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Chapter 489: Chapter 329: Flag Bearer!
Li Shi made the dance bet and suddenly realized the atmosphere had gone eerily quiet, with the surrounding Class 8 boys looking inexplicably strange.
Li Shi couldn’t put a finger on that look, but it was definitely weird.
Upon hearing her, Yang Sheng said, "Good, I was thinking the same thing, and I hope you won’t back out when the time comes."
Li Shi ignored those strange expressions, smiling happily. The pride between her brows mingled with the uptick of her lips, creating a mocking air about her.
Standing almost 175cm tall, she had a commanding presence that, coupled with her demeanor, was truly imposing.
Li Shi said, "I’m more worried about you. With so many students here as witnesses, you wouldn’t back out, would you?"
It was somewhat unexpected for her, but Yang Sheng showed a bit of courage.
However, Li Shi was quite eager to see, after Yang Sheng lost, the mannish girl dancing in front of the Class 2 boys.
She figured that would be a huge blow to Yang Sheng, wouldn’t it?
"After the competition, see you, Class 2."
Li Shi giggled, covered her mouth, and walked away.
On the way back, Class 2’s monitor Fang Qiuyue couldn’t help saying, "Li Shi, isn’t the bet a little too harsh?"
In Fang Qiuyue’s view, dancing in the other class was still a forced act, quite cruel to a girl!
And the gesture just made by Class 1’s Dong Jiayi, not every girl had the courage to pull it off!
Li Shi: "It was just something I said off the cuff. Who knew she would agree?"
"It’s not my fault, is it?"
She said gleefully, "Besides, people should be responsible for their words, right?"
Fang Qiuyu sighed quietly.
She and Li Shi were on good terms and knew that Li Shi had excellent physical fitness, having even skydived before, and with her tall stature and long legs, she had all the advantages.
Now, she just hoped when it came time for Yang Sheng to dance in their class, she could do something to prevent Yang Sheng from losing face.
...
Once Li Shi left, Class 8’s atmosphere turned bizarre, with students giving each other perplexed looks.
Yang Sheng had made a bet! Who would win?
Cui Yu immediately began toadying up with flattery: "Yang Sheng, I was blind to your greatness before, sorry for offending you, I’ll change my ways right now!"
Cui Yu made a show of slapping himself in flattery.
Guo Kunnan: "Yang Sheng, from now on, I’m at your beck and call, through thick and thin!"
Dong Qingfeng: "I’m your wings."
Wang Longlong: "I’m your most loyal supporter."
Class 8 boys were lavishing praise on Yang Sheng in various ways.
Yu Wen saw this and felt disdainful inside, but she also sensed something odd about Yang Sheng.
’Hurry up and go give other classes trouble!’
Cui Yu glanced towards Class 2 and noticed Li Shi, thinking to himself:
"That tall girl is really pretty too, I wonder what it’ll look like when she starts dancing, how her waist will twist."
Guo Kunnan: "Isn’t it obvious? Spicy is the word!"
"Probably spicier than Dong Jiayi."
Class representative Hu Jun, after giving it a few glances, said sagely, "It’s not just about the figure, do you understand temperament?"
"Have you noticed, that Li Shi, does she carry an air of arrogance?"
Wang Longlong said, "Arrogant?"
"Right, Longlong, you’ve got a sharp eye," Hu Jun said slowly. "Beauty lies in the bones, not the skin."
Dan Kaiquan: "Brother Jun, you know so much."
Guo Kunnan bowed: "I’ve learned a lot."
Ma Shicheng laughed: "Brother Jun, is this why your taste is so unique?"
...
"Female 800-meter race contestants, please proceed to the track."
The competition was about to begin.
Class 8’s study committee member Dong Qingfeng held a pen, his writing flowing smoothly like a dragon or snake.
He raised his draft paper, fingers flicking lightly, and the written pages dried in the sun, his somewhat handsome face showing a proud smile.
After watching Class 1’s pretty girl’s spicy dance, Dong Qingfeng was now balanced, his envy for Jiang Ning turning into peace.
Momentary glory meant little; the class girls were only fawning over Jiang Ning because of his temporary honor.
There was still a long road ahead, we’ll see!
Shen Qing’e asked, "Did you write an encouragement note?"
Dong Qingfeng sternly replied, "Yang Sheng is our class ace, it’s only right I do it personally."
He had previously had a slight conflict with Yang Sheng because he was defending Jiang Yanan, causing a lengthy period where his care hadn’t reached Yang Sheng.
It was he who had neglected Yang Sheng.
Dong Qingfeng intended to repair their friendship.
Similarly, he envied the relationship between Jiang Ning and Yang Sheng, remembering the image of them high-fiving on the 800-meter track.
It’s just interaction with girls, right?
And this was what Dong Qingfeng was best at.
’Next, I’m going to show them what a god looks like!’
Dong Qingfeng’s face wore an affable smile. At this moment, he was a knight.
Shen Qing’e sat at her desk, thinking, ’To watch Class 2’s girls dance, he’s actually writing encouragement notes for Yang Sheng and getting personally involved.’
’I misjudged you.’
...
"Huang Zhongfei, why did you take the class flag away?" Cui Yu inquired.
"Monitor, since Yang Sheng is willing to take the risk for us, then, I’m willing to cheer for her with this flag!"
Cui Yu took the flag to the sidelines, with Guo Kunnan and Wang Longlong beside him, and almost all the boys from the class had arrived, just to watch Yang Sheng’s race.
By the track, Yuan Xiaomao asked, "Du Chuan, do you know where Wei Xiu Yuan went?"
