A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

So even if I don't sign up, I still have to do manual labor?

Shen Ye is still too naive.

They thought that as long as they didn't sign up for any events at the sports meet, they could comfortably sit in the stands, eat sunflower seeds, and watch the excitement.

The results of it?

Liu Xiaolu scanned the roster and directly filled in his name in the logistics support column.

The reason was quite convincing: "You're not participating in the competition, and you're in good physical condition, it would be a waste not to help move things."

Shen Ye wanted to retort at the time, but he swallowed the words back.

Because he answers questions quickly in class, runs fast in PE class, and is the most efficient at moving books, teachers see him as an all-around laborer, and there's no harm in not using him.

At that moment, he was leading a few boys, huffing and puffing as they loaded mineral water boxes onto a cart.

The only saving grace was that Liu Xiaolu, seeing that they were too young, specially brought a flatbed cart from the equipment room, which at least saved them the trouble of carrying things back and forth.

Just as Shen Ye finished putting down the third box and straightened up to catch his breath, two figures suddenly darted into his field of vision.

"Boss!"

"Um?"

Shen Ye turned his head and saw Wu Fan and Li Feng.

Ever since he subdued these two little followers, they've become completely attached to him. They come to talk to him during breaks and follow him around after school, calling him "Boss" louder than anyone else.

They said they wanted to learn a move or two from him.

But Shen Ye himself doesn't know how to fight, so how could he teach them? Therefore, he always firmly refused whenever the two of them came up to him.

But now...

Free labor, might as well use it.

Shen Ye's eyes darted around, and a subtle smile crept onto his lips: "Sure, these three boxes are fine. Help me carry them to the cart over there."

Wu Fan and Li Feng exchanged a glance, and instantly, as if injected with adrenaline, they rushed towards the three cases of mineral water.

The two of them carried one head each, walking quickly, afraid that if they were a step slower, the other would steal the credit.

Shen Ye followed slowly behind, hands in his pockets, watching the two short men carrying water with great effort, feeling incredibly satisfied.

The work was done effortlessly.

After all the bottled water was stacked up, Shen Yechong and the other person casually waved and pushed the cart toward the playground.

Wu Fan and Li Feng stood there, watching his retreating figure with longing eyes.

"Hey? Why did the boss leave? Isn't he going to teach us the moves?" Wu Fan scratched his head, looking bewildered.

Li Feng stroked his chin thoughtfully, his expression unusually serious: "What do you know? This is definitely a test! As long as we help the boss enough times, one day he'll be moved by our sincerity!"

"Oh, I see!" Wu Fan suddenly realized and nodded vigorously.

The two children stood there, watching Shen Ye's departing figure, their eyes filled with admiration and determination.

Shen Ye didn't hear their conversation, otherwise he probably would have immediately retorted: "They're being sold out and they're still helping the seller count the money."

......

The stands on both sides of the playground were already packed with people.

The flags of each class fluttered loudly, and the shouts, whistles, and laughter of the students mingled together, making a headache. Shen Ye pushed his cart and finally managed to squeeze to the vicinity of the class area, forcing his way through a path before squeezing back into the line of Class Two.

He had barely put down the cart and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when athletes were already warming up.

"Shen Ye, could you hand me a bottle of water?"

A girl in sportswear walked up to him with her hands behind her back, her face slightly flushed, looking a little embarrassed.

"Here you are."

Shen Ye casually pulled a bottle of mineral water from the box and flicked his wrist. The bottle traced a short arc in the air before landing precisely in the girl's arms.

The girl paused for a moment, then bent down to catch it, her blush deepening. "Th-thank you!"

This scene caught the eye of Wang Jiahao, who was standing nearby, and the chubby boy immediately became indignant.

He crossed his arms and sneered, thinking to himself: "Hmph, throwing water at a girl like that, no gentlemanly manners at all. If it were me, I would have handed it to her with both hands and gently said 'Good luck.'"

He was feeling quite pleased with himself when suddenly a murmur of chatter came from behind him.

"Wow! Shen Ye's aim is amazing! He tossed it right into her hands!"

