Dong Jiyan's group, apart from Shen Chiye, didn't have any particularly competitive athletes.
By the end of the competition, it was just him and Shen Chiye competing against each other.
Both of them had striking appearances. One of them was also a notorious campus tyrant with endless rumors swirling around. Many people gathered to watch, and quite a few girls were staring with sparkling eyes.
On the final pole vault, Dong Jiyan barely managed to clear it, while Shen Chiye touched the bar.
A close victory.
Shen Chiye didn't mind losing. As he came up, he patted Dong Jiyan on the shoulder: "My son is still impressive."
Dong Jiyan avoided him: "Get lost, your pheromones are almost overwhelming."
Shen Chiye said with a smile: "Remember this scent, it's my father's essence."
Dong Jiyan replied gruffly: "Go away."
After the high jump, Dong Jiyan went to the restroom to release some water. Then, he meandered towards Class Ten’s base camp. Before he reached them, a large crowd had gathered.
It seemed something had happened.
"What's going on?" Dong Jiyan approached and asked.
"Zhou Xingchen stumbled while walking and playing with his phone," a nearby girl answered anxiously. "He might not be able to run the 3000 meters."
Dong Jiyan also looked over.
Zhou Xingchen sat on a chair, while Lu Xingci was asking about his condition. Dong Jiyan saw that Zhou Xingchen nodded in response.
On the other hand, Lu Xingci's expression grew calm as he said: "How are you going to run? With your injured foot, you want to cross the finish line? If you do manage to make it, they might give you a perseverance award."
"..." The classmates were all concerned about his injury. Zhou Xingchen was already ashamed; being reprimanded by Lu Xingci made him even more dejected.
Lu Xingci and he exchanged a glance before extending his hand: "Give me your number."
"Not on your life, Brother Lu," Zhou Xingchen shook his head. "Let Chen Yue take over for me. Where's Chen Yue?"
"He went to check the shot put."
"..." Zhou Xingchen remained silent for a moment and refused to give his number to Lu Xingci. Seeing this scene, one of the boys offered:
"How about I do it? But I'm not as fast as you, so I probably can't get a good ranking."
"No way, brother," Lu Xingci replied. "I'll run for you at my speed. People might think this is a race between a tortoise and a hare."
The boy tried to take the number but was stopped by Lu Xingci:
"Slow Tortoise, do you really think you're better than me? Last time, who crawled 1500 meters and practically died on the spot?"
"..."
"I can run too, I'm just worried about not beating the sports class..."
"Both 3000 meters and 1500 meters are worth five points. They are among the top three events," a girl reasonably analyzed. "Our girls will definitely lose to the sports class in the 1500 meter run. We should find someone more capable."
"How do we find such a god-like figure? Only ten minutes left—"
"I'll run for you." Dong Jiyan stepped forward and walked straight up to Zhou Xingchen: "Give me your number."
Seeing it was him, several girls' eyes lit up: "Right! Dong Jiyan can run!"