Du Chuan replied, "He said his heart was broken, and he went to pick it up."
"Is he coming back?" Yuan Xiaomao asked again.
Du Chuan said, "Definitely, his hat’s with me."
After Class 1’s male dignity was shattered, they were seriously hit. Hearing about the bet between Class 8 and Class 2, they decided to watch the game, looking for a chance to regain their dignity.
Cui Yu shouted, "Go Yang Sheng!"
Guo Kunnan added, "Supporting you!"
At the starting line, Li Shi felt even more disdain when she heard those cheers. The louder they cheered, the more pitiful the loss.
There were a lot of girls on the track, with varying figures that dazzled the onlookers.
Guo Kunnan saw a girl with a substantial chest and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn’t that Yun Tingting, who played badminton downstairs last time?"
Cui Yu said, "So big, I really want to see her dance."
Guo Kunnan asked, "Who will go provoke Class 3 with a bet?"
Cui Yu shrank back his head and said, "Forget it, I don’t want to get beaten up."
He glanced over the contestants and pointed to a girl with wheat-colored skin, who seemed to have an aura of strength, "She’s from the sports team, right?"
Wang Longlong with a folding fan in motion said, "That’s Hu Mengqing from Class 4, Grade 2; she’s from the sports team."
The loudspeaker announced:
"To the female 800-meter runners, girls chasing the wind, your figures shine in the sunlight. Facing an arduous journey, you show no fear..."
Everyone knew the race was about to start.
Cui Yu raised his banner high and shouted out loud, "Yang Sheng, charge for me!"
Jiang Ning walked to the side of the synthetic track and gave her a thumbs-up.
Yang Sheng’s short hair was half-tied up, carefree and easy-going, and every move she made was graceful.
"Bang!"
The starting gun fired.
Yang Sheng burst forth instantly, and after thirty meters, her red sportswear made her stand out starkly as she led the race alone.
The shouting from the stands surged like a tide.
"The red clothes, look at the red clothes!"
"Cool!"
Cui Yu waved the big banner, howling, "The red-clothed runner is our class’s Yang Sheng!"
The boys from the class joined together, howling, "Yang Sheng, Yang Sheng!"
The crowd was boiling with excitement.
On the podium, Dong Qingfeng heard the commotion from the students below, and his smile broadened.
"Senior sister, I want to personally encourage our classmates," he requested politely.
Having received permission, Dong Qingfeng sat down at the desk, facing the microphone.
He looked towards the dazzling red figure leading on the field and began with emotion:
"To Yang Sheng of Class 8, Grade 1, I want to become the wind, the rain, another version of myself, just to see your 800 meters."
"To Yang Sheng of Class 8, Grade 1, when the spring grass begins to grow, and the spring trees bloom in full, and the spring breeze wafts for miles—it pales in comparison to your running figure."
Cheer after cheer was broadcast through the speakers, sparking discussion among everyone.
Dong Qingfeng continued to inspire Yang Sheng from his elevated seat.
By the side of the track, Guo Kunnan muttered under his breath, "That sneaky bastard!"
In the 800 meters, Yang Sheng maintained her lead throughout. Whether it was Li Shi or the sports students from Grade 2, they were left desperately chasing her.
She recreated the earlier dominant scene by Jiang Ning.
Her striking red sports top visually stood out from the clothes of the other contestants and, paired with her leading position, was extremely prominent.
On the field, the cheering, shouting, and screaming rose and fell rhythmically with the howls of Class 8 boys, calling out Yang Sheng’s name in waves.
On the podium, Dong Qingfeng continued:
"Goldfish could fly over the Himalayas, sparrows could dive into the Mariana Trench, beautiful flowers could bloom amidst lava, Peter Pan could grow up, and I... will be waiting for you at the finish line!"
Dong Qingfeng laughed uproariously in his heart, "Ha ha ha, who else could be warmer than he was?"
’Yang Sheng, let me accompany you!’ he thought.
In the second lap of the 800 meters, Yang Sheng extended her lead over the other students by more than 100 meters.
With the final 50 meters to go to the finish line and Yang Sheng about to secure the victory, the boys of Class 8 were ecstatic!
Spicy dance, spicy dance! We want a spicy dance!
Cui Yu was shaking his flag even more excitedly when suddenly, it slipped from his hand.
Cui Yu looked shocked and turned his head to see Jiang Ning snatching his flag.
Before all the onlookers, Jiang Ning gripped the big flag, took a few steps forward with it in one hand, and walked out of the crowd.
The crowd then saw him lean back, with the arm holding the flag stretched behind him, almost at a right angle to his body.
The flag was held at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Jiang Ning’s body tensed up in a ’full draw’, and everyone witnessed his explosive motion.
Someone glanced sideways and exclaimed, "What is he trying to do?"
Jiang Ning called out in a deep voice, "Here you go!"
Using the flag as a spear, he hurled it with all his might.
The moment the flag left his hand, it shot forth, tracing an arc, and heading towards the track.
Yang Sheng slowed slightly and caught the flag with precision while she ran.
At that moment, her red attire seemed to merge with the flag; she held it up, fighting against the wind.
Wherever she passed, applause thundered, and cheers were incessant.
Yang Sheng crossed the finish line with a leading advantage.
She stopped in her tracks, faced the audience, and grasping the flagpole with both hands, she spun her body in an elegant martial arts maneuver, circling the flagpole around her waist.
The whole place erupted, and on the podium, a girl from the broadcasting club pushed past Dong Qingfeng and opened her mic to yell:
"Ahhh! That girl is so cool!"
