Real teaching, hypocritical gray life

This is not an easy task. While connecting with the other party, you must also pay attention to the surrounding situation, otherwise it is easy to cause an accident.

The elites selected from each grade and class gathered in the center of the playground.

There are many familiar faces among them, such as Horikita Manabu from Class 3A and Minami Miyabi from Class 2A.

Several people present are among the strongest in their sports, which makes me a little worried about the upcoming games. In addition, if our early schedule collapses, the results may be even more exaggerated.

"Hey, little brother from Fanbo's class, we meet again."

Noticing that I was looking at the people around me, Vice President Nanyun greeted me.

This move was somewhat unexpected to me. I originally thought that he would be more stable than I imagined, just like President Horikita, but he seemed to be eager for the challenge.

"Hello, President Nanyun."

After I greeted him, he thought for a while, and finally made up his mind before slowly focusing his attention on me.

"So you're not the last runner from Fanbo's class to compete, are you?"

"If everyone in the class hadn't changed their minds at the last minute..."

"It is no longer possible to change the contestants now."

"Then I guess it should be me."

We had a rather flavorful trash conversation, and each person's comments were slightly boring, which was perhaps a rather annoying point.

".....Originally I thought that Shibata-kun would be the last one in your class. After all, that kid's running speed is extraordinary........Could it be that you have hidden your athletic talent?"

Was he paying attention to me during the sports festival, or had he used his authority as the vice-president of the student union to get to know me before?...?

Regardless, this is a point worth noting.

"Shibata-kun was injured in the previous game. Judging from the current situation, we will probably be dropped from the class rankings during the school year..........Anyway, I was selected as a substitute."

"I see. No wonder Shibata-kun wasn't seen in the "Two-legged Race". It seems that you were treated as an 'abandoned child' by the class. Sorry, I meant that the class dumped this difficult task on you."

"I can understand that. After all, that's my ability..."

"If you fail the exam, you won't be able to win the first place, right? But being the second place isn't bad either, after all, there's no penalty."

No punishment.

That is to say, even though Nanyun conceded that we would lose, he also absolutely believed that the Aka Group would win in the end, so... we didn't have much influence on the overall situation, right?

This man does have the confidence he should have, but whether the characteristics of arrogance exist requires further understanding.

"Since you are a 'discarded pawn', you must be feeling a little uncomfortable. I won't bother you from getting ready."

"By the way, you can look forward to the performance of our senior students. The Red Team will definitely help you win."

After Nan Yun boasted in front of me, he no longer paid any attention to me and instead happily communicated with his classmates.

In short, I was completely looked down upon.

I sighed heavily, feeling helpless about my own low strength.

Fortunately, this state only lasted until the referee blew the whistle. I tried to cheer myself up and noticed the player I least wanted to see - Ayanokouji Kiyotaka.

Then, we looked at each other in tacit understanding.

"........."

Oh no, there's definitely going to be a problem.

".....Were you thinking of something very rude just now?"

"I'm just lamenting the coincidence of fate......."

So far, not many good things have happened when this man is involved in the development of things, and even if we only collect intelligence, a lot of bad things will happen.

"By the way, Sudou-san hasn't come back yet? I thought he was the last baton player."

"Sudou is back, but we have a lot to think about. Just like Class A doesn't have Shibata as the last baton."

"That was originally the plan, but he was injured and there was no suitable representative in the class, so I was brought up as a substitute."

"I see, this is a bit surprising......"

"But that's all."

Because the starting point for the last leg is in the middle of the first leg, we can only stand on one side of the track and wait until the first leg finishes before standing on the track.

"Come on, Kanzaki!"

Although morale was a little low, our contestants and everyone in the class camp were cheering. It was not just us who did this, it should be said that the entire playground was in a state of excitement.

The waves were now about to reach their highest point. It was past noon and it was almost dusk.

Kanzaki washed his face with clean water and entered the runway.

The first-year students have an advantage in standing position, and the order of arrangement is first-year Class D on the inside and third-year Class A on the outside.

In addition, there are three third-year girls standing at the starting line, and the individual ability data of other classes is not clear. However, based on the current first-year students, the duel between us will only be between Kanzaki and Sudo.

"boom--"

After the signal gun was fired, the final race finally began.

All parties were mobilized at the same time, and the one who performed most outstandingly was not Kanzaki, but Sudo from Class D of the first grade.

Kanzaki performed beautifully and ranked relatively high among the starting crowd, but he did not catch the best time for the start. On the contrary, Sudo performed exceptionally well, even better than the 100m race I had competed with him before. So far, he ranked in the top ten of the starts I have seen.

"Come on -"

Amid the students’ cheers, the contestants began to move at high speed.

"This situation is really incredible......."

However, the gap widened the moment I finished speaking. Sudo rushed to the first place with an unprecedented speed. The second place was probably the contestant from Class A, Grade 3, and Kanzaki firmly grasped the third place. Ibuki, a contestant from Class C, did not have a brilliant performance at the start, but still secured the seventh place.

The top three were almost the same in speed, but the distance between them could change due to the reaction at the start and the subsequent track changes within fifteen meters.

I personally think that the second and third grade students following closely behind have the ability to keep up with Kanzaki's pace. Fortunately, due to the influence of the melee and the players' subconscious decision to give up taking the outer lane, they were not able to catch up in the first place.

The crowded crowd felt like an accident was about to happen at any moment.

The first to take over was undoubtedly the second runner from Class D, because they occupied the first lane from the very beginning so their baton handover process was quite smooth.

