Xu Youluo: "..."
During the first event in the afternoon, the 3,000-meter endurance race for the second-year boys, Xiang Yu repeated his words of encouragement, but even so, Wang Zehao was still in great pain.
When Wang Zehao was asked to register for the 3,000-meter endurance race by Yang Shuhuan, he remained calm.
I started to get nervous after receiving my number at the check-in counter.
Three thousand meters! One lap is four hundred meters, so three thousand meters is seven and a half laps. Seven and a half laps around the track!
Wang Zehao looked at the track and suddenly felt that this lap had no end in sight.
Gu Chen patted his shoulder to help him relax his muscles, encouraging him, "Mouse, the important thing is to participate, don't put too much pressure on yourself!"
Yang Shuhuan helped him secure the number tag, saying, "No one will say anything even if you walk down."
“Yes, yes,” Zhang Boyuan added, “At most, it’s just embarrassing.”
"Tsk, say something nice!" Zhang Zitong nudged him with his elbow.
"Rat, if you can't keep up, just follow me. I'll shield you from the wind and give you a little help." Xu Youluo took the glucose from Jiang Wensong, unscrewed the cap, and stuffed it into Wang Zehao's hand.
Wang Zehao picked up the glucose and drank it all in one gulp. His throat felt sweet and dry, so he quickly drank some mineral water to neutralize it.
A dozen or so people walked to the finish line and stood in a random line. Wang Zehao was on the very edge, close to the outer lane, squeezed among a group of boys whose size was very different from his own, and he began to feel nervous again.
"Oh no, I think I have low blood sugar."
"I still have a vial of glucose here." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Yu met Wang Zehao's resentful little eyes, reluctantly took back the glucose, and sighed.
The gunshot rang out, and a dozen or so boys set off at a steady pace.
Wang Zehao came in last place.
Xiang Yu looked at Wang Zehao's round, chubby figure struggling to dive in, and felt a pang of heartache.
"Hey, stop looking." Gu Chen was stretching beside him, preparing to run alongside him in the women's 3,000-meter endurance race. "Huanhuan is with Haozi, don't worry, and it's not the first time."
Gu Chen said, "Haozi always signs up for the 3,000-meter race at every sports meet. His nervousness is only temporary. He's actually used to it. He can walk it."
Xiang Yu watched him stretch in a lunge position, and thinking about how the girls would be doing the men's 400m and 400m relay after the 3000m race, she became a little worried about Gu Chen's legs.
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"Are you sure you're okay?" Xiang Yu hadn't registered for either of those events, and advised Gu Chen, "Why don't you just skip it and focus on those two later? Nobody will say anything then."
"I'm fine." Gu Chen laughed twice, full of confidence, and said, "Just you wait and see."
After saying that, he beckoned to Xiang Yu, and when the other person leaned in, he whispered in his ear, "Boyfriend, I have plenty of energy."
His tone rose slightly at the end of his voice, carrying a hint of sarcasm and a smug, almost punchable quality.
Xiang Yu's cheeks flushed slightly. She didn't dare to look directly into the other person's smiling eyes, turned her head to the side, and coughed twice.
Xiang Yu had no idea where this idiot learned to be so good at everything. He wondered why he hadn't noticed Gu Chen's true nature back then.
"Are you really okay?" Xiang Yu repeated, looking at Gu Chen's panting appearance with some concern for him.
With so many first- and second-year high school students participating in this sports meet, and so many team events, the school intends to compress the three-day event into two days.
As soon as the women's 3,000-meter race ended, the referees began clearing people from the track and urging the men's 400-meter racers to go for check-in.
"No problem, trust me." Gu Chen took a deep breath, took the bottle of mineral water from Xiang Yu's hand and took a sip. "Let's go, let's get on the track."
Four hundred meters is one lap. On the track, several people sprinted out with all their might. There were five people running together, three of whom were from the sports class. Gu Chen gritted his teeth and sprinted hard, eventually overtaking two others and taking second place.
Xiang Yu was waiting for him at the finish line. Gu Chen slowed down after crossing the finish line and just happened to fall into Xiang Yu's arms.
