Lin Li walked towards the sunshade of Class Four to see who was using it as a sunblock.

Getting closer, he saw Chen Yu Ying.

Phooey, take back that thought just now.

Her hair, originally hanging loose, was now tied into a high ponytail. The jet-black hair glistened faintly in the sunlight.

A high ponytail truly gives off a strong youthful vibe.

Away from the campus scene, Lin Li realized he hadn't really seen this hairstyle much elsewhere, and wasn't sure why.

She wore a black jacket draped over her shoulders, with a white sports vest underneath, perfectly outlining her graceful curves. Her shoulder and neck lines were smooth, and her collarbone faintly visible.

Her long, straight legs extended from under light gray athletic shorts, skin appearing fair and glossy in the sunlight.

Approaching, he saw Chen Yu Ying smiling at him. Without waiting for her to speak, Lin Li rubbed his stomach and asked:

"I'm so full, class monitor, do you have any digestive tablets?"

"Nope, but since you don't have a match today, walk around a bit later. What did you eat for lunch to be this full now?" Chen Yu Ying asked, sounding a bit concerned yet puzzled.

"A feast for the eyes." Lin Li gestured towards Chen Yu Ying with both hands, palms up.

"Eh?"

"Pfft——" Chen Yu Ying was taken aback, then laughed, "Oh, that's so cheesy."

"Then why are you blushing?" Lin Li marched proudly under the sunshade, delivering his line undeterred.

Chen Yu Ying glared at Lin Li.

No need to say out loud such things that were noticed.

Not satisfied with just one glare, she gave Lin Li's shoe a light kick.

Ding Sihan, also dressed in sportswear, came over, bent down under Lin Li's envious gaze, and patted Chen Yu Ying's thighs and calves before teasingly looking at Lin Li:

"Lin Li, where did you first look at Ying Bao, tell us honestly."

"Of course it was the eyes, the windows to the soul, what else could it be? It couldn't possibly be that my gaze shamelessly swept over her fair legs, fair arms, fair collarbones, or even sneaked a look at her chest, right? Impossible, I am a gentleman; I wouldn't do such a thing."

Lin Li snorted, declaring his integrity and uprightness.

Ding Sihan laughed heartily, satisfied.

Chen Yu Ying silently zipped up her jacket, crossing her arms in front in a mix of humor and helplessness.

Here comes the pervert again.

But this time, Lin Li was slightly wronged.

You should look at a girl's eyes first, and if you find she's not looking at you, then you can check out her legs.

Suddenly, Ding Sihan stopped laughing and angrily kicked Lin Li.

Lin Li: "?"

"I demand an explanation." Lin Li sternly asked with a serious face.

"Why didn't my joy increase a level? You want an explanation? From whom should I demand my explanation?" Ding Sihan kicked again, her face colder.

Lin Li: "..."

"Kick all you want, getting hit by this boomerang is my own fault." Lin Li stuck out his rear, feeling he deserved it.

"Great opportunity!!!"

"Who the hell said great opportunity!" Lin Li heard Wang Ze's voice from behind, causing his heart to skip a beat, quickly pulling his rear back.

"Wang Ze, good luck in the match later." Turning around, Lin Li gestured to Wang Ze.

"You finally know what event I'm in?" Wang Ze was somewhat touched.

A good friend knows when he's wrong and improves.

"It's written on the whiteboard here." Lin Li pointed at a whiteboard under the sunshade, on which were written today's events and participants' timings in black ink.

Wang Ze is in the 400-meter run, the preliminaries are in the afternoon, essentially the first event.

Wang Ze: "..."

Why did I even hope for anything from Lin Li.

"All male athletes competing in the 400 meters, please proceed to the check-in area…" The announcer's voice rang out with the notification.

"Let's go!"

Wang Ze confidently laughed as he pulled out his number tag from his pocket and headed to the check-in.

...

The freshman group ran first, and Wang Ze was on the first track.

Lin Li brought the "three-person dog" group to cheer for Wang Ze from the inside track of the field.

