This Childhood Sweetheart is a Little Sweet

Chapter 69

Regarding the provincial cycling race, at Jiang Wei's strong insistence, Yi Ming finally registered for it.

"Cycling is your hobby, I know you want to participate in this competition." Yi Ming received a call from Jiang Wei after class, the girl's voice on the other end of the phone was as gentle as the winter sun, "Don't worry, I'll take care of myself. Train hard and win the championship for me."

Jiang Wei knew that the heavy workload from studies was just an excuse for Yi Ming.

Yi Ming was extremely intelligent, and had never slacked off in his major, consistently ranking at the top in his department.

She knew Yi Ming was worried about her.

This competition was being held in the neighboring city, about a three-hour drive from D City. To better familiarize himself with the venue, Yi Ming needed to go there for pre-competition training a week before the race.

Yi Ming's coach, surnamed Wu, was strict and stern, rarely smiling, and had always been demanding when it came to training. To allow the team members to train without distractions, he required all team members to hand over their phones during the training period.

Thinking about not being able to contact his childhood sweetheart, Yi Ming's little face looked so worried that it seemed water might drip from it.

Then he thought about the graduate student Shen Yuzhe, who still insisted on writing poems for Jiang Wei every day. If Jiang Wei didn't accept them, he would publish them on the campus forum under the title "To My Wei"...

This was truly a case of troubles from within and without...

"No, I'm not going."

With this thought, Yi Ming buried his head in the sofa at home, stretching his long legs out onto the floor and covering his head tightly with a pillow.

"Yi Ming, what are you sulking about again?"

Jiang Wei sighed and stood on the floor, looking at him, "You are the pride of D University, the favorite to win the championship. Being afraid of competition is not something you should do."

"I'm not afraid of the competition, I'll definitely win the championship once I'm on the field. That's not even worth discussing."

"Then what are you worried about?"

Jiang Wei was puzzled.

"I'm worried about you..."

Yi Ming poked his head out from the pillow, smiling meaningfully.

"Worried about me?"

Jiang Wei pointed at her nose in confusion, "I'm fine, why are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried that the 'To My Wei' guy might actually become yours. What would I do then?"

Jiang Wei was stunned for a moment, then finally understood what he meant.

She shook her head and smiled with tender affection in her eyes, "Then I'll write you a guarantee."

"Okay, write it." Yi Ming sat up straight on the sofa, hugging the pillow and laughing happily, his eyes crescent-shaped, "Write - 'I hereby guarantee to Yi Ming that his childhood sweetheart Jiang Wei will never run under someone else's tree for shade. She will obediently wait for Yi Ming to return, and give him a big hug when he wins the championship...'"

Yi Ming rambled on happily on the sofa, while Jiang Wei also appeared to "cooperate" by taking out a piece of paper and scribbling away as she crouched by the coffee table...

"Are you done writing?"

Yi Ming grinned mischievously and leaned forward.

"Yes, I'm done." Jiang Wei smiled mysteriously and nodded.

"Let me see."

Yi Ming jumped off the sofa and rushed over to Jiang Wei, snatching the paper and holding it in front of his eyes:

"I hereby guarantee to Yi Ming that his childhood sweetheart Jiang Wei will never run under someone else's tree for shade. She will obediently wait for Yi Ming to return, and give him a big hug when he wins the championship... but..."

"If he doesn't win the championship, Jiang Wei will consider whether or not to reply to Shen Yuzhe's post, and further explore classical romantic poetry together with him..."

Yi Ming gritted his teeth and crumpled the paper into a ball. Then he coolly propped one foot on the coffee table, "This is just the first round. Half a month from now, when I return, I'll make sure he doesn't leave a single trace."