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Chapter 490: Chapter 330: Reaching an Agreement
The sports field erupted in exuberant cheers, far more explosive than any previous event had caused.
Yang Sheng, with her short and handsome hair, was already leading the others and ultimately carried the flag across the finish line.
After circling the field with the flag, the second-place runner still hadn’t reached the end.
The class president, Chen Siyu, Bai Yuxia, and the boys from the class all crowded around to congratulate Yang Sheng on her first place.
It wasn’t until then that Li Shi, leisurely and long-legged, arrived late.
Standing at the finish line, she gasped for air.
Too fast, she never could have imagined that Yang Sheng’s physical fitness was so good, even the high school sophomore athlete Hu Mengqing could only eat dust behind her.
She lost... lost miserably, a chasmic gap.
A swirl of regret coiled in her heart—Li Shi was angry, frustrated, ashamed, a mix of emotions.
Cui Yu didn’t go to Yang Sheng; instead, he swaggered over to Li Shi, sizing up her attractive long legs with an indescribable smile.
Even after losing the race, Li Shi wasn’t someone easy to bully, especially not by the likes of Cui Yu, she said with a cold face:
"Get lost."
What kind of man was Cui Yu? If he could be scared off, he wouldn’t be Cui Yu.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I welcome you to Class 8."
After saying that, Cui Yu wandered off, swaying as he went.
The commotion Yang Sheng caused had slowly died down after ten minutes of celebration.
She returned to Class 8’s area, and Yang Sheng sat where Jiang Ning’s throne used to be.
By her side were Chen Siyu and Bai Yuxia attending to her as usual.
Paying their respects were Guo Kunnan, Wang Longlong, and others.
Wang Longlong reported, "Yang Sheng, now that the victory is decided, shall we invite that girl from Class 2 over?"
Cui Yu chuckled, "To invite her over as the village chief’s wife?"
Wang Longlong said, "Don’t you think this scene lacks beauty to accompany the dance?"
Yang Sheng, seated high on her platform, took a sip of water and replied, "You go and invite her. If she doesn’t want to come, let it be."
She didn’t expect Li Shi from Class 2 to keep her promise.
Upon hearing this, Cui Yu immediately disagreed, "Our boys lost to you and have always been good sports about losing; how can she, a girl, play dirty?"
Zhang Yifei, upon hearing this, became furious and yelled, "Can’t you be a little lenient with the girls!"
Ever since his altercation with Pang Jiao, Cui Yu feared nothing, confronting Zhang Yifei’s square face head-on:
"Why are you screaming so loud!"
Huang Zhongfei quickly intervened, "Don’t quarrel, don’t quarrel."
The life committee member Hu Jun stood up to make a fair statement, "It’s not easy for our class to win the competition and enjoy a moment of glory, don’t mess it up!"
"Quarreling in the classroom is one thing, at least the embarrassment doesn’t leave these four walls, but let’s not fight on the sports field."
The dispute ended.
"Longlong, I’ll join you!" Cui Yu volunteered eagerly.
Wang Longlong waved his hand dismissively, "Is this minor matter really worth everyone’s effort?"
"Leave it to me."
...
Class 2.
Under the shade of the canopy, Wang Longlong looked at the students in Class 2, shaking his folding fan nonchalantly, like a negotiator from ancient times:
"Li Shi, come with us."
The class president Fang Qiuyue felt embarrassed; it was like coming to collect a debt!
She stood in front, calmly saying, "Li Shi was impulsive just now, she spoke recklessly, you guys shouldn’t take it seriously."
Wang Longlong glanced at the girl with glasses, then at Li Shi sitting in the back.
"Fine, but if our classmates ask, I’ll have to tell the truth." Wang Longlong spoke with a smile, showing no annoyance from being rejected.
"The people paying attention to this bet are not just from our class. If Li Shi gets famous, don’t blame us." With that, Wang Longlong left, shaking his fan.
He had only taken a few steps when Li Shi’s strained voice came from behind, "I’ll go with you."
When Wang Longlong brought people back to Class 8, everyone was excited.
Cui Yu brandished a small speaker, "Guys, I borrowed a sound system from Class 1."
"Whatever dance music you want to hear, just tell me."
The bet between Yang Sheng and Li Shi had caught the attention of not just Classes 8 and 2 but also of other surrounding classes.
