After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 19
19: Ambiguous Distance
In Qin Que’s mind, only four words remained—She’s so beautiful.
Yet her hand had already lifted without hesitation, gently meeting the woman’s soft palm.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, as expected of Sister Yan.” Yan Yuzhen, panting just like Yan Qing had moments ago, didn’t seem the least bit upset despite losing. Her flushed face was all smiles. “I’ve been busy preparing for my album lately and haven’t danced much. Otherwise, I definitely could’ve run faster.”
Jin Shuo stood beside her, silently patting her back.
Yan Yuzhen shot her a sidelong glance. “Hmph.”
Jin Shuo pretended not to see it.
By then, Dai Yuchen had also reached the finish line. The first thing the man did after setting Nie Sijun down was protest to Mi Sike, “This isn’t fair! I waited too long.”
Clearly, losing a sports competition to two omegas—after boasting before the race—had shattered this alpha’s fragile ego.
Nie Sijun said nothing, her face pale as she held her forehead, probably nauseous from being jostled around.
Mi Sike shrugged helplessly. “The average handover time for a normal two-person piggyback relay is ten seconds. And besides…”
She didn’t finish her sentence, but the way her gaze swept over the group said it all.
And besides, you’re a big, male alpha carrying your skinny wife. The other two teams didn’t even complain about you having an advantage.
She didn’t want to poke the bear, but no one here cared about protecting Young Master Dai’s delicate ego.
Yan Yuzhen scoffed. “It’s just a game, Director Dai. Why so worked up? Can’t handle losing?”
“You—?” Dai Yuchen’s eyes widened as he took a step toward Yan Yuzhen. Jin Shuo immediately blocked him, meeting his glare with a cold stare of her own.
“Yuchen, don’t—” Nie Sijun, finally recovering a bit, hurriedly tried to pull Dai Yuchen back.
“Stay out of it!” The man roughly shook her off, righteous indignation in his tone. “This isn’t about losing—it’s about fairness!”
Qin Que frowned as she watched Nie Sijun get shoved aside. “If you thought it was unfair, why didn’t you say so at the start?”
“Alright.” Yan Qing’s languid voice cut through the argument. She stepped around the quarreling group and walked over to Nie Sijun, who stood with her head bowed. Taking the hand Dai Yuchen had shoved away, she gently rubbed the red mark on it before turning a calm, indifferent gaze toward Dai Yuchen. “If it’s that big a deal, we can race again. Just you and me, 70 meters. How about it?”
“I—” Dai Yuchen faltered. His protest had been nothing more than sour grapes, and he hadn’t actually thought of a solution.
He stared at the omega, who was a head shorter than him. Yan Qing seemed far more delicate, but her composed demeanor inexplicably made him hesitate.
If he raced her and won, it wouldn’t even be impressive. But if he lost again…
He’d have no excuses left to hide his shame.
“Miss Yan, you’re too kind,” he finally said after a brief silence, forcing a smile. “I was just venting. It’s not worth making a fuss over.”
“Good.” Yan Qing smiled back, her expression cool and knowing. She gave Nie Sijun’s shoulder a reassuring pat before returning to Qin Que’s side.
With the argument settled, Mi Sike moved on. “The second event—three-legged race. Same rewards as before.”
A classic game where two people tie their legs together and race to the finish line, testing teamwork and coordination. It was a staple of sports events, often topping the charts for most entertaining competition.
Bound together by the red rope, Qin Que’s left side was pressed flush against Yan Qing. The intoxicating scent of wine mixed with sunlight and sweat, blending into something even warmer and more alluring.
In a daze, Qin Que’s arm lifted, as if to wrap around Yan Qing’s shoulders.
She quickly lowered it, staring at her sneakers and silently reciting electrical laws to herself.
“Hey.”
Yan Qing’s voice reached her, but it felt distant, as if from another world.
