"Hehe, just kidding, Wushuang, go for it!"
Chen Tianlong grinned and walked to the seat behind Lin Wushuang.
About ten minutes later, a burly man appeared at the classroom door. It was the P.E. teacher, Wang Yong.
"Are all the students ready? In a moment, the sports committee member will lead the way to the playground for assembly. Today, we must cheer up and bring out our best performance."
Wang Yong said enthusiastically, "Perhaps this is our last sports day in high school. Let’s create some beautiful memories for ourselves."
That wasn’t wrong at all. In the second semester of senior year, there’s basically no time for sports day, so let’s create some beautiful youth memories while we’re still carefree.
At this point, Wang Yong’s words left the entire class silent, thinking that soon, everyone would be going their separate ways, and their mood became slightly heavy.
Seeing the expressions of the whole class, Wang Yong knew he had said something wrong and quickly laughed it off, "Anyway, just do your best, you’ll surely perform well. Alright, I’ll go make the arrangements."
With that, Wang Yong left briskly.
Sure enough, the students were only momentarily absent-minded. How could they remain downcast during the vibrant high school years? After a brief silence, the classroom returned to its previous lively atmosphere.
Surrounding Zhao Lei were a bunch of people who were not thinking about winning the competition but rather betting on who would win.
"Place your bets, those betting on Chen Tianlong to win, odds are one to one point five; betting on him to lose, odds are one to ten," Zhao Lei whispered.
"He must win... I’m betting five bucks on Chen Tianlong."
"I’m betting ten bucks that he loses!"
"Damn, I’m in for ten bucks, he must win. Even if the odds are low, it’s still money."
Another student took away the ten bucks from the opponent and then spoke.
"Zhao Lei, you’re too mean, using Chen Tianlong to make money," Yang Fan couldn’t hold back anymore.
"Yang Fan, you’re wrong. This isn’t using him to make money; it’s seizing the opportunity to earn some living expenses. From an economic perspective..."
"Stop, stop, stop... I give up on you. Not becoming a lawyer would be such a waste," Yang Fan could no longer stand Zhao Lei’s clever tongue, unable to outtalk him.
"Hehe, that’s exactly my intention."
After saying that, Zhao Lei hurriedly started gambling with the group of people again.
Mo Shaoyun and Li Kai, sitting at the back of the classroom, looked blankly at the blackboard without enthusiasm. They heard Hao Jian got into trouble with Zhang Yufei the other day and ended up in prison, which left them anxious.
Thankfully, he didn’t participate in that action; otherwise, he’d be doomed too.
"Young Master Mo, what are you doing? The sports day is about to start soon." Suddenly, Liu Wenbin came in from behind, speaking to the somewhat despondent Mo Shaoyun.
"Sigh... not in the mood!" Mo Shaoyun glanced back, saw Liu Wenbin, and replied.
"What’s making you feel down?"
At this moment, Hao Ren also walked in from outside, sat on Mo Shaoyun’s desk, and said lazily, "Are we going ahead with today’s plan or not? If we’re canceling, I’m heading back to the dorm to sleep."
Earlier, they had planned to pull some tricks on Chen Tianlong during the sports day. Unfortunately, with Hao Jian taken out, they lost part of their strength.
Hao Ren didn’t care much about sports days; he was merely in charge of monitoring Chen Tianlong. If Chen made no moves, he wouldn’t target him.
Master Hao had already instructed them that Chen Tianlong was somewhat tricky, and they should wait for movements from the Celestial Martial Sect before making plans.
"Who said anything about canceling? Something happened at home, I’m just feeling a bit upset. Alright, let’s get ready." Thinking about getting back at Chen Tianlong, Mo Shaoyun wished he could eliminate him immediately to vent his anger.
Hao Ren and Liu Wenbin exchanged smiles, and the three of them left the classroom together, with Li Kai following, and Hao Ren brought along a new follower named Hu Bing.
However, he was just a follower and not of much use.
Around 9 AM, at the playground of South Sea No. 1 Middle School, the sound of drums and gongs filled the sky, and there was a sea of people.
Members from each class participating in the sports day had gathered together, listening to arrangements by their respective sports committee members, and were then led to each of their event areas.
Beside the track, a temporary stage was set up, covered with a red carpet, and the student council president and some members responsible for broadcasting the sports day were also in position, shouting various cheers.
They were mostly phrases to cheer on and some well-wishes from fellow students, bringing smiles to everyone’s faces.
Chen Tianlong’s events were the long jump and the 100-meter sprint. For him, there was no sense of nervousness. The 100-meter sprint, this time, wasn’t scheduled to be the earliest event but was arranged after the long distance races. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel•fire.net
After all, this event is quite thrilling, relying not on stamina but on explosive power and quick reflexes.
"Wushuang, go for it! You’ll definitely get first place."
Seeing Lin Wushuang standing in front of the 400-meter race area, Chen Tianlong walked over to cheer her on.
"Are you sure I’ll get first?"
Lin Wushuang said and pointed at Wu Mengting, who was walking over not far away, "Your girl here is running with me."
Chen Tianlong was stunned; if that were the case, he didn’t know what to say.
Firstly, Lin Wushuang was his boss’s precious daughter, aka indirect superior, and he couldn’t afford to offend her. Secondly, Wu Mengting was his girlfriend, someone he absolutely couldn’t upset.
Being caught between these two beauties was indeed uncomfortable. If Wu Mengting were a bit more accommodating, Chen Tianlong would really consider having them both so as not to be stuck in between, unable to make a move either way.
But, that’s just something to ponder.
Not to mention that Wu Mengting wouldn’t agree, and Lin Wushuang, as the young lady, wouldn’t bother sharing a man with another woman.
"Tianlong, hasn’t your event started yet?"
Wu Mengting’s gentle voice melted even Lin Wushuang, not to mention Chen Tianlong, who was a hot-blooded and slightly lustful guy.
"Yeah, I planned to come and cheer for you... both!" Chen Tianlong originally intended to say "for you," but remembering Lin Wushuang was also present, he immediately changed his words.
As expected, hearing that Chen Tianlong gave her face even in front of Wu Mengting, Lin Wushuang felt somewhat pleased.
Wu Mengting knew Lin Wushuang was Chen Tianlong’s indirect superior, so she didn’t find it inappropriate. Recently, she also felt that although Lin Wushuang was a lady of high status, she didn’t act snobbish.
The main thing is, Chen Tianlong’s work went smoothly, likely thanks to her care.
"Alright... oh, by the way, Wushuang, we’re in the same group. Could you take it easy on me later and not leave me too far behind?" Wu Mengting grinned wide.
Lin Wushuang laughed, suddenly finding Wu Mengting quite adorable, and then pretended to be generous, saying, "I’ve heard you’re not bad either; I dare not underestimate you."