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

“Oh, I know that,” Little Lychee clapped her hands, “It’s that thing, Auntie… mmm mmm.”

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Zhe quickly covered her mouth: "You, can't you be a little more reserved when you talk! You're the eldest daughter of the Ouyang family, right? Huh?!"

"Mmm... (Yes, yes, it's me.)"

"Oh well, never mind." Yu Zhe let go of her hand. "It's nothing, go back to class. But thank you for caring about Zi Xiao anyway."

"Of course! Of course! See you at the sports meet, Brother Yuzhe!"

After saying that, she skipped away.

See you at the sports meet?

Why is Little Lychee saying such nonsensical things again?

As Yu Zhe stepped into the classroom, the students who had been surrounding Xiao Meng asking for his contact information lowered their heads one after another.

Don't be fooled by how good they are at bluffing when Yu Zhe isn't around; once he arrives, they all become cowards.

Back in his seat, sure enough, Qin Ruoke was still studying. What exactly was she studying?

Just copy the essay.

When Yu Zhe returned, she even stopped writing and looked up: "Have you finished taking care of things at home?"

"I guess it's all done. Anyway, I need to go back early."

At the same time, Luo Xiaomeng walked towards Yu Zhe step by step.

Seeing her approach, Qin Ruoke continued to lower her head and study.

Yu Zhe noticed something was off about Xiao Meng: "What's wrong? Why are you so gloomy?"

Xiao Meng was surprised: "Huh? You can tell?"

"I didn't realize you were hiding it so well, but I can still sense it."

Xiao Meng actually came to inform Yu Zhe about the sports meet. Since no one else is participating, she wonders what Yu Zhe will say after they tell him. He'll probably say the same thing as everyone else…who wants to participate in any group activities right now…

Despite her worries, Xiaomeng still took out the poster and placed it on Yuzhe's desk.

(P.S.: This is purely a slice-of-life story, so the poor performance is entirely expected. However, I will persevere and finish it! I started writing out of interest, and it will probably be at least a million words long! The financial reward is secondary; what I want most is interaction. I hope everyone can post more comments and feedback so I know I'm not just writing in isolation!)

49. You're really something!

"The sports meet..."

I glanced at the poster; it was an advertisement for the school's winter sports meet.

Then I understood what Xiaolizhi had said earlier: "See you at the sports meet."

It seems she's going to participate?

But why does she feel like she should participate too?

To be honest, Yu Zhe didn't want to sign up for any sports meet. As a shut-in, going to the field to sweat it out was clearly not something he should do.

"Yeah, so the sports meet is supposed to be fun, right? Why are you looking so gloomy?"

Every time Xiaomeng faces Yuzhe, she feels she can't hide what's on her mind: "Sigh, it's all because of the sports meet that I'm worried. This is the last one in high school, but I just asked around, and it seems like no one wants to participate."

"Not a single one? Why not think about it? It's nice to relax a bit."

"Nobody has the time for that... Besides, this sports meet is for the whole school, even the sports specialty classes are competing with other classes. Everyone just doesn't want to lose badly."

That's true.

Pushing the poster up, Yu Zhe suddenly said to Qin Ruoke, "Hey! Qin Ruoke, how about signing up for something?"

"I won't report it. Farewell."

So direct?

Then she hesitated for a moment: "But if you think I should apply, I can take the exam..."

"It's alright, I was just checking your reaction. You don't need to report it, go back and practice your handwriting."

"..."

If you don't want to report it, then don't report it.

Fine, when has Qin Ruoke ever been this humble?

Xiao Meng was surprised and lowered her voice to say to Yu Zhe, "Qin Ruoke would never have responded before... How come she seems to listen to you so much?"

"She's under someone else's roof, how can she not bow her head? Let's not talk about her anymore. You're unhappy because you're thinking about the class..."

"Are there people participating in the sports meet?"

Xiao Meng looked at her classmates who were all looking down at their books: "Yeah... I originally wanted to set an example and sign up for a project to see if I could inspire others, but no one did. I think I shouldn't be so unsociable... It would be really awkward if I had to go on stage alone."

How will you know if you don't try?

Xiao Meng didn't understand: "Try what?"

"Let me confirm again, you really want the class to participate, right?"

How could I not want to? The so-called last group activity means I don't want to miss it.

"Yes, I really want to participate... but I don't want to sign up by myself. What I want is the atmosphere of everyone working together."