“I’m talking to you.” Her ear was suddenly pinched, and Qin Que instinctively turned toward the tug, meeting Yan Qing’s displeased gaze. “Are there bugs on the ground? You’re staring so hard.”
“No.” She answered the question first before realizing it was just a figure of speech. “Sorry.”
Her meek apology seemed to placate Yan Qing. The woman released her ear, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips as she waved a hand in front of Qin Que’s face. “Want to hold hands?”
It was an irresistible offer at the moment, but Qin Que stubbornly shook her head.
She was too restless right now—better not.
As if expecting her refusal, Yan Qing pouted and pointed to the side. “Look at them.”
Qin Que noticed that the other two pairs had already interlocked their fingers seamlessly. Even though Dai Yuchen’s face was still stiff, and Yan Yuzhen and Jin Shuo weren’t even looking at each other…
Their hands were firmly clasped.
Are they that desperate to win?
For once, Qin Que inwardly grumbled before weakly insisting, “Let’s try it like this first.”
Yan Qing didn’t push further. After agreeing on which foot to start with, they were ready.
“Begin!”
Mi Sike’s flag swung down.
Yan Yuzhen and Jin Shuo chanted in unison, “One, two, one! One, two, one!”
Somehow, they managed not only to match their steps perfectly but also maintained nearly their usual speed, stride length, and rhythm.
Qin Que and Yan Qing, on the other hand, were the complete opposite.
By the second step, nervous Qin Que had already mixed up her legs, while Yan Qing, eager to catch up, was practically running.
Two people who should’ve been moving in opposite directions were now bound together, destined to sink or swim as one.
In the struggle, Yan Qing—who had lunged forward—was yanked back by Qin Que’s misstep. With no resistance, she crashed into Qin Que, sending them both tumbling onto the grass. Qin Que instinctively wrapped an arm around Yan Qing’s waist to break the fall.
“Ah!”
Qin Que landed on the soft grass, Yan Qing landing on the even softer Qin Que. Neither was hurt.
Yan Qing’s first instinct was to get up and keep going, but the red rope yanked her back down before she could fully rise, nearly smacking her into Qin Que’s nose as the latter sat up.
They stared at each other, close enough to feel each other’s warm, rapid breaths.
An ambiguous distance. An ambiguous position.
Qin Que could even see the tiny bead of sweat trembling on Yan Qing’s dark lashes.
Then—who started first? Maybe it was simultaneous.
“Pfft… Hahahaha!”
They both burst into laughter.
There was no special reason. For two people who had always been athletic, rolling around on the ground like this—completely graceless and unable to stand—probably hadn’t happened since they were toddlers learning to walk.
Not to mention the grass stains on their clothes and faces, making them look like a pair of unruly kids who’d just crawled out of a bush.
Their laughter was so loud it even made the leading teams turn back to look.
Only to find them acting like a couple of overgrown children.
By the time they finally stopped laughing, Yan Yuzhen and Jin Shuo were already more than halfway through the course. Even Dai Yuchen, dragging Nie Sijun along, was far ahead of them.
Winning was hopeless now, but Yan Qing, now fully in a playful mood, was determined to finish.
Pointing at Yan Yuzhen’s distant figure, she complained to Qin Que, “See? I told you we should’ve held hands.”
Qin Que plucked a stray blade of grass from Yan Qing’s hair, feeling like the woman crouched beside her was a cat sulking at its owner.
“Then let’s hold hands.”
A strange surge of protectiveness rose in her chest, and she reached for Yan Qing’s hand.
Just like the first time they’d held hands, she was struck by how fragile Yan Qing seemed.
Her slender fingers were delicate, like holding a small bird—one wrong move, and she might hurt her.
Yan Qing’s eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised by Qin Que’s initiative, before curving into a smile. Her palm brushed against Qin Que’s as their fingers intertwined.
Qin Que didn’t have time to dwell on the details—Yan Qing was already pointing toward the finish line.
“Charge!”
Two steps later, they were rolling on the grass again.
Maybe the problem wasn’t their hands after all.