Practical teaching, all I want is your reward.

Because the track was clearly not enough for all three grades, the school decided to designate the inner track as the competition track, allowing students waiting to receive the baton to stay on the outer track, complete the baton exchange on the outer track, and then run into the inner track.

Although there is a considerable distance between each runner, all grades are crammed into the same track and field, so the distances are not that far apart. The race itself is just three laps around the track.

Therefore, Suzuki Toru's distance from the final baton was somewhat delicate.

"Suzuki, are you standing at the back because you're afraid to face me?" Nagumo Ya's cold voice drifted from the front.

"The most crucial baton must be passed to the most suitable person." Suzuki Tetsu was too lazy to waste words with him; he might not even be able to catch up with Kamuro Masumi later.

“I’m not surprised that you’re hanging out with Kiriyama. What’s surprising is how you know about Class 2-A?” Nan Yunya sneered. “Don’t worry, I’ll investigate this mole thoroughly when I get back.”

"And then what?" Suzuki Toru asked.

"Heh, what do you think will happen to him?" Nan Yunya said sarcastically. "Did he think I wouldn't turn on my classmates? The moment he betrayed me, he was no longer my comrade."

"I thought you wouldn't care about a mere betrayal. Not long ago you were saying that individual strength is paramount, so it's only natural that you've been betrayed now." Suzuki Toru said in a matter-of-fact tone, "What could be more impressive than defeating you?"

Despite the mockery, Nan Yunya pondered seriously for a moment before nodding: "You're right, I am their king, and nothing demonstrates one's strength more than killing the king. However, betrayal is still a fact."

The more he agreed with Toru Suzuki's words, the angrier he became at the betrayal.

"If you don't defeat me immediately, then Kiriyama, you, him, and anyone else who dares to defy me should be prepared to accept my punishment."

"Does this mean all of us are dropping out of school?"

"Suzuki!"

Nan Yunya was a little annoyed. This guy always overstepped his seniority and even mocked her to her face.

"It's a competition now, stop arguing," Horikita Manabu said calmly.

The race has officially begun. Takeru Sudo, the starter for Class 1-D, took first place with an absolute advantage, and then handed the baton to Yosuke Hirata, the second runner.

When it was the fourth runner's turn, Class 2A and Class 3A had caught up, and some students fell to the ground because they were too reckless.

"Hehehe, President Horikita is really strict. I just wanted to have a chat with this junior, that's all." Nanami Aya smiled, but there was no real amusement in her eyes. "However, it seems our class is in the lead now. Suzuki, what are your plans..."

“Being in the lead is meaningless, as Class 2-B’s overall points have already caught up with yours.” Suzuki Tetsu interrupted him. “Including this relay race, my entry form was entirely designed for Class 2-A.”

His sudden self-disclosure stunned Nan Yunya, followed by a burst of rage. She had actually been attacked by a junior. Not only that, but recalling the embarrassment she had suffered that morning, she felt her face turn red with shame.

Kamuro Masumi turned her head. She had been ignoring their conversation, but now she was a little surprised. How did this girl end up fighting with a second-year student?

However, on second thought, it doesn't seem like a bad idea, since this guy and Nan Yunya didn't get along from the start anyway.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Horikita Suzune beside her. The other girl seemed somewhat surprised, but more so nervous, and her gaze towards her held a hint of envy.

Horikita Suzune remained silent, even though she had already fulfilled her wish and stood proudly next to her brother.

However, she did not feel the confidence and pride she had imagined. Instead, she felt apprehensive and, with Masumi Kamuro by her side, she couldn't help but waver a little.

Horikita Suzune knew she couldn't keep up with Kamuro Masumi's speed, nor could she keep up with her brother's speed. Standing here seemed a bit embarrassing.

Especially when she thought about all the things she had said to Suzuki Toru, Horikita Suzune felt like burying her head in the sand and regretted her confidence at the time.

Soon, the fifth runner set off, and Toru Suzuki, in fourth place, closely followed.

As he passed the sixth runner, he glanced at Horikita Suzune, who also looked at him; their eyes met for a fleeting moment.

"How does Class D compare to Class A now?" Horikita Manabu suddenly asked.

Horikita Suzune paused for a moment before realizing that her brother was talking to her. A hint of panic flashed through her mind, and she finally said with a touch of shame, "I will... I will catch up with Suzuki-kun and his Class A. I definitely will."

"I see." Horikita Manabu's voice was indifferent. "You haven't improved at all. Suzuki-kun's judgment of you must be wrong."

Horikita Suzune thought he would say something even more disdainful of her, but to her surprise, that was all. And she even heard Suzuki Tetsu's name come out of his mouth.

"Suzuki-kun...did he say something to his brother?"

"Some boring nonsense, asking me to be the last runner in the relay race, saying it was your request. I'm surprised your relationship has become so good."

Horikita Suzune blushed deeply. She remembered that she had indeed made this request when she fulfilled Suzuki Toru's request. He had actually told his brother?

"Is this junior the younger sister of President Horikita?" Nan Yunya's voice suddenly rang out, her fiery gaze sweeping over Horikita Suzune.

Horikita Suzune lowered her head instinctively. Whenever someone mistook her for Horikita Manabu's younger sister, she would always make this almost instinctive reaction.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"It's surprising that President Horikita's sister was assigned to Class D when she enrolled."