Students like Lin Zida, Du Chuan, and Yuan Xiaomao from Class 1 came over to watch.
Even students from Class 9, such as Shi Qianjin, Shen Xu, and Yan Tianpeng, arrived.
Of course, Shen Xinli didn’t come; Class 8 had become forbidden territory for him—a place he could not tread without inviting calamity upon himself.
Li Shi, always so proud, now faced such humiliation. She was dying to turn around and leave.
But she had made a bet, and if she didn’t follow through, she’d certainly be talked about behind her back.
Li Shi looked ahead to Yang Sheng, biting her lip in reluctant compliance, like a virtuous woman being forced.
Wang Longlong quickly absolved himself, "Whoa, I didn’t force you, it was voluntary!"
Cui Yu played the music, "Let’s begin!"
In front of many classmates, Li Shi danced a most embarrassing dance. Her movements were nowhere near as standard as Dong Jiayi’s, but the presence of her long legs made it quite a spectacle for everyone.
Guo Kunnan’s eyes almost popped out, he applauded delightedly, "Brilliant, brilliant, that was simply splendid!"
Cui Yu exclaimed, "Good dance, good dance, that dance broke my heart!"
After finishing the dance, Li Shi walked away without a word.
Only then did Yang Sheng put down her cup and said to Jiang Ning, "Thanks."
If it weren’t for Jiang Ning, she never could have made such a splash.
Jiang Ning waved it off, "No big deal."
At this moment, Huang Zhongfei, holding an A4 paper, announced:
"Everybody, the next event is two fun sports competitions, and the homeroom teachers and school leaders will come watch. You can sign up now, there’s rewards for this event too."
As soon as they heard about the rewards, Zhang Chi eagerly raised his hand, "President, I’m signing up!"
Huang Zhongfei said, "Hold on, let me finish first."
"The first event is the three-legged race..."
...
After dancing, Li Shi couldn’t bear to stay on the sports field any longer, unable to tolerate her classmates’ gazes like prickling needles.
Building 3, Class 1 of the first year.
In the empty classroom, only two students remained, one scribbling boredly with chalk on the blackboard.
The other was surrounded by colorful plastic tubes spread over his empty desk.
Nearly two days into the sports meet, Qi Tianheng never once went to the field, busily weaving little stars in the classroom.
Zhao Xiaofeng had tried several times to help him, but Qi Tianheng refused every time.
As a damned rich second generation, he wanted to experience ordinary people’s love.
Qi Tianheng was occupied, having made many, with a goal of 999 stars, he had already woven nearly 800 after a few days.
Right now, he finished another little star and dropped it into a glass jar.
He was working hard, aiming to finish before the end of the sports meet, and then offer it to Yang Sheng.
Yang Sheng must be really touched, huh?
Qi Tianheng’s fingers were so sore they were unbearable, yet he persevered.
His dad always said, "Only with sweat comes the harvest."
Zhao Xiaofeng, "Brother Tian, you’re working too hard."
As Zhao Xiaofeng was about to speak, he suddenly saw a familiar figure appear outside the door.
He hurriedly called out, "Classmate, classmate, come here for a sec."
Miao Zhe headed towards Classroom 2.
Dan Xiao followed him.
Zhao Xiaofeng led Miao Zhe into Classroom 2, while Dan Xiao stayed at the door.
"Bro, if my fingers hurt from folding too many little stars, what should I do?" Zhao Xiaofeng asked for advice humbly.
Miao Zhe, given the 100 yuan tuition he received from the other party, generously advised,
"Soak your hands in a basin of hot water, then move them around a bit; it can relieve a lot."
Zhao Xiaofeng heard this, "Brother Tian, I’ll go get water for you right now."
"Anything else?" Miao Zhe asked.
"That’s it, that’s it," Zhao Xiaofeng replied with a good attitude.
Miao Zhe left, followed by Dan Xiao.
Before leaving, he turned towards Qi Tianheng’s seat and revealed a simple and honest grin.
As soon as Li Shi entered the classroom and saw Qi Tianheng still folding stars, she couldn’t help getting irritated,
"You’re still folding those?"
...
The 3rd building, in the office.
Xue Yuantong sprawled in her chair, surrounded by a pile of snack wrappers.
She was at her wit’s end, unable to eat anymore.
Teacher Guo Ran received a message in the teachers’ group chat, "The fun sports event is about to start, are you going to the field?"
