Redemption from the Abyss: The School Beauty Insists on Pulling Me Out of the Mire

The tedious procedures of the opening ceremony have finally come to an end.

When Xie Wang put on his loose and comfortable sportswear again, he felt like he had come back to life.

The base camp of Class 1, Grade 12 was located in the shade of the stands.

Without the constant supervision of teachers, these students, who were usually overwhelmed by exam papers, completely unleashed their true nature. The stands were in complete chaos; some were playing cards in groups, some were distributing spicy snacks, and a few boys were peeking at the cheerleading squad from the next class.

"Stop looking, that's for second-year high school students."

Shen Hao tapped the boy on the head, then looked at the schedule and groaned:

"Why are all the track events tomorrow? This afternoon is all field events, isn't it too boring?"

"Isn't being idle good?" Xie Wang leaned lazily against the railing in the last row, unscrewed a bottle of water, and said, "I'll save up my energy so I can focus on being a cheerleader this afternoon."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Lu suddenly leaned over mysteriously and tugged at Xie Wang and Shen Hao's sleeves:

"Hey, you two, come with me to the school gate."

"What? Skipping class?" Shen Hao asked.

"Run away my foot! Go move the stuff!" Lin Lu glared at him, but her cheeks were inexplicably a little red. "Um... some idiot brought over a bunch of food, and I can't carry it all by myself."

……

When Xie Wang and Shen Hao arrived at the school gate with Lin Lu, they were both stunned by the scene before them.

A flashy black sedan was parked there, its trunk wide open, stuffed with the signature drinks from the most expensive milk tea shop in Jiangcheng, as well as two whole boxes of imported snacks.

Each cup of milk tea has a custom-made sticky note attached: "[Go Class 1 of Senior 3 - Lin Lu's treat]".

"Holy crap..." Shen Hao picked up a cup of milk tea and exclaimed in amazement.

Lin Lu blushed, her eyes darting around, and kicked at a small pebble at her feet:

Xie Wang leaned against the car door, looking at the familiar handwriting on the sticky note, then glanced at Lin Lu's bright red ears, and smiled meaningfully:

"Lu Wen is quite thoughtful, sending it in your name. Tsk, that's some awareness."

"Shut up! Hurry up and move it!" Lin Lu said angrily, shoving a heavy case of drinks into Xie Wang's arms.

[14:00 PM · High Jump Venue]

The highlight of the afternoon – the men's high jump final – is about to begin.

Xie Wang changed into a pair of professional sports shoes and stood at the check-in area doing stretching exercises.

This high jump competition is packed with top competitors. Besides Xie Wang, there's Song Yiwei, and Zhao Qiang, a promising athlete from the sports class.

Zhao Qiang, dressed in a professional tight-fitting sports uniform, with his muscular physique, was sizing up Xie Wang with a hostile gaze.

It is said that this person handed a love letter to Su Qinghe when he was in the first year of high school, but Su Qinghe rejected him with the words "I don't like people who are all brawn and no brains". Since then, he has harbored resentment towards the boys in the science class.

"Oh, isn't this our talented Xie?"

Zhao Qiang walked over and deliberately bumped Xie Wang's shoulder, his tone contemptuous:

"Be careful when you jump later, don't strain your back, or I'll break you."

Song, who was standing next to him, pushed up his glasses and retorted, "Zhao Qiang, this is a competition, not a contest of who can shout the loudest."

Xie Wang didn't even lift his eyelids, but slowly and methodically moved his ankles:

"Your brain... doesn't seem to be very bright."

"You—!" Zhao Qiang's face darkened.

"High jumpers, please enter the arena!" the referee blew his whistle.

……

Game start.

The starting point for jumping from the horizontal bar is 1 meter.

The heights ahead were just a warm-up for these people, and they easily jumped over them.

As the bar height increased, fewer and fewer players remained, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

The high jump final is always the focus of the entire event. At some point, the students who were originally scattered in various corners of the playground surged over like a tide, forming a thick human wall that completely surrounded the field.

Someone started it, and suddenly, a rhythmic, synchronized applause erupted from the crowd.

