Sister, can I be a maid too?

"The first lesson is Zhang Shifu's class, and I don't want to die at her hands."

Jiang Yubai didn't say anything, and chuckled as he took out the test paper:

"Take it, take it. Remember to bring it back together later. I'm too lazy to make the trip."

Li Yang was overjoyed:

"Alright~ Mission accomplished!"

Jiang Yubai watched as his best friend happily returned to his seat before turning his gaze away.

He tidied his desk, handed in Lin Tingwan's and his own homework together, and then leisurely sat back down in his seat.

With nothing to do, he simply took out his phone and placed it between the pages of a book, intending to let his dog at home know he was safe.

Inside the classroom, the sounds of noisy chatting, the rustling of homework being done, and the commotion of a little glutton eating breakfast all mingled together.

Suddenly, the voices fell silent, and within seconds, there was complete silence.

Jiang Yubai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly closed the book.

But when I looked up, the corridor was empty; there wasn't a teacher in sight.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance and lowered his head again.

Sometimes it just happens like that. Everyone is chatting enthusiastically, but then there's a moment when everything falls silent, like a ghost has passed by, and then it gets lively again in a few seconds.

After morning self-study ended, homeroom teacher Zhang Shufang entered the classroom as the class bell rang.

She glanced around the classroom, but instead of starting to go over the exam as usual, she put down her thermos and began in a calm tone:

"I want to inform you all before class that our school's autumn sports meet is about to begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur of discussion arose in the classroom.

Several boys were already whispering excitedly to each other, and suppressed cheers could even be heard from the back row.

No wonder they were so excited.

After all, senior year of high school is tough. They've long since stopped taking music and art classes, and only physical education class allows them to relax a little.

Aside from the few physical education classes each week, the most anticipated events are the sports meet and the New Year's Eve party.

What kind of meeting it is isn't important; what matters is whether it's a meeting that allows you to skip class.

The New Year's Eve party is fixed in the last few days of the year, but the sports meet is always delayed.

News of the event started circulating in early November, but everyone waited and waited, week after week, and November was almost over, but there was still no sign of it.

Zhang Shufang frowned, and the thermos in her hand slammed heavily onto the podium with a "thud".

"Quiet!"

Her gaze swept across the room and landed on the boys who had just been whispering to each other:

"He Dongqi and Zhao Sinian, you two seem to be having a good chat. Since you're so eager to contribute to the class, you two should sign up for the men's 3000-meter race."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low, gloating laugh filled the classroom.

Zhao Sinian, who was round-figured, slumped in his fat face:

"Teacher Zhang, do I look like someone who can run 3,000 meters?"

Before Zhang Shufang could speak, her deskmate He Dongqi patted his chest and declared loudly:

"Don't worry, Teacher Zhang, I promise I'll finish the race!"

This confident demeanor stunned Zhao Sinian, who asked incredulously in a low voice:

"Old He, are you crazy?"

He genuinely felt that the guy was possessed by a ghost.

He struggles to run 1,000 meters in PE class, but now he dares to sign up for 3,000?

Zhang Shufang pushed up her glasses, also somewhat surprised:

"Oh, volunteering is good, Pan Yuan. Make a note of it when you sign up later."

Pan Yuan, from the Sports Commission, responded.

He Dongqi chuckled:

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

After making this pledge, he turned to his deskmate and whispered:

"Are you stupid? This is the last sports meet for seniors."

"...Is there anything special about it?"

“If you don’t run the 3,000 meters in your senior year of high school, you’ll regret it,” He Dongqi rolled his eyes at him. “I’ve heard that this opportunity is highly sought after in other classes.”

Zhao Sinian looked disgusted:

"You're all eager to suffer, aren't you? I don't understand you. Isn't it better to eat snacks in the stands?"

"Eat, eat, eat! All you do all day is eat! You have no ambition!"

The two brothers whispered among themselves offstage, while Zhang Shufang onstage began to recount the details:

"The preliminary schedule for this sports meet is Wednesday afternoon for group events training and opening ceremony rehearsal, with the official event taking place on Thursday and Friday."

"This is our class's first large-scale group activity this semester. We hope everyone will participate actively and bring honor to our class."

"The sports committee member will come up and collect the registration forms. Students who are interested can register with the sports committee member after class."

After giving a brief explanation, Zhang Shufang didn't say much more and started today's lesson directly.

After the first class, as usual, there was a flag-raising ceremony followed by a speech under the national flag.

After the meeting, Jiang Yubai led Lin Tingwan into the classroom and saw that a group of people had gathered around the seat of the sports committee member, Pan Yuan, and were making a fuss.

"Hey, Lao Pan, give me a 100-man squad."

"Me too! Sports Commission, women's 50!"

The chattering was a chaotic cacophony, and Pan Yuan's shouts of "Don't push! One at a time!" were futilely squeezed in the middle.

Generally speaking, this is how sports meet registration works.

Easy and fun projects are snapped up instantly, while those that require endurance and are tiring and arduous often remain unfilled until the very end.

Jiang Yubai sat down in his seat, tilted his head and looked at it for a while. After thinking for a moment, he took out his draft notebook from his pocket.

"Does Wanwan want to participate in the sports meet?"

He wasn't worried about Lin Jianxia seeing it anyway; if she asked, he would just say that Lin Tingwan had asked him to call her that.

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Before long, the draft notebook was slowly pushed back.

Jiang Yubai took it and looked at it; there were two simple small characters on it.

"In no mood."

This was exactly what Jiang Yubai had expected.

After all, this girl is already tired enough from school, so it would be a bit much to ask her to participate in the sports meet. He was just asking her out of routine.

But that wasn't the end; there was another line of smaller text following it.

"Does Jiang Yubai want to participate?"

Wow, what does this mean?

After all, Tingting usually answers whatever is asked, so it's quite rare for her to take the initiative to ask questions like this.

Jiang Yubai had a funny idea and casually replied:

"What's wrong? If I participate, does that mean Wanwan will participate too?"

This time, the draft took a little longer to be pushed over than before.

He took the notebook and paused for a moment when he saw the handwriting.

"If Jiang Yubai wants to participate, I can be his running mate."

Just a runner-up...

An image unconsciously surfaced in Jiang Yubai's mind—

He was panting heavily as he ran on the rubber track, and Lin Tingwan jogged alongside him.

The girl's face was expressionless, looking rather adorable, but she held a small notebook high in her hand, on which were written two eye-catching characters:

"come on!"

Thinking about it this way, it seems kind of cute, what should I do...?

Oh no, that's not the point.

The key question is... if he really signs up, would Lin Tingwan actually be willing to just be a runner-up?

Jiang Yubai found it hard to believe that someone who would become withdrawn around strangers would actually be willing to run alongside others on the playground in front of everyone...

He pursed his lips, picked up his pen, and wrote his reply on the draft paper:

"Just kidding, I get tired even running 100 meters, so I'm not signing up for the sports meet."

That's the truth.

His attitude towards the sports meet was likely one of keeping his distance.

—What a joke! Wouldn't it be better to just sit comfortably in the stands, snacking and watching the girls' youthful, radiant legs?

Turning his head, he met Lin Tingwan's clear eyes.

He looked... a little nervous.

Jiang Yubai gave him a reassuring look, and then casually added:

"Besides, Wanwan will be coming to school too, right? I'll definitely go with you. What if you can't find me if I go for a run?"

The reply was very short, just four simple words.

"Yes, it will come."