"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I need to go check up front. Since your legs are weak, just take a good rest and don't embarrass yourself in front of everyone!"
Xiaozi gritted her teeth, as if intending to retaliate, but Jiang Yingying patted the back of her hand, signaling that it was okay.
Jiang Zhou held his head covered in black hair, worried his hair would fall apart, and ran like the wind.
Along the way, he tripped over a large tree root and almost fell face-first. Though he stood his ground, his precarious hairpin couldn't withstand the impact and fell with a thud.
His black hair tumbled down chaotically over his face.
While brushing his hair aside, he lifted his foot and fiercely kicked that annoying tree root.
Unexpectedly, the root was as stubborn as a rock; his foot wasn't in his usually reinforced shoes, and this kick caused his face to warp in pain.
So there he stood, holding his hair with one hand and clutching his foot with the other, hopping in place.
