The divorce comeback system arrived right after I was born.

Twenty-odd boys were crammed together, varying in height and build. Some were doing professional stretching exercises, while others looked utterly hopeless, clearly having been forcibly recruited by their homeroom teacher to make up the numbers.

Chen Zhi stood on the outermost path and scanned the area.

Two people stood next to him, and there was a guy wearing a full fluorescent green tight-fitting sports outfit. The definition of his thigh muscles clearly indicated he was a physical education student.

Looking at myself, although I haven't missed my morning runs, compared to these professional athletes, I'm just an amateur.

"Hey, you over there!"

A clear shout suddenly came from the stands.

Chen Zhi turned around and saw Lin Wanwan holding a red plastic megaphone she had somehow gotten her hands on, with half of her body leaning over the railing, waving in their direction.

"Chen Zhi! Keep it up! Don't come back to see me if you don't finish the race!"

That shout was incredibly powerful, completely drowning out the half-dead "Athletes' March" playing on the radio.

Immediately afterwards, the headquarters of Class 3, Grade 7 was also in an uproar.

"Go, class monitor!"

"Chen Zhi is the most handsome!"

"Just do your best. If you really can't, just pretend to faint. It's not shameful!"

The chattering cheers of a group of girls stood out from the chorus of boys shouting, yet sounded exceptionally pleasant.

The air at the starting line seemed to freeze instantly.

The group of contestants who had been relaxing by shaking their legs all turned their twenty-odd pairs of eyes to Chen Zhi. The emotions in their eyes were complex: there was envy, there was jealousy, and even more so, there was a kind of anger that said, "Why does this guy have a cheerleading squad?"

Especially that fluorescent green sports student.

He looked down at his professional running shoes, which cost over two thousand yuan, then at Chen Zhi's ordinary domestic sports shoes, and finally, as he listened to the sweet voices of "Go, class monitor!", he gritted his teeth.

"Conspicuous bag." The PE student squeezed out three words through gritted teeth, glared fiercely at Chen Zhi, then raised his leg high and stomped the ground loudly, full of defiance.

Chen Zhi shrugged helplessly and waved to Lin Wanwan in the stands, signaling her to keep a low profile.

As a result, the girl thought Chen Zhi was interacting with her, and excitedly whistled again, causing Li Zhiyi next to her to cover her face.

"On your marks—"

The referee raised the starting pistol.

The once noisy starting line fell silent instantly, with only heavy breathing remaining.

"Bang!"

White smoke rose.

More than twenty figures rushed out in an instant.

That fluorescent green-clad athlete was truly impressive; as soon as the starting gun fired, he shot off like an arrow, instantly establishing a lead and leaving the main group ten meters behind.

For the first two laps, everyone was able to keep up with the pace.

By the time the third lap began, the line had stretched considerably. The students who were just there to make up the numbers started to fall behind, their faces flushed, their steps heavy as if filled with lead, clearly on the verge of collapse.

Chen Zhi ran at a leisurely pace in the second group.

He didn't rush to sprint. The 5,000 meters isn't a 100-meter sprint; if you run too fast at the beginning, you'll have to crawl across the finish line on your knees. He regulated his breathing, taking two steps in and two steps out, his eyes fixed on the fluorescent green figure in front of him.

The tactic is simple: ride the wave.

When someone breaks the wind in front, those behind can save a lot of effort.

By the fifth lap, Chen Zhi felt his body warming up, and his steps became much lighter. He slightly increased his speed, overtook the opponents ahead who were already rolling their eyes, and silently closed in behind the PE student.

The PE student was running with great enthusiasm, feeling like he was far ahead of everyone else, but when he looked back, he almost bit his tongue.

That conspicuous bag actually caught up with us?

And it was right behind him, less than two meters away.

"This kid..." The PE student felt a little uneasy, but more than that, he was annoyed.

He decided to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

accelerate!

The athlete swung his arms vigorously, increased his stride, and instantly boosted his speed to a whole new level.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands.

"Holy crap, is that guy crazy? He's sprinting after only a few laps?"

"That pace...he's going to lap them!"

Chen Zhi frowned.

