I practiced as a monk alone in Japan.

Chapter 225 Delicious Man

When Akiyama discovered this problem.

The shock he felt was indescribable.

He didn't know how the boy had managed to appear in his peripheral vision, which meant that the boy was already quite close to him!

This is simply incredible.

I'm not some trash, no rotten fish or shrimp. In fact, I'm a top athlete in the track and field department, and I'm even known as an ace!
His goal is to break the school's records; what are you here for?!
He not only instantly closed the huge gap left by his teammates, but he even caught up with him. What does this mean? It means he's almost ten meters faster than him!

How the hell is this possible!

But this shock was just the beginning; it was only the first layer of despair.

When Akiyama saw the boy's figure gradually appear in front of him, in a position he couldn't help but see, he almost went crazy.

Where did this amazing person come from? How could they do it so fast?
Is he running on his legs or on the wheels?
No, no.

I cannot lose, I absolutely cannot lose.

He trained day and night, from the start to the mid-race acceleration, and finally to the finish line. Every technical movement, every breakthrough he made, he knew how much sweat and self-discipline it took to achieve it.

At an age when his peers are taking off, he doesn't even look at pictures!

While my peers were all in the throes of romance, I was left with only the smell of plastic running track to keep me company during my youth.

How could he possibly lose!
He even started to close his eyes tightly, tilt his head back, and grit his teeth.

Gone was any trace of his former composure; he felt like a wild dog, starving for seven days, fighting for the last piece of meat.

His life was a brilliant journey of chasing the wind, facing the sun, and then his heart racing until he died suddenly. How could he let someone else run ahead of him?
“Uhhhhhhhh!!”

The screams on the runway sounded like the roars of a meat grinder.

The narrator's voice also reached its most extreme tone.

"Oh my god! Is someone going to do something about this? Tsukino from the White Team has not only made up for all the previous gaps! He has even surpassed Akiyama from the Blue Team! He seems to be accelerating!"

"Just how incredible is this speed? I seriously suspect that what's inside Tsukino's chest cavity isn't a heart, but a V8 engine!"

"Go for it, Akiyama! The track and field team's ace! That championship should have been yours!"

"And Tsukino is like a grassroots hero challenging kings and generals. He has no competition experience and no track and field training experience, but he wants to kick the person on the throne off! He wants to become the new king!"

"Final sprint!"

"Final sprint!!"

"Congratulations to Team White!! They've pulled off an impossible comeback! Team White is the champion!!"

"boom."

When Akiyama crossed the finish line, he was almost completely exhausted.

Contrary to popular belief, sprinting is actually extremely physically demanding.

It's not as simple as just a short distance on the surface. The sprint requires a huge amount of energy and the explosive power to bring the body's functions to their limit. In fact, it takes more time to recover.

Therefore, it's common to see in competitions that athletes who usually perform well tend to conserve their energy during the preliminaries. Conversely, those who are considered underdogs often give their all in the preliminaries, just to secure a spot in the finals. Then, when the finals actually arrive, they're like roadside passersby, easily overtaken.

This is not just a difference in talent and strength, but also because those players had already exhausted themselves in the qualifiers and were unable to fully recover.

That's exactly what Akiyama is like now.

He stared blankly ahead, panting heavily.

Not falling to the ground immediately seemed to be the last vestige of dignity; the few staggering steps he took made it seem as if his soul was leaving his body.

When he saw the boys in white team uniforms rush over and excitedly hug the handsome boy, he knew that the dust had truly settled.

He actually lost?
And in such a humiliating way.
His teammates created such a huge advantage, only to have it reversed and miraculously blew out with his own shot? Could he one day become nothing more than a background character?

Is this the difference in talent?

The incomparable gap between him and a true genius was starkly clear before him, leaving him with a profound sense of powerlessness. It was as if he had finally realized that all his tireless efforts had been in vain.

The thing called a dream seems to have been shattered clearly in my heart.

"...Is that so?"

in the audience.

Mrs. Saionji struggled to recover from her disbelief, and then she saw the elegant smile of the woman beside her.

"See? I told you, sometimes, victory or defeat is in the hands of one person. As long as that person does it, the team wins. It doesn't matter what the difference was before."

Mrs. Saionji felt her throat was dry, and she felt that anything she said now seemed pale and powerless.

She nodded with difficulty.

"That's interesting. They run pretty fast."

There still seemed to be a defiant disdain.

It wasn't simply to belittle the boy; she just didn't want to take anything the woman was praising seriously.