"Wow, that was so cool! That move was awesome!"

"I'd like to get one too..."

Wang Jiahao's cold smile froze.

He turned to look at the group of girls behind him whose eyes were sparkling, then turned to look at Shen Ye, who had a calm expression, and was completely dumbfounded.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

The chubby boy didn't believe in superstitions, and just then someone came over to get water.

He reacted quickly, rushing forward to pull out a bottle of mineral water and, mimicking Shen Ye, flicked his wrist and tossed it at the man.

The person on the other side caught it steadily.

Wang Jiahao was secretly delighted, puffed out his chest, and was ready to receive praise.

Then--

"Wang Jiahao, couldn't you just hand it to me normally?" The man shook the water bottle in his hand with a look of disgust. "What if I didn't catch it and it hit my face?"

"But...but he's like that too!" Wang Jiahao stared in disbelief at Shen Ye beside him.

"How can that be the same? Shen threw it because he's straightforward and unpretentious. You threw it because you saw Shen do it; it's pure imitation, don't you understand?"

"..."

Not to mention Wang Jiahao, even Shen Ye almost lost his composure.

He turned his head and silently looked away. I just thought it was too much trouble to walk over and hand you water, how did you guys come up with all this?

They've already taken it seriously and are on high alert.

He even felt a little sorry for Wang Jiahao.

Speaking of which...didn't the chubby kid sign up for the 100-meter dash?

Based on Shen Ye's understanding of this kid, he's definitely going to pull off something big.

And the facts proved him right.

Wang Jiahao's entrance during the men's 100-meter sprint check-in was rather odd.

Everyone else was wearing short sleeves and shorts, which were lightweight and breathable.

He was all alone, dressed in all black—a black hoodie, jogger pants, a baseball cap, and a plain black face mask.

Wrapped up from head to toe, completely covered up, you'd think some celebrity was on an inspection tour.

The other contestants all glanced at him sideways, and even the referee gave him a second look.

Others are wearing shorts and short sleeves.

I wore long pants and a sweatshirt.

It's just...

The moment the starting gun fired, the runners on all eight lanes were launched into the air simultaneously.

Only one person remained still.

Wang Jiahao remained motionless, like a statue, maintaining his starting posture.

Shen Ye could see everything clearly from the stands. This guy even maintained a "ready to go" expression under his mask, as if the running of the other athletes around him had nothing to do with him.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

The next second, a huge burst of laughter erupted from the stands. Even the cheers from the next class were thrown off rhythm, and some people were doubled over with laughter.

In the end, it was Zhao Degang, the director of teaching, who personally stepped in, grabbed Wang Jiahao by the back of his collar with a dark face, and dragged him off the track.

"What's all this commotion! If you don't want to compete, go back to class!"

As Wang Jiahao was dragged away by his collar, he glanced back at the finish line, his face filled with a sense of loss.

......

The farce ended, and the playground returned to its lively state.

Shen Ye leaned against the railing of the stands, gazing blankly at the sky. The warm sunlight fell on his face, making him feel sleepy, and his eyelids grew heavy.

"Shen, is anyone next to you?"

A face suddenly appeared in my field of vision.

Shen Ye tilted his head slightly and saw an unfamiliar girl standing in front of him.

Wearing the sports uniform of Class 4, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, she had a round face and a timid expression, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage to come over.

"without......"

Before he could even utter the word "person," Shen Ye suddenly felt a chill run down his back.

An inexplicable chill ran up my spine, as if I were being stared at by something.

He almost reflexively changed his words: "There's no seat for you, it's taken."

"Ah... okay." The girl's expectation vanished instantly. She gave an awkward laugh and turned to walk away.

Shen Ye sat up straight and looked around. The stands were packed with people, all sorts of school uniforms mixed together, creating a lively scene.

"strangeness......"

He muttered something under his breath, his brows furrowing slightly.

I just felt like someone was watching me. Was it just my imagination?

Unbeknownst to him, Lin Chunuan was staring intently at his back.

The little girl squinted her big eyes slightly, her expression somewhat intriguing.