Gunshots shattered the silence, and the scene became heated and exciting.
Chen Hang sprinted forward with all his might. He was in the lead for the first two hundred meters, but in the last few hundred meters, he gradually fell behind the tall, thin guy from the first class.
"Go Chen Hang!" Chen Yuanyuan's voice stood out from the shouts.
"Ahhh—" Captain Chen shouted, the sound deafening and heart-wrenching.
This drew laughter from the students in the audience.
"Ah... Chen Hang, you're really pushing yourself to run forward!" The commentator almost burst out laughing at his comical running style.
"Mad dog..." Su Jinning said with a hint of disgust.
Chen Hang did a decent job, and Song Wenmiao took second place.
The cheers from the field rang out again.
Song Wenmiao also maintained his second place, which was handed to Su Jinning.
"Ning-ge! Keep it up!!" he shouted breathlessly, then collapsed to the ground, exhausted, watching Su Jinning run into the distance.
The third runner from Class One was last year's sprint champion, who ran very fast. Su Jinning struggled back and forth for a long time but could only keep up with him, since she was better suited for long-distance running.
Su Jinning sped up and kept pace with the other students in Class One until he saw that familiar figure gradually appear in his field of vision.
"Go for it!" Shen Moyu shouted as he looked at Su Jinning, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with the first place winner.
Shen Moyu had her back to him, her left hand, which she had just used to stroke the back of her own hand, was outstretched, and her eager and expectant gaze saw right through him.
"Our Su Jinning has surpassed the first place! The baton will soon be passed to Shen Moyu!!"
After the commentator's voice rang out, the baton was successfully passed to Shen Moyu, who came in first place.
"Keep going!" Su Jinning shouted at the top of her lungs, bending over from exhaustion.
Shen Moyu hasn't participated in any sports meets since he developed hypoglycemia. He's not good at running at all.
In the early stages, he could only rely on the advantage given to him by Su Jinning to take the lead. Gradually, the fourth runner from Class 6 sprinted past him.
He listened to the hysterical shouts of his classmates from Class 8.
I suddenly remembered the scene from earlier where the four of them put their hands together to cheer each other on.
The man stood on the playground, the light shining behind him, highlighting his slender figure and giving him a golden edge.
He placed his hands on his own, and his gaze was so firm as he looked at himself.
It was as if she was conveying something to him with her gaze.
He wanted to win. He didn't know why, but he just really wanted to win.
Perhaps it was the methods used by the students in Class 7 that made him indignant.
Or perhaps he wanted to see his classmates in Class 8 laugh and cheer for him.
Or perhaps...
Shen Moyu charged forward as if he had never won before. He had never run so fast before, and he was even startled by his own speed.
In that blurry moment, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the ground…
"Whoa!!" came a gasp from the playground.
"Congratulations to Class 8 of Grade 11 for winning first place in the men's 2000-meter relay!" the commentator shouted again.
"Shen Moyu!"
That sound pulled him back from the darkness...
When he regained consciousness, he was being gently pulled upwards by a force.
He looked up, and all the students from Class 8 gathered around him.
Looking closer, he met the person's gaze, which seemed somewhat angry, along with an indescribable emotion.
"Why are you looking at me like that... We won, right?" Shen Moyu suppressed a wave of nausea and stood up with the help of Su Jinning.
The bitter taste in his mouth and the throbbing pain in his knees made him even more dizzy. He tried to take two steps forward, but his legs felt as weak as cotton and he couldn't support his heavy body.
"Top student! Are you alright?" Everyone asked him all at once.
"What happened? Why did he fall down?" Several teachers and referees rushed over, along with a few students who were watching the commotion, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Shen Moyu was still being supported by Su Jinning. His vision was a little blurry, the vigorous exercise had taken a toll on him.
The chaotic noise around him made his ears ring. In a daze, he glimpsed Zhao Yu and Li Xinyang from Class 7 standing not far from him, looking at him with surprise.
He turned around with difficulty, looked at the students from Class 8 who had gathered around him, and asked with a smile, "What number?"
“First.” Su Jinning squeezed his shoulder.
"That's fine..." Shen Moyu's pale lips curled up slightly as he let out a long sigh of relief.
As long as we win, that's fine; as long as they don't succeed, that's fine.
Amidst the chaos of the battle, Su Jinning silently carried Shen Moyu on her back and headed towards the Eighth Squad's camp.
He leaned on Su Jinning's shoulder. He tried on that coat again, savoring the feeling it gave him.
He smelled of mint and fresh flowers; it was very pleasant.
It's like a hypnotic drug; for a moment, I even felt like falling asleep in its gentle fragrance.