At this moment, Jun Asagiri smiled and said, "He didn't just sign up for this one project; it seems he also has a football match to participate in this afternoon. Do you want to continue watching together?" Mrs. Saionji took a deep breath, then turned her head, revealing a smile full of noblewoman's elegance.

"Okay, let's watch together. I'm really looking forward to seeing what he'll do next."

"Wow!! You did it, you fucking did it!!"

Kono was almost in tears.

Although this wasn't my only project, I made a mistake right from the start, and at that moment I felt an indescribable sense of redemption.

Although I wasn't the one who created the miracle, it's a real championship! Real money will be paid out to me, and my resume will have another award. Even if it wasn't a national competition.

But who doesn't know that the track and field team at Zhaori Private High School is also among the top? They will be able to compete well even after they go on to university.

The most important thing is the excitement of this moment.

Gen Tsukino was almost surrounded by people. They hadn't expected that when they had all given up, this boy would actually create this almost impossible miracle.

He was even the only member who didn't belong to the track and field department.

Kono even apologized with a trembling voice.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't run the first leg well, and it almost caused a major accident."

Gen Tsukino smiled and said, "It's alright. At least you all tried your best later, so it's nothing to worry about. Just be more careful in the future."

"Thank you so much, Tsukino-kun!"

At this moment, Tsukino Gen pushed them aside and walked towards the figure who seemed somewhat lost and dejected.

Akiyama looked up at him, his eyes filled with confusion.

It's like a mortal questioning the gods: what's the point of all the effort?

Tsukino Gen said with a smile.

"Actually, I really admire people who train track and field in this country. If you find something incredible, go after it. If something is bothering you, then surpass it. I believe in you."

Looking at the boy's smile and hearing his gentle, refined words.

Akiyama clenched his fist.

He took a deep breath and nodded. "I won't give up."

How could he give up?

We've already endured those days and nights, so how can we give up on our entire lives because of an unbelievable failure?
Whose dream is noble, and whose dream is cheap?
People should cherish every opportunity to get closer to their dreams, you bastard!
"We won! Oh dear, Mr. Fujii, I'm sorry to say we won the championship. But it's already very good that your Blue Team got second place."

In the stands.

The intelligent and beautiful woman breathed a long sigh of relief; the final reversal had almost made her heart jump out of her chest.

The middle-aged woman beside him was already ashen-faced; she was Ms. Fujii, the one who had encouraged the students to play that friendly match during the last game. This time, she was not only the homeroom teacher of Class 1 but also the coach of the blue team.

Although she is a woman, she also has a background in sports. The numerous awards she won in her youth make her one of the few teachers who uses sports as a subject for her role as a homeroom teacher.

She never imagined that the cooked duck could fly, and not only fly, but fly so high, so far, and so fast!
And this time, the blow was caused by that boy again!

Who exactly is he? Why is it that wherever he is, he becomes the protagonist, creates miracles, and all of these happen under his control?

His teammates seemed to have been given orders to create a huge hole for him, yet he managed to fill it. Is there no justice in this world?
However, things had come to this point, and Ms. Fujii wasn't someone who couldn't accept defeat. She also deeply understood that to win, one had to lose many times.

She looked at the young woman beside her.

"Don't get too excited, Sakuraba-sensei. The ball game is this afternoon. It's a pity that we weren't in the same group this time. I hope to see your class in the finals."

This time, Sakuraba Yuki was quite confident.

She smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Fujii. Our white team's soccer player, Tsukino, is also participating. I believe that as long as he's there, nothing will go wrong."

"Hmph, that's for the best. But your White Team is still behind us in medal count. Even if Tsukino-san is a treasure, it's impossible for her to participate in every event, right?"

This is indeed the case.

The Blue Team appears to be stronger overall. The morning's events are almost over, and in such a short time, they've already won five championships. Ultimately, the Sports Festival is all about the overall results.

The gains or losses of one or two projects are not that important.

At this moment, it seemed that it no longer mattered what reward their teacher would receive in the end, but rather that people were fighting for pride, and even Buddhas were fighting for a stick of incense.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fujii, it's not over yet. If even a sprint can be turned around, I believe there's nothing that can't be reversed. You guys are the ones who need to be careful."

When the celebration on the track came to an end.

A woman with rose-gold hair pressed the pause button on the filming.

Then he easily sent the clip out.

Her beautiful lips were turned up high as she gazed at the azure sky and the migratory birds passing by.

"What a delicious man."

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(End of this chapter)