"Okay, I understand. Then... how about I start? Bring me the registration form."

"Hey?! Yuzhe, are you going to sign up? But no one in the class has signed up yet. If you do, you'll be the first one..."

"Being the first would be great, I'll be the first."

"All right…"

Xiao Meng went back to her seat, took out a registration form, and handed it to Yu Zhe: "Then you see which one you want to register for... If there really isn't anyone else registering, I'll choose one too, so it won't be awkward if we both register together."

I glanced down at the events; they were all pretty standard, just running events plus javelin and shot put, and the like.

Which one should I choose?

Ha, only children make choices. Can't I have them all?

What Yu Zhe did next left Luo Xiaomeng speechless.

Because he actually checked off the 100-meter, 200-meter, 400-meter, 3000-meter, long jump, and javelin throw.

He finally stopped writing when there were almost ten items left.

"Phew~ That should be about right."

"What do you mean 'almost'?!" Xiao Meng snatched the registration form away. "Are you trying to be an Ironman? Even the Ironman isn't this intense. This isn't a joke; you really mean it if you sign up!"

"I know."

Xiao Meng was speechless for a moment: "Knowing that, you still..."

Ke Yuzhe just chuckled: "You know what? Even though I chose so many, there will only be one 100-meter race left in ten minutes. I only need to run one 100-meter race."

"But…"

Xiaomeng doesn't understand! Why did you choose so many options, but only need to participate in one?

Seeing that she was completely confused, Yu Zhe leaned close to her ear and said, "Go up to the podium now... like this..."

"Do you understand?"

"I don't know what the point is... but oh well..."

When the school bell rings, the teachers of Class S in the third year of high school usually arrive a little late.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xiaomeng stood on the podium as arranged by Yuzhe.

Holding the registration form that Yu Zhe had just filled out, she moved a small stool over and said loudly, "Everyone! Please pause for a moment. Regarding the sports meet, the registration results are in. Since it's not like no one signed up, we have an obligation to report the registration list to you."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Someone actually signed up?!"

"Interesting, someone actually went to compete against students with athletic talents. To be honest, they were just asking for trouble."

"Don't say anything yet, let's hear what Xiaomeng has to say. I'm quite curious to see who will sign up."

Curiosity was aroused.

Yu Zhe smiled. It's a common phenomenon that anything that everyone has basically accepted will arouse their curiosity if there are even the slightest changes.

Curiosity means they care a lot about the current situation.

Xiao Meng took out the first one: "There are two people who have signed up so far. I'm the first one. I signed up for the women's 200 meters. I'll participate and try my best to get a place."

This was still within everyone's acceptable range. The class monitor might reluctantly sign up, but what she said next made people uneasy.

"There's another student who signed up, Su Yuzhe. He's registered for the men's 100m, 200m, 400m, 3000m... and finally the long jump, a total of nine events. That concludes the report."

The words fell.

People who were studying with their heads down all stopped writing.

Everyone felt a deep sense of unease.

As original inmates of Class S in the third year of high school, they chose to avoid the competition, even though it meant sending their class monitor to the field alone, because they needed to study and didn't want to embarrass themselves.

However, Su Yuzhe, the transfer student, clearly had little to do with the class's honor, or at least wasn't very familiar with the class, yet he wanted to carry the class's banner and participate in every project.

In the end, they will definitely lose miserably and be badly injured. That way, the whole school will know that Class S of Senior Three will be honorable even in defeat.

Just thinking about this scene makes everyone feel uneasy.

Or rather, it means not allowing yourself to simply run away and push all the responsibility onto others.

The class monitor stepped forward, Su Yuzhe stepped forward, but what about us?

The class was filled with a depressing atmosphere of self-blame, and many students didn't dare to breathe.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Xiao Wang finally couldn't stand the deathly silence any longer and stood up indignantly, shouting, "I'll do it! Class monitor! Sign me up for the 200 meters! What's there to be afraid of! So what if we lose? We might not even come in last place!"

Little Li followed closely behind: "Me, four hundred meters, fight to the death."

Running 400 meters will kill you? Yu Zhe almost burst out laughing.

However, as expected, some people wanted to sign up. This method might not work in other classes, but it will definitely work in Class S of the senior year, because Yu Zhe knows that everyone is a good kid at heart.

The phrase "fight to the death" clearly ignited the atmosphere in the class.