The other person's weight pressed down on him, and Xiang Yu held him firmly in his arms.
"How is it?" Xiang Yu asked in his ear.
Gu Chen grinned and said, "I already said, there's absolutely no problem."
Zhang Zitong sidled up to the referee to watch as the other side recorded the score. He was so excited that he was like an ape, waving his arms and shouting, "Record broken! Record broken! Brother Chen broke the record!"
The boy who came in first in the sports class wiped his sweat, watching their excitement, and wondered why they were still so happy after coming in second.
Wang Zehao said, "The record was set by a senior from the sports class last year, right? Brother Chen is awesome! There are so few records broken by students from the academic class!"
The group excitedly surrounded Gu Chen.
Gu Chen put his arm around Xiang Yu's neck and made a shushing gesture with his index finger, "Shh, keep it down, the sports class over there is looking over here."
Upon hearing this, the student who broke the record looked away, rolled his eyes, and prepared for the next match.
"Check-in for the Grade 11 boys' 4x400 relay has begun. Athletes, please arrive at the check-in area as soon as possible."
The announcement came over the loudspeaker, signaling the start of another assault.
The students from Class 2 of the Arts Department who participated in the boys' 4x400m relay were Gu Chen, Zhang Zitong, Yang Shuhuan, and Xu Youluo.
Gu Chen, the last runner, and Xu Youluo, the first runner, were determined to widen the gap between themselves and the other classes.
Xu Youluo darted away at lightning speed, and Xiang Yu was unsure whether it was due to the system's support or her own exceptional athletic ability.
One person rushed out, and then the other person took their place.
As luck would have it, Liu Hu was the last runner in the relay race for Class 1 of Physical Education.
"..." Xiang Yu watched Xu Youqing wheelchair over, thinking that they had just eaten together last time, so they were probably used to it. He turned his gaze back to the sports field, "Did you come to see Luo Zai?"
Xu Youqing hummed in agreement.
During this time, Xiang Yu wondered if the conflict between the siblings had been resolved. He felt he shouldn't ask, but he also felt he had to take some responsibility for Xu Youluo's changes.
"How are you and Luozi doing?"
“No problem for now…” Xu Youqing and Xu Youluo, who were in the middle of the track, looked at each other.
The opponent momentarily lost focus, then accelerated and began sprinting ahead of schedule.
“…Same as before.” Xu Youqing paused, then finished speaking, slid her wheelchair forward a little, bent down and took out a wet wipe from the storage bag under the wheelchair.
"Phew—Sister." Xu Youluo passed the baton to Yang Shuhuan, clutching her waist as she stepped in front of Xu Youqing.
"You've worked hard." Xu Youqing handed him a wet wipe. "Wipe your sweat off."
Gu Chen and Liu Hu were waiting for the third runner. Zhang Boyuan ran as fast as he could but couldn't outrun the PE student in the same leg. He fell behind by about ten meters, handed the baton to Gu Chen, and then tripped and fell face-first into the mud.
Gu Chen took the baton and started running, his starting speed even faster than in the previous 400-meter sprint.
He had barely started running when Xiangyu tried to catch up, but it was a bit difficult for him.
"Go, squad leader!"
The female students of Class 2, Literature Department, stood in the audience and shouted loudly.
"...So you pulled a muscle? A 4x400m relay for men?" School doctor Zhao looked at Gu Chen in the wheelchair and found it inexplicably funny. "Your dedication to the class is commendable, but we don't encourage you to run so hard."
School doctor Zhao asked Gu Chen to pull up his sweatpants a bit so he could check his strained calf. Seeing that it wasn't serious, he was relieved and jokingly remarked, "You're really well-equipped. When other people get a strain, they either walk over themselves or have a classmate help them. You even prepared a wheelchair in advance, and it's electric..."
As she spoke, she glanced behind him, "...and a bunch of people were picking him up and dropping him off—alright, he's fine, so don't all gather outside the school clinic, go do whatever you need to do."