This rhythm is wrong, it's too fast. But he didn't think much of it, gritted his teeth, adjusted his breathing, and forced himself to keep up.

As long as you don't fall too far behind, you can use the opponent's rhythm to lead the way.

The two were moving very fast and had already started lapping the athletes who were strolling behind them.

When Chen Zhi passed the podium again, he began to feel a burning sensation in his lungs.

"Chen Zhi! Don't back down!"

Lin Wanwan's voice came again, tinged with anxiety.

She leaned on the railing, the unopened bottle of water in her hand almost deformed from being squeezed.

"Go, class monitor!"

"Chen Zhi, you're the best!"

All the girls in Class 3 stood up, and some even ran to the railings by the track to follow Chen Zhi's running direction.

This spectacle completely broke the mentality of the leading athlete.

He was clearly in first place, clearly the one who dominated the race, but those girls seemed to ignore him completely; they were all shouting the name of the follower behind him.

"Oh shit."

The physical education student, burning with anger, pushed himself to the limit again, increasing his speed by one point.

By the tenth lap, Chen Zhi was really about to give up.

That extreme fatigue shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, my head was buzzing, and the scenery in front of me began to sway.

But he can't stop.

Once you stop, even if it's just slowing down for a second, that stubborn strength dissipates.

"Huff... huff..."

Chen Zhi stared at the fluorescent green vest in front of him, which was already soaked with sweat, and cursed inwardly: What did this beast eat to grow up with such good stamina?

The last lap.

The referee blew his whistle.

The PE student let out a roar and began his final sprint.

Chen Zhi tried to gather his strength, but his legs felt heavy. He knew he couldn't catch up with the first-place winner.

Since we can't catch up, we'll at least hold onto second place.

He gritted his teeth, maintained the current speed, and mechanically swung his arms.

The finish line is in sight.

The physical education student crossed the finish line first, raised his arms high, made a celebration gesture similar to Cristiano Ronaldo's, and then turned around panting, ready to enjoy the triumphant feeling of being on top of the world.

A few seconds later, Chen Zhi crossed the finish line.

He didn't celebrate, and he didn't even have the strength to brake. The inertia carried him forward for several more meters before he bent over, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the red rubber track, instantly spreading out.

"Second place! Chen Zhi is second!"

Zhao Gang's loud voice boomed through the crowd.

The next second, a white figure rushed onto the track.

Before the referee could even chase them away, Lin Wanwan had already rushed to Chen Zhi's side. She grabbed Chen Zhi's arm, not in a soft, yielding way, but by using her shoulder to push against Chen Zhi's armpit, forcefully supporting his upper body.

"Don't sit down! You can't sit down after running!"

Lin Wanwan's voice was right next to his ear, with a slightly rapid breathing and a pleasant citrus scent, instantly washing away the bloody smell in Chen Zhi's nasal cavity.

"Water...water..." Chen Zhi's voice was hoarse.

"Give!"

Several hands immediately reached out from the side, all holding bottled water.

The girls from Class 3 swarmed around Chen Zhi, some holding towels, some fans, and some glucose water, completely surrounding him.

"Squad leader, you're amazing!"

"You scared me to death! I saw your face turn completely pale at the end."

"Quickly wipe your sweat, don't catch a cold."

"The runner-up is already amazing! The first place winner is from the junior high school sports training team, and he looks like a gorilla. We're not going to compete with him."

Chen Zhi took the water Lin Wanwan handed him, but didn't dare to drink it in big gulps. He took a mouthful, rinsed his mouth, and then spat it out onto the grass next to him with a "pfft".

After spitting out that mouthful of water, I felt like I had finally come back to life.

He straightened up, leaning half his weight on Lin Wanwan, and grinned at the group of beautiful women around him. "Not bad, didn't you embarrass our class?"

"What's embarrassing! You're absolutely stunning!" A girl exclaimed excitedly, her face turning red.

And less than five meters away from them.

The athlete who won the championship was standing there all alone.

Only two boys, both dressed in sportswear, walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a bottle of water.

"Brother Qiang, you're awesome! Number one!"

The PE student, holding a bottle of water, looked at Chen Zhi, who was surrounded by girls and enjoying royal treatment, and then looked at the lonely bottle of mineral water in his own hand.