"Don't bother, Wang Ze. I'll say it again, this spot for Class Four's sports student; if you don't take it, someone else will." Lin Li laughed.

"Don't worry, advancing is a breeze. I'm a seasoned sports student." Wang Ze was relaxed, not nervous at all.

"A veteran general on the stage." Lin Li chuckled.

"Last time Wang Ze said this, he stayed up all night trying and didn't make it, even dropped a level.

That night, starting from three o'clock, no matter what we said, he chose silence, only responding with 'one more round' every time he lost."

Bai Bufan's voice came lazily.

Wang Ze, who had already bent down and started getting used to the starting block, almost stumbled and knelt, glaring back angrily: "This advancement is not the same!"

"On the first track, Class Four freshman, Wang Ze. On the second track, Class Six freshman…" The referee began the final roll call.

The athletes in this group lined up on the track, aside from Wang Ze, there was another using the starting block. The rest simply bent down, shifting their weight forward, ready to start.

After all, forcing oneself to use a starting block without training could negatively impact performance.

The referee holding the starter gun stood on the starting platform.

"Lin Li, do you think pointing the starter gun at the athletes would be more effective?" Bai Bufan asked.

"Which athlete are you referring to?"

"Someone from another class."

"Then it would."

The referee nearby listened, tempted to point the gun at Bai Bufan's head.

"On your marks——get set——" The referee raised his hand high, announcing with his unique preparatory call, "Bang!"

The starter gun fired, Wang Ze surged forward like a dog off its leash.

Four hundred meters, to a sports student, isn't much different from a hundred; both require an all-out sprint.

"Go!"

"Go!"

Cheering resounded around, mixed with calls of athletes' names.

For four hundred meters, even straight-line running across the field may not keep up, so Lin Li and others waited at the start, which is also the finish line.

But Wang Ze was steady indeed.

When he started the final straight sprint, except for another using the starting block in the fourth track, who seemed to be an athlete too, the rest were tens of meters behind.

Creating a gap of tens of meters in such a short distance is quite significant.

Wang Ze crossed the line, firmly first in his group.

"Awesome, Wang Ze! You led the third-place finisher by at least fifty meters in the four hundred meters." Bai Bufan praised.

"Told you." Finishing his slow run, Wang Ze walked towards Lin Li and Bai Bufan, proudly thumping his chest.

"But the guy in fourth track isn't bad either, is he an athlete as well?" Lin Li asked.

"Yeah, I know him, but he's usually slower than me and another guy during training. He'll probably get the bronze." Wang Ze nodded, "My goal, like Lin Li's, is to secure silver and eye the gold."

"So you sports students have already divided the school sports meet titles among yourselves?" Bai Bufan clicked his tongue.

"There aren't many maniacs like Lin Li, there aren't that many high-level talents among the common folk. Losing would get us laughed at." Wang Ze thought it was a given.

"Then we're really just here to participate." Bai Bufan nodded, having nothing to argue with.

"I have a strategy that could bring about a resurgence for the Han Dynasty and even provide you, Bai Bufan, a chance to compete against the likes of Wang Ze."

Lin Li spoke with depth and mystery.

"Oh? Tell us more." Bai Bufan and Wang Ze curiously asked.

"After the starter gun, give everyone a problem to solve. Whoever first lies down on the track and writes the correct answer can start running." Lin Li grinned wisely, "It will be an exhilarating collaboration of brains and brawn, a dual contest of intellect and physical strength!"

Bai Bufan, Wang Ze: "?"

Bai Bufan and Wang Ze exchanged glances, their eyes wide with shock.

Whether the Han Dynasty's cultural students could see a resurgence was uncertain, but Wang Ze felt that under such circumstances, the sports students of the Wei Kingdom might also face downfall along with the Han Dynasty.

Cultural students would finish the problem and stand up, but with insufficient blood flow to the brain, their vision might blacken.

Sports students would finish the problem and stand up, with sufficient blood flow to the brain, but darkness would fall upon them.

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