"Slap, slap, slap—slap, slap!"

The rhythmic clapping, the applause of thousands of people, each high-five resonated deeply, sending the remaining athletes' adrenaline soaring.

On the sidelines, Su Qinghe held Xie Wang's coat and water bottle, standing quietly in the front row of the crowd. Every time Xie Wang jumped, her eyes would follow his figure closely until he landed steadily, at which point she would breathe a sigh of relief.

The height has been increased to 1.80 meters.

Only three people remained on the field: Xie Wang, Song Yizhi, and Zhao Qiang.

Song knocked down the bar in all three of his jumps, resulting in his elimination.

Zhao Qiang sneered, easily leaping over 1.80 meters, and then looked at Xie Wang provocatively.

Xie Wang remained expressionless as he took a running start, jumped, and cleared the bar with a Fosbury Flop. His movements were fluid and graceful, and he passed the test perfectly.

The height has been increased to 1.88 meters.

This is already close to the school record.

More and more students gathered around to watch, and cheers rose and fell.

Xie Wang stood at the starting line and subconsciously looked towards the sidelines, trying to find that familiar figure.

However, amidst the bustling crowd, Su Qinghe, who had been standing there, was nowhere to be seen.

"Hmm?" Xie Wang frowned slightly.

Where did you go? Did you go to the toilet?

Just as he was getting a little distracted, the radio broadcast, which had been playing upbeat music, suddenly stopped.

After a crackling sound, a clear, calm, yet uniquely penetrating female voice, transmitted through the massive loudspeakers, resounded throughout the entire playground:

"The following is a message of encouragement."

The entire room fell silent for a second.

That voice... it's so familiar.

"Xie Wang from Class 1, Grade 12".

Over the radio, Su Qinghe's voice was calm and unhurried, yet carried both gentleness and firmness:

Some say that gravity is an irresistible physical law.

"But today, on this field, I hope you can prove—"

"A young man's ambition can defy gravity."

"I'll be waiting for you at the finish line. Take off, Xie Wang."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"Holy crap! That's Su Qinghe's voice?"

"This isn't a motivational speech! It's like publicly showering people with sweetness!"

"This is amazing! This is such a high-achieving student's romance!"

Shen Hao, who was drinking milk tea, almost spat it out. Lu Yi's hand holding the camera trembled slightly, and a "I knew it" smile appeared on his lips.

On the high jump field.

Zhao Qiang's face turned green. He stood at the starting point, furious and completely devastated.

"Damn it! What are you showing off for!"

He roared, charged towards the horizontal bar, and leaped—

"Clatter!"

Because of excessive force, the rhythm was completely disrupted, and the person crashed directly into the horizontal bar, falling onto the mat along with the bar.

Three attempts to jump, all failed!

Zhao Qiang angrily slammed his fist on the mat and left in a disheveled state.

Now, only Xie Wang remains.

Xie Wang stood at the starting point, listening to the lingering echoes of the broadcast, and his initial fatigue and distraction instantly vanished.

He looked up at the direction of the podium. Although it was far away, he knew that she was there watching him.

Xie Wang took a deep breath, his eyes instantly turning sharp.

approach!

accelerate!

He sped up and sped up, and when he was three steps away from the bar, he suddenly leaned back!

Jump!

In that instant, he soared into the air, his body tracing a perfect arc in the sky.

Its back swept over the crossbar without a scratch.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Under the sunlight, the boy truly seemed to have broken free from the shackles of gravity and embraced the sky.

"Bang."

My body landed heavily on the soft sponge mat.

The crossbar remained completely still.

"Passed!!! 1.88 meters!!" the referee's excited voice rang out.

A deafening cheer and applause erupted from the surrounding area.

Xie Wang lay on the mat, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down his forehead.

He didn't get up immediately, but turned his head to the side, his gaze piercing through the crowd and precisely landing on the broadcast from the rostrum in the distance.

There, Su Qinghe stood on tiptoe, holding a microphone, quietly watching him through the crowd.

Her eyes and eyebrows curved in a smile, more beautiful than a thousand noises.