Even as a "normie," I'm completely oblivious to it.

Let's try calling another young lady, huh?!

Colorful balloons filled the sky, and the students and athletes of Class S in the third year of high school were moved to tears. They never expected that the sports meet, which they had all wanted to give up, would receive such treatment. This must be the most beautiful memory of their high school years.

Their appearances all have a different style!

It's all thanks to Yu Zhe.

Xiao Meng, walking next to Yu Zhe, smiled wryly... Haha... She really became invisible. There's nothing she can do about it; Yu Zhe's charm is off the charts.

Feng Yang, who was already standing in the exit area, glared at Su Yuzhe with resentment.

Why is it that everyone always thinks you're better? It's infuriating...

The competition will officially begin in a moment, and I'm going to make you pay. I'll show everyone who the real champion is.

Yu Zhe happened to see that look in his eyes this time.

Ignoring him completely, Yu Zhe waved to the boisterous audience and muttered to himself.

"Hey, some people, tell me, don't they need some kind of treatment?"

"

9. The match begins.

Just as Yu Zhe was waving to the audience.

Zixiao gritted her teeth and stared intently at the crowd shouting "Young Master Yuzhe, we love you!"

She's practically a jealous person who could explode at any moment.

Qi Xinye was so flustered that she quickly tried to comfort her with a wry smile.

"Don't...don't worry about it, Zixiao, they're just chanting a slogan...they're not serious."

"It's okay, I know." Although she said that, Zixiao still clenched her fists. "They clearly don't understand my brother at all, yet they're all shouting here. What's with all the shouting! Ugh, it's so annoying! And Senior Luo Xiaomeng, why is she walking next to my brother?! Huh? Why?! How was this arranged?!"

Zixiao is irrational when she's jealous, and Qi Xinye now understands this deeply.

This girl, who has always had a severe case of brother complex, is now becoming increasingly so.

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Yu Zhe walked to the competition preparation area holding the flag.

As their class walked past, the background music returned to normal, and many staff members came out and carried the extra speakers back inside.

It's confirmed; their class received special treatment.

As for who orchestrated this whole thing… no need to even think about it, it's Mediterranean… you're definitely going to be the head of your grade.

Soon, the other senior classes also entered the venue, and the pace was very fast. Next, the competition was about to officially begin.

The first event is very traditional, just like other schools, it's the boys' 100-meter dash.

Fenghai No.1 Middle School has eight tracks, so it's eight people per group, and the top eight finishers directly enter the finals.

However, as far as Yu Zhe knows, a total of 89 people have signed up for this project.

Well... this is awkward. If there are 88 people, there are exactly 11 groups. But if there are 89 people, this extra one means that the grouping can't be simply eight people per group. There will have to be some changes.

The loudspeaker in the middle of the arena first emitted a buzzing sound, and then broadcast the announcement.

"Athletes in the men's 100-meter event, please look at the big screen on the main field. The event groups have been determined. Students in the first group, please go to the registration area to sign in. Students in other groups, please also prepare in advance."

Let's turn our attention to that big screen.

"..."

Yu Zhe was stunned.

What kind of grouping is this?

Even though there were 89 people, they were still divided into 11 groups of 8, which resulted in one extra person.

The extra person was immediately marked as having advanced to the finals.

What do you call this, a lucky player who gets a bye?

And this contestant is Su Yuzhe.

A knowing smile appeared on the Mediterranean-faced man on the podium.

Good heavens, he thinks he's really given it his all today! Shouldn't Young Master Su Yuzhe reinstate him to his original position?

The audience members started discussing it, seemingly having some doubts about the group assignments.

But soon, despite the large number of people present, a consensus was reached.

no problem!

If it's Su Yuzhe, what problem could there be? She's such a "silver-haired beauty," participating in the men's competition. What's wrong with lowering the difficulty a little?

Rather, this is the normal thing to do!

Yu Zhe shook his head and gently patted Luo Xiaomeng's head: "Alright, that's good, we don't even need to run in the preliminaries."

"Don't...don't pat my head! I'm already short enough! Cough cough...But this is a good thing, Yuzhe, you've made it directly to the finals, which means our class will at least have some points in the end, instead of ending up with zero. Congratulations!"

