"Is that even a suggestion a human being could come up with? If we really did that, by the time it got dark, I'd still be sticking my ass up and lying on the track doing math!" Just imagining the scene made Wang Ze break out in a cold sweat.
Doing problems while running?
Sorry, Coach, I want to focus on academics.
A sports student was still just a sports student, not Japanese.
Lin Li's eyes lit up when he heard that. "Great opportunity!"
"How is that a great opportunity? The karma came back way too fast, damn it!" Wang Ze completely lost it and burst out laughing. Then he reined in his smile and said indignantly, "No, this is seriously too much. Sports Students have it hard too, okay? Three hundred and sixty days out of every three hundred and sixty-five, we're training. The other five days, we're thinking about how to train.
"Every year, we don't have much to look forward to. We just hope to show off at the Sports Meet, then scroll through the Confession Wall that night to see if anyone posted about us. Then we pick a lucky little fangirl or older girl, fall into Love River, and begin our descent into becoming morally loose Sports Students. You can't even take away that tiny bit of hope."
Lin Li merely blinked and raised an eyebrow.
"Funny. You think only you Sports Students have it rough? Have you ever considered the suffering of us academic students?" Bai Bufan's eyes reddened as he grabbed Wang Ze by the collar and replied mournfully:
"When I was very young, I was abused. I was soaked in liquid for several months. My family wouldn't give me food, and all I could do was curl up, unable to see anything.