Even though we won the game, why does it feel like we lost so badly?

He almost spat out blood when he heard the girl say that he "looks like a gorilla".

This damn world is all about looks!

"Let's go, let's go back."

Chen Zhi felt his legs were still a little weak; the five thousand meters he had just run had really exhausted him.

Lin Wanwan didn't mind that he was covered in sweat. She held his arm tightly and practically dragged and carried him toward the teaching building.

"Why are you pushing yourself so hard?" Lin Wanwan muttered to herself as she walked. "If you can't run anymore, just slow down. Why do you have to compete with that green toad?"

"A green toad?" Chen Zhi laughed. That description was quite apt. "They're professionals."

"So what if he's a professional? I haven't seen that many girls bringing him water even though he's a professional." Lin Wanwan snorted, her tone tinged with a strange sourness. "Our Xiaozhizi is so popular, so many girls serve him tea and water."

"That's thanks to Lady Lin for leading the cheers and encouragement."

"Stop talking nonsense." Lin Wanwan glared at him, then couldn't help but pull out a pack of tissues from her pocket, take one out, and roughly press it onto Chen Zhi's sweaty forehead. "You're filthy, covered in sweat."

Although he complained verbally, he used very little force.

The two of them supported each other as they walked across the noisy playground toward the teaching building.

At this time, most students were still watching the relay race on the playground, while the teaching building area seemed rather deserted.

When Chen Zhi reached the top of the stairs, his legs suddenly gave way and he swayed to the side.

"Why!"

Lin Wanwan reacted quickly and grabbed his waist, but the momentum was too great, and she lost her balance as well. The two of them stumbled and crashed into the wall.

To steady herself, Lin Wanwan practically pressed herself against Chen Zhi's chest, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist. Chen Zhi, with his back against the wall, subconsciously looked down, his chin resting on the top of her head.

In that instant, the air seemed to quiet down.

Both of their hearts were beating fast.

One is the intense pounding of a man who has just run 5,000 meters, and the other is the panic after being startled.

"Are you... alright?" Lin Wanwan's voice was muffled in his chest, sounding a little trembling.

"It's nothing, just a leg cramp." Chen Zhi gave a wry smile and was about to straighten up.

Just then, a furious shout suddenly came from above in the stairwell:

"You two! Which class are you from?! What are you doing?!"

Chen Zhi and Lin Wanwan froze at the same time, then slowly looked up.

At the corner of the stairs, a middle-aged man in a gray jacket with a receding hairline was looking down at them.

Those sharp eyes, those reflective glasses, and that little notebook in his hand.

It was none other than Director Zhang, the fearsome head of the Political Education Department, who struck fear into the hearts of the entire school.

Director Zhang adjusted his glasses and walked down step by step.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how can you be so improper as to hug and kiss in the teaching building?!"

Director Zhang walked up to the two of them, his eyes sharp. He pointed with his pen at Lin Wanwan, who was still clinging to Chen Zhi, and then at Chen Zhi.

"Still hugging? Aren't you going to let go? Do I have to call your parents to come and let you off the hook?"

Lin Wanwan finally realized what was happening, jerking back as if she'd been electrocuted. She stood there, flustered and unable to speak properly: "T-Teacher, no...it's not..."

Chen Zhi, on the other hand, remained much calmer.

Having lived two lives, this situation, though awkward, wasn't enough to terrify him.

He took a deep breath, just about to explain that this was "mutual assistance among the wounded," when he heard Director Zhang sneer and open the small notebook in his hand.

"No need for explanations; explanations are just cover-ups. Students these days are getting bolder and bolder; they won't even bother to fake a puppy love relationship anymore, right?"

Director Zhang tapped his pen and fixed his gaze on the bib number on Chen Zhi's chest.

"Number 1352, is that Class 3, Grade 7?"

It’s over.

Lin Wanwan closed her eyes in despair.

Chen Zhi's heart skipped a beat.

Now look what's happened! They just won second place, and now they're about to receive a school-wide public reprimand?

"Come to my office!" Director Zhang waved his hand and turned to leave. "Call the homeroom teacher too! I want to see what kind of parents could raise such an open-minded student!"