The students from Class 2 were dispersed by the school doctor.
Zhang Zitong still had projects to complete and couldn't stay long, so he could only tell Xiang Yu, "Brother Yu, please take good care of Brother Chen. Thank you, brother."
The plasters and sprays are out of stock, so Dr. Zhao has to go upstairs to get them. He asked Gu Chen and Xiang Yu to wait for a while.
Before leaving, Dr. Zhao asked, "Does it hurt? I'll get you some other medicine."
Gu Chen smiled and waved his hand, "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt much."
No sooner had Dr. Zhao left than Gu Chen began to grimace and bury her head in her boyfriend's arms, saying, "Boyfriend, it hurts."
Xiang Yu was both angry and heartbroken for him. Though she was stern with her words, she secretly helped him change the ice pack.
“I advised you to slow down, but you wouldn’t listen.”
As they reached the final sprint, Xiang Yu saw Gu Chen's eyes redden and he sped up, shouting for him to slow down.
This hothead just wouldn't listen, he kept charging forward, and not only did he finish second, he couldn't even stand up straight anymore.
Xu Youqing gave him her wheelchair.
Xiang Yu looked at the area where he had strained his muscles, carefully applied an ice pack, and gently blew on it. "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Impressive." Gu Chen looked distressed. "If I had a boyfriend, kissing him would probably make me feel better."
"..."
For the first time in a long time, my fists are hard again.
Chapter 87 We've fought many disappointed people, but this is the first time we've fought animals.
Chapter 87 A Missed Opportunity: We've fought many people, but this is the first time we've fought an animal.
Two days passed quickly, and the sports meet came to a fleeting moment in the youthful days of high school students.
Not only the sports meet, but the time spent at school seems to follow a certain rule, from spring to summer, the leisurely human world.
The first and second year students have just gone through the ordeal of the third monthly exam. In particular, after the subject teachers explained the exam papers, a wave of students in Class 2 of the humanities class failed to pass the exam to varying degrees.
"I don't think I should be here," Wang Zehao said dejectedly, slumped on the table. "Maybe I'm just not suited for studying."
Yang Shuhuan's expression was even worse than the test paper on the table after the answers were checked. He simply folded the test paper in half and stuffed it into his desk drawer. Adhering to the principle of "out of sight, out of mind," he complained slightly, "The test setters and test collectors at No. 1 High School are getting more and more perverted."
The two sighed inappropriately. Gu Chen, who was sitting in front, put down his pen and turned around. He had only calculated half of the answer in his notebook.
"Why are you sighing?" Gu Chen looked at them with amusement and helplessness, and encouraged them, "Didn't you say you were full of enthusiasm and ready to work hard in the coming year when you saw the senior students' 100-day countdown rally last time?"
"I can't plow anymore, Brother Chen. There's no such thing as a field that's been over-plowed, only an ox that's been worked to death." Wang Zehao buried his head in the table and groaned. "I've finished today's study. Let's continue tomorrow."
"It's only the first class of the morning." Gu Chen couldn't help but find it a little funny, and patted Xiang Yu on the shoulder, making him turn around as well.
Xiang Yu and Gu Chen were working on the same math problem. After they got the answer, they glanced at each other's scratch paper and saw that the other had only written half of it. Xiang Yu asked, "The answer is the positive open interval of the square root of three."
"Huh?" The other person turned around and said this, and Gu Chen didn't react for a moment. He finished the calculation in his mind, "Yes, it's an open interval, and the simplified value is the square root of three."
"Hmm." Xiang Yu turned around to write down the result and then turned back, seeing Wang Zehao staring at her with a pout.
"?" Xiang Yu blinked, but before he could speak, the other party spoke first.
"Dad, I'm so sorry for all the effort you've put into raising me." Wang Zehao was on the verge of tears. "I can understand your conversations less and less anymore."
"It's alright..." Xiang Yu originally wanted to say it was alright and to take it slow, but considering the current teaching progress and Wang Zehao's foundation, taking it slow probably wouldn't work, so she had to change her words and say, "There will always be parts that you can understand."