They were wearing short skirts, not convenient for physical activity, and their eyes were fixed on the male student who was far ahead on the track.,'It went up by 20 points, a little more than usual...',Xue Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion or because the towel had been held in that junior sister's arms for too long, but it seemed to have a faint scent.。