Yu Zhe continued patting her head with a wry smile: "Do you really have that little confidence in your classmates?"

"What do you think? We're excellent at academics, but when it comes to the competition, well... to put it bluntly, we're just a bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled people."

That really does sound awful.

Yu Zhe turned around and saw that the first group of 100 meters had already taken to the track.

This group consists of strong and healthy people who are clearly trained.

Feng Yang was also in this first group.

He didn't stand out much among the group. Although Feng Yang was very tall, over 1.9 meters, he was rather thin.

The only thing that set him apart was his unique sports jersey, which was exclusive to his athletic class.

He's warming up now, jumping a few times with a very relaxed expression.

The cheers of those infatuated girls for Feng Yang rang out once again.

However, this time, the sound seemed insignificant because the cheers from other classes for their own athletes quickly drowned out the girls who were just shouting.

The atmosphere on the field immediately became tense.

The first team of runners, at the referee's signal, took their positions at the starting line in a crouching position.

The referee also raised the starting pistol.

"preparation…"

"run!"

Like an arrow released from a bow, it seemed as if the nearby wind pressure had increased!

For the first fifty meters, the two teams were evenly matched; neither of them were pushovers.

The cheers from the crowd grew louder and louder.

Only in the area for students with special athletic talents did they remain calm and composed, their expressions mirroring Feng Yang's.

The next fifty meters.

Feng Yang accelerated a second time, leaving the competitors on either side in the blink of an eye, and finally crossed the finish line first with a speed that was unmatched.

It seemed to be a full second ahead of the second place.

Here, the students in the sports class gave a brief cheer.

This seems to be taken for granted.

The other spectators present, of course, felt it was only natural. Although they had expected it, they still gave their own team's athletes a slap on the wrist.

sweat.

"The sports-focused classes are really strong..."

"What's the point of this comparison? I've always said, don't compare the entire sports meet with sports classes. Is there any comparison?"

"At first I thought I could give it a shot, but now it seems there's really no way to compete..."

Feng Yang was pleased with these comments. He walked back to the sports specialty class area with a smug look on his face and even glanced at the senior S class.

However, what he saw was Su Yuzhe still chatting and laughing with his classmates.

It's as if they didn't watch the game at all.

"Tch, you're just pretending to be calm. Let's see how you act during the finals."

Feng Yang tossed his water bottle into the trash can, sat down in his area, and continued watching the rest of the match.

Actually, he was more concerned about Zhang Yiran, this delinquent teenager whose athletic ability was not to be underestimated. He believed that Zhang Yiran was his main opponent in the final.

Based on his experience from the competition, he adjusted his mindset. He didn't know how much time had passed when two more people wearing sports uniforms from the sports class stood next to him.

"Feng Yang, you ran really well. Just that run just now, I dare say you'd definitely be first in the preliminaries."

"Indeed, there's no problem at all. It must have scared those bookworms, hahaha... Unlike that Su Yuzhe, who somehow got into the finals. What good was it? In the end, he still came in last place in the finals. I really don't know what he was after."

Feng Yang waved his hand at the two of them: "It's alright. I originally wanted to defeat Su Yuzhe. Otherwise, he might have been eliminated in the group stage. It's perfect that we can meet in the final now."

That's how you win with a sense of satisfaction.

With the competition already in its sixth group, Feng Yang asked, "Has Zhang Yiran finished running? Has he qualified?"

One of them replied, "You mean that big oaf? He finished the race and came in first in his group."

Then he said with a wicked grin, "However, I did ask about his results. Although he can definitely make it to the finals, his results are still far behind yours."

Feng Yang smiled: "Heh, that's normal. I just think he has some ability. I heard he's Su Yuzhe's underling, so we have to be careful. All I want is to be number one."

"Don't worry, don't worry, Feng Yang, you're overthinking it. Su Yuzhe, haha, he's just rich. The sports meet? He's far from good enough."

Feng Yang nodded. He was excited; he was finally going to defeat Su Yuzhe.

My parents have always said how strong Su Yuzhe is. Well, this time I'll run with all my might and show them just how far I can leave him behind!

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On Su Yuzhe's side, because he was too bored while waiting for the match, he started rubbing Xiaomeng's head frantically.