Even so, she is still my sister.

"Hehe, what a lovely brother and sister. I look forward to the future."

The blow Suzuki Tetsu had just dealt him seemed to have vanished, and Nagumo Masako smiled again.

The next moment, the final baton was passed to him.

“Then, I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line. Horikita will—” Nan Yunma had only said half of his sentence when a dark figure flew out from the side, and his smile froze.

When he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his pupils dilated in shock. He couldn't understand how someone could catch up with the number one second-year A class.

Chapter 317 Officially Ends

"Kamiro! Kamuro! Kamuro!"

"First place! We admire your teeth!"

"Kamuro-kun, please, please give me your autograph, sign it here!"

Faced with the cheers of the class, Masumi Kamuro was clearly at a loss, unsure of what to do with her hands, and wanted to tell them that she didn't really know what was going on.

On second thought, since I don't know what's going on anyway, I might as well ignore these people.

Despite having this thought in mind, Kamuro Masumi was still surrounded by girls, including older girls, making her even more numerous than before.

As a result, Masumi Kamuro became completely immersed in the crowd, which made many boys envious.

"I didn't expect you to run so fast in the end."

As soon as Suzuki Tetsu sat down, a bottle of drink was handed to him, and Sakayanagi Arisu looked at him with a smile.

If he hadn't caught up with Class 2-A at the last minute, Kamuro Masumi might not have gotten first place, otherwise Nagumo Masaru wouldn't have shown such a surprised expression.

"If I didn't have confidence, I wouldn't be the fifth batter." Suzuki Toru looked at the second-year students' camp, which was already in disarray. "Alright, what are you going to perform now?"

"Shouldn't you praise me?" Sakayanagi Arisu looked like she was about to cry. "Today, I haven't disrupted Suzuki-kun's plans at all, have I?"

People like Kito Hayabusa, Hashimoto Masayoshi, and Kamuro Masumi are all her people. If she wants to cause trouble, Suzuki Tetsuma can't do anything about it.

Suzuki Tetsu thought for a moment, then reached out and scratched Sakayanagi Arisu's chin, his voice devoid of any emotion: "Meow meow meow."

At this moment, Sakayanagi Arisu felt as if he had really turned into a cat. He was gently stroking his chin, and it was time for him to make a soft purring sound.

"What are you doing?"

"As you can see, I am stroking Sakayanagi-san."

“Sometimes, I really want to knock open your brain and see what you’re thinking.” Sakayanagi Arisu sighed and immediately grabbed Suzuki Toru’s mischievous hand. “I’m not a kitten, and you’re not my master.”

"It's only a matter of time," Suzuki Toru said dismissively.

Sakayanagi Arisu laughed, a ray of twilight's afterglow falling on her, her silver hair shimmering with golden flames, her slightly upturned lips carrying a hint of cunning, and her bare calves appearing exceptionally white and clean, as tempting as cream.

"Attention, the results of this year's sports festival will now be announced—"

Just then, the school's announcement that the sports festival had officially ended came over the loudspeaker.

The students who were originally surrounding Masumi Kamuro couldn't help but look up at the electronic screen on the platform, which displayed the overall scores of each grade and the scores of both the red and white teams.

Thanks to this, Masumi Kamuro quickly squeezed out of the crowd. She really couldn't understand why she had suddenly become so popular, all because she had caught up with a few boys.

Suzuki Toru looked at the screen and first confirmed the results of the red and white groups.

"The White Team wins!"

In an instant, disturbances arose around them; this was probably the first time Class A had suffered a defeat.

However, they didn't have time to think too much before announcing the rankings for each grade.

Class C for one year, Class A for one year, Class B for one year, and Class D for one year;

Class 2B, Class 2A, Class 2C, Class 2D;

Class A of Grade 3, Class B of Grade 3, Class D of Grade 3, Class C of Grade 3.

……

In the above rankings, both Class 1A and Class 2A lost their first place.

Although the specific points are not visible, this ranking alone is enough to illustrate the situation.

As teammates in the Red Group, Class D was too far behind, dragging down their overall score.

Therefore, as punishment for failure, all members of the Red Team will have 100 points deducted.

Based on this, except for Class C of Grade 1, all other classes were penalized with point deductions.

Grade 1, Class A: 1656

Class 1B: 966

Class 1-C: 522

Class D, Year 1: 0

After this sports festival, Class 1-D has returned to the era of zero points, but fortunately, there won't be any negative scores.

Upon hearing this news, Ike Kanji and the others were already screaming in agony next door, and some even started attacking and complaining to each other. Hirata Yosuke didn't know how to appease them.

While Class D in the first year was certainly miserable, there wasn't a single smile on Class A's face either.

"Damn it, why did we lose?" Totsuka Yahiko said indignantly.

"If they had known, they wouldn't have lost now." Hashimoto Masayoshi seemed a little helpless. "In my opinion, it's most likely that the competition list was leaked. The plan to ally with Class D from the beginning didn't work out after all. Maybe it's because they weren't strict enough in keeping secrets, so now they've become the bottom of the pack."

Totsuka Yahiko couldn't refute it, because he also had the same suspicions about Class 1-D.

"Well, there's nothing we can do. Ultimately, it was a mistake in the decision-making process at the time."

As he spoke, Hashimoto Masayoshi glanced at Katsuragi Kohei, the very person who had made the decision.