Revenge is best served cold

Chapter 1754

Fiona could barely keep up with Alec's steady pace.

"Keep your back straight, and stride out," Alec instructed, taking his time as usual.

Fiona shot him a sidelong glare. She managed only a few steps before she was gasping for air.

A group of boys running alongside her shouted, "Come on, Fiona! You're almost there!"

"Almost there" still meant there were seven hundred meters left, and Fiona felt utterly defeated. She hated running-absolutely despised it.

The gym teacher looked on, scratching his head awkwardly. What could he do? Her mom was on the school board!

Seeing Fiona's pace slow to a crawl, Alec suddenly picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

"Ah! Alec! Put me down! Put me down!" she shrieked.

covering over

girls nearby were stunned. One couldn't help but ask, "Teacher... isn't

his gaze, pretending to be busy, muttering to himself, "Her mom's on the board, her mom's on

"Ouch!"

the 800 meters, Alec gently tossed

teacher wouldn't have cared," Fiona said, rubbing

"Fiona, you're

tough times so I wouldn't have to."

only parents who can't achieve their own dreams push their kids to suffer, because they've struggled so much without getting what they wanted. They pin their hopes on us, wanting us to live the

wise words, you

a way to measure ability. It's okay to fail; it just means I'm not good at sports. My mom would never scold me

pursuits. If she didn't like something, she wouldn't bother with it. But if she liked it, she'd dive

math was boring during English class, she'd read an English book; if art

new one. If water spilled, she'd pour