’s arms. “What rare equipment did you manage to ‘drop’ this time?”

Zhou Yi gave a sly grin, about to reply, when the large loudspeaker on the other side of the track suddenly blared. [“Will all students who have won awards in the high jump event please proceed immediately to the podium to collect your prizes! Repeat…”]

Zhou Yi immediately nudged Jiang Chen. “The broadcast is calling you, comrade! Go quickly and get your award, don’t delay.”

Jiang Chen clicked his tongue, shoved the water bottle back into Zhou Yi’s hand, and waved him off. “Alright, I’m heading over.”

Zhou Yi watched him run towards the podium, then, still clutching his package, turned with a mischievous grin towards his next destination.

It was time to find Chen Hao and “deliver some warmth.”

****

The shot put arena presented a much rougher scene. The air was a mix of sweat and sunscreen powder, and most of the spectators were sports students.

Zhou Yi immediately spotted Chen Hao in the crowd, his burly frame conspicuous as he eagerly rubbed his hands together.

“Brother Hao! You can do it!” Zhou Yi squeezed to the front row, package in arm, and yelled.

Chen Hao turned at the sound, and upon seeing Zhou Yi, immediately broke into a wide, toothy grin. He even flexed his arm boastfully, displaying his barely discernible biceps.

Zhou Yi nodded with a smile, patting the package in his arms.

“My good brother, soon you’ll be the most dazzling guy on the whole field.”

Poor Chen Hao, utterly oblivious, was still cheerfully preparing to dominate.

His gaze shifted. On the other side of the competing teams, a figure so thin they looked as if a gust of wind could knock them over was nervously fiddling with a shot put. Their slender frame swayed within the athletic uniform.

Li Yanze?!

Zhou Yi’s eyes widened. ‘No way, buddy, can your physique even throw a shot put??’

He vaguely heard a nearby spectator whisper, pointing at Li Yanze, “His class really had no one else, they just dragged him in to make up the numbers…”

“…Wonder if he’ll end up throwing himself instead of the shot put later…”

Watching Li Yanze, who looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and then glancing at the eager Chen Hao beside him, Zhou Yi suddenly felt a pang of embarrassment.

[“Athletes for all events, take your positions! Prepare for check-in immediately!”] A teacher walked towards the center of the field, holding a megaphone.

Chen Hao enthusiastically gave him a thumbs-up. “Brother Yi, watch how I bring honor back to our class today!”

The smile on Zhou Yi’s face instantly became incredibly gentle. “Mhm, good luck. But if you don’t win…”

Chen Hao blinked. “?”

Zhou Yi lightly patted the package in his hands. “This maid outfit will be waiting for your signature upon delivery.”

Chen Hao’s face went white. “Dad!!! I will absolutely give it my all!!!”

Perhaps genuinely terrified, Chen Hao put all his strength into it this time. The shot put arced beautifully through the air, landing with a remarkably good score.

A smattering of applause broke out, and Chen Hao, relieved, proudly lifted his chin at Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi shook his head regretfully, weighing the package in his hand. ‘No rush,’ he thought. ‘The sports festival program is still long.’

‘There will always be a moment for you to shine.’

When it was Li Yanze’s turn, the entire field fell silent. The slender figure in the throwing circle took a deep breath, bent down, turned, and pushed the shot put with all their might.

The ball didn’t fly particularly far, but the arc it traced in the air was exceptionally standard.

“Not bad!” The referee recorded the score with surprise.

Li Yanze wiped his sweat. As he stepped off the field, a girl wearing glasses jogged up to him, handing him a bottle of mineral water, then a towel.

The girl wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, but she was neat and clean, and when she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Li Yanze froze for a moment, his ears visibly reddening. He took the items, awkwardly muttering his thanks.

Zhou Yi watched from a distance, first surprised, then his lips curling into an involuntary smile.

‘Well, well, this kid… he’s finally stopped being a dog.’

He checked the time, then immediately turned with his package, heading briskly towards the relay race track.

From afar, he saw Jiang Chen already warming up by the track. Zhou Yi jogged over, swinging the package in his hand.

On the track, the hundred-meter dash was in full swing.

To Zhou Yi’s surprise, Han Yan was leading the pack, effortlessly crossing the finish line in a decisive win.

“Holy crap…” Zhou Yi heard a girl beside him gasp quietly, covering her face. “Does the academic god even dominate running with such a crushing advantage?”

Han Yan, slightly breathless, walked to the side of the field, where Jiang Chen was already waiting with a raised fist.

Just then, a slender girl in a volunteer vest cut in front of them, heading straight for Han Yan with mineral water and a towel in hand.

Han Yan gave her a helpless glance, then sidestepped around her, bumping fists with Jiang Chen.

“Clap.”

Only after completing this brotherly ritual did he turn back, calmly adding to the girl still holding out the towel, “Thank you, but it’s really not necessary.”

The girl’s smile faltered for a moment before blossoming into a sweet expression. She gently draped the towel over a nearby railing. “It’s fine, I’ll just leave it here. You can use it later if you need to.”

With that, she quietly retreated to the side, her gaze, however, remained persistently fixed on Han Yan.