Xue Yuantong shook her head, "Geng Lu told me it’s way too hot out on the field."
"Alright then, I’m off, you can play on the computer."
Guo Ran took off her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair.
She stepped out of the office, wearing white sneakers.
...
Class 8’s ’three-legged race’ had two teams participating.
Zhang Chi, Dan Kaiquan, and Cui Yu formed one team.
Jiang Ning didn’t take part in the ’three-legged race’, but he signed up for the second event.
Teacher Guo Ran entered the field and found Class 8’s station.
Seeing her pretty figure, the boys greeted her warmly, congratulating Teacher Guo Ran on her inspection visit.
Guo Ran walked half a circle and stopped in a cool, shady spot.
Jiang Ning, sitting on the grass under the tree, looked up, "Teacher, remember not to leave after school this afternoon."
Guo Ran had anticipated this, "Are you inviting me to dinner?"
Jiang Ning smirked, "She’s been eating your snacks for two days, I gotta show some appreciation."
Guo Ran, "Alright then, I accept."
She bent down, sat beside Jiang Ning, and her shapely legs were slightly bent at the knees.
"I heard about your record-breaking from building 3."
"I even looked up my college’s 800-meter record, not as good as yours!"
Guo Ran lavished a few compliments.
Jiang Ning said, "You should see whose student I am."
Guo Ran paused, then laughed, "You talk just like Xue Yuantong."
"She often uses that tone."
Jiang Ning, "Really?"
"Do you know what the next event is?" Guo Ran asked purposely.
"Princess Relay Race," Jiang Ning said, "I signed up."
"Ooh, planning to carry which ’princess’?" Guo Ran teased, "Let me guess."
Jiang Ning ignored her; as a teacher, Guo Ran always liked to pry into his love life.
...
Cui Yu and Dan Kaiquan, they were practicing the ’three-legged race’. At first, they were quite uncoordinated, their steps mismatched, making them look utterly comical, unable to cooperate.
Wang Longlong shouted slogans, acting as the coach, training them.
Shi Qianjin from Class 9 moved in front of Class 8.
"Your Class 8 has been quite noticeable lately, winning a few championships," Shi Qianjin complimented.
Zhao Jinyang from Class 7 came over, robust and sturdy,
"Your class has some talent, with two beauties performing dances."
Shi Qianjin and Zhao Jinyang exchanged a look, recognizing they were on the same wavelength.
’Class 8 has become too notable recently, we need to put some pressure on them!’
Classes 7 and 9 made an alliance.
Cui Yu stopped walking, "Are you envious of the rewards we’ve earned with our strength?"
Hearing this, Shi Qianjin glanced in Jiang Ning’s direction, only to see the boy sitting on the grass, enjoying an ice cream, with the chemistry teacher Guo Ran smiling and chatting with him.
Shi Qianjin, "Damn!"
That was the female teacher all students admired the most!
Zhao Jinyang also noticed and looked dissatisfied, "That’s the strength of your classmate, not your own."
Cui Yu said, "As if you’re any stronger?"
Zhao Jinyang didn’t retort and shifted the topic, "I heard your class likes to make bets, dare to bet with me? Loser has to dance in the winner’s class?"
Cui Yu thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered the unusually tall girl in Class 7 with long legs; he was nearly drooling.
He remembered that fiery little girl was quite feisty!
"Bet on your class’s long legs?" Cui Yu suggested.
Zhao Jinyang agreed immediately, "Sure."
"You sure your word is good?" Cui Yu was somewhat skeptical.
Zhao Jinyang, "Definitely."
In reality, his word wasn’t worth a damn; he hadn’t communicated with Tang Fu at all, but, no communication was needed because Zhao Jinyang was certain he would win.
Before the sports event, Zhao Jinyang had guessed the school would host a fun sports event and blindly bet on the ’three-legged race’ event; he had practiced with his classmates in PE class, and now his guess was spot on.
So, he was bound to win.
"Who from your class will dance?" Zhao Jinyang glanced over the girls in Class 8; they were, without a doubt, of extraordinary quality.
He was just about to pick.
Cui Yu thought for a moment and pulled a trick, "Seeing how straightforward you are, I’ve decided to bet our class’s only girl group."
Zhao Jinyang was thrilled to hear that, "Girl group?"