On the other hand, our runner-up Shiratori was in a bit of an awkward position, and Kanzaki was forced to leave the first lane on the inside and run diagonally to the third lane. This move alone reduced the gap between the fourth place and us to about one person.

Although Shiratori's academic ability is C+, his athletic ability is only a few points behind Kanzaki, who is second in the class. This is thanks to his active personality and strong physique.

After the baton was passed to Shiratori, who was in the second position, he also began to show his athletic talent.

Although the people behind us were desperately trying to catch up, the distance basically did not change much. It went as planned, but our early efforts meant that we were weak in the middle. Our current lead was earned by the strong athletes in the class, while the second and third grades and even Class C were all led by girls.

At least the battle for the top five has been pretty spectacular so far.

Four or five seconds after Shiratori took over the baton, our last runner was arranged to go on the field. Because it was difficult to determine the position of the runners during the race, the school did not arrange positions for other runners except the first runner.

In order to ensure that I could gain a slight advantage in the next 1000m, I dared to compete with the senior students and successfully grabbed a position between the second and third lanes.

However, standing on my left was Nagumo Miyabi from Class A, Grade 2, and on my right was Horikita Manabu, the part-time Student Council President of Class A, Grade 3. Fortunately, Nagumo Senior didn't pay too much attention to my presence, but President Horikita was not like that. From the moment we walked into the stadium side by side, his eyes were always on me.

".......Um, if you keep staring at me like this, it will bother me."

I was the first one who couldn't stand the pressure of the gaze and begged for mercy, and President Horikita turned his eyes away as I wished.

Although we tried our best, the gap in athletic ability between us and the seniors was too big. Shiratori barely managed to keep the fourth place, but after Ando took over, he immediately turned into fifth place, and then the second-year class A students also overtook.

"I didn't expect you to be willing to compete as the last runner of your class. Are you ready to show your true strength?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just here to replace the injured. Also, my personal running ability is quite limited, or it would be more accurate to say that I'm not good at it."

"Even if you do something as quick as that in front of me, do you still have the nerve to say such things?"

"That's a stress response under special circumstances. It's rare to see it in a normal race."

President Horikita did not believe my truth.

It is about to be the fourth leg, and our class A is ranked sixth, while class C is ranked eighth. It seems that if nothing unexpected happens, we still have a certain advantage before the last leg.

After taking over the fourth baton, Grade 1 Class D gradually lost its first place and fell further behind.

The race for the top spot is now between Class A of Grade 3 and Class A of Grade 2, with the gap between them being only a head's length.

This was also within the expectations of fate. This year's sports festival had more students injured or in accidents than in previous years. When the girl from Class A of the third grade was about to pass the baton to the fifth runner, she fell 50 meters away from the next runner.

"What a pity............."

I couldn't help but feel heartbroken watching this scene, but President Horikita didn't feel anything at all, so I put away my fake sympathy.

"During the sports festival, I observed your class."

".....Are you somewhat interested in the strength of the first-year class A?"

"Please don't get me wrong, I observe every class in the school, without exception."

"Being the student council president is really hard."

"From the calmness at the beginning to the tension that continues to this day... no matter how you look at it, your class is gradually becoming hopeless, completely opposite to Class D in the same grade. What happened?"

"Ichinose believes there is a traitor in our class."

"Are you going to allow that to happen? What on earth do you want to do?"

"What do you think?"

Although the girls from Grade 3 Class A hurriedly stood up, Grade 2 Class A had already taken the lead and quickly pulled away. This time, the latecomers came out on top. Grade 3 Class A quickly dropped to fifth place.

As the pain continued to ferment, when the baton was passed to Ichinose in fifth place, our ranking returned to fifth place, while Class A of Grade 3 dropped to sixth place, and Class C of Grade 1 followed closely behind in seventh place.

At the same time, Class D of the first grade was surpassed by Class B of the same grade and ranked ninth.

"I can't feel the heat from you."

"No heat?...If my body has no heat, then I'm dead."

I joked like this, but President Horikita didn't laugh.

Maybe I'm not humorous enough.

"But you're right. I don't plan on doing anything at this sports festival."

"It's obvious... Aren't you scared of the choice you made?"

"Afraid?" I suddenly felt unfamiliar with this word.

The decision I made might very well cause the class to be on the verge of collapse, but that had nothing to do with me.

Is doing nothing necessarily a fault?

Is thoughtful inaction necessarily the right thing to do?

As long as it is of use in the end, nothing else matters.

Be it collapse or stirring up heresy, chaos does not mean stagnation, and unity does not mean singing all the way.

What I need is the value of existence.

“…Maybe.”

"Boring."

President Horikita commented on my answer.

This is correct because I am not an interesting character in myself. A fool dancing in a messy way is more interesting than my soul.

Until now, I have only a body full of holes. Anyone who can be interested in my soul must not be a normal person.

So much for the small talk—

The fifth runner of Class C was a boy, so he quickly surpassed our Class A with his speed advantage, and then Class A of Grade 3.

Class 2A performed steadily. After the fourth runner-up of Class 3A fell, the situation of the boys who were lined up as the last runners changed.

Nagumo smiled beside me, and his eyes passed over me and looked at President Horikita.

"It seems that our victory is an inevitable fact, President Horikita. If possible, I really want to have a race with you."

In a blink of an eye, Nan Yun showed a satisfied smile to the leading second-year class A students.

Class A of the third grade and even Class C of the first grade can no longer catch up with them. The gap in strength is obvious.

"It seems that the total points have also been perfectly surpassed. This is truly the beginning of a new era."

"........Are you really going to change this school?"