Sports Field.
Everyone from Class 4 was jogging along the outermost track, while one particular person was running even farther outside, alone in an area where there was not even a track beneath his feet.
"Sometimes I really feel bad for the right hand. By common convention, everyone runs clockwise, so whether you're on the inner lane or outer lane, compared to the left hand, the right hand is always on the outside. Over one four-hundred-meter lap, it always has to run a few more meters than the left hand. Over a lifetime, that adds up to tens of thousands of meters. It's truly infuriating.
"And most guys are right-handed. They use their right hands to show off, and they're exhausted every night too.
"The right hand is so pitiful.
"Little ol' mouse me is pitiful too."
Mr. Bai Bufan, who had isolated himself from the entirety of Class 4 and wished to remain unnamed, said resentfully.
Tsk.
Bai Bufan's ability to empathize was still far too strong.
The last time they had seen such powerful empathy was in a TV drama, when the Kuomintang had been completely infiltrated.
"Heh."
Lin Li responded with the same cold laugh as You Jun.
"Damn it, power really is something that coexists with corruption..."
Amid Bai Bufan's complaints, everyone reached the equipment corner.
You Jun, who had taken a shortcut, was already there.
Soon, Wang Ze and Xie Wenjing arrived carrying several exercise mats for sit-ups.
To save time, You Jun actually had Xie Wenjing begin testing the girls directly and record their scores, while he took charge of the boys' pull-ups.
So unfair. Why did he trust Xie Wenjing to both take the test and act as examiner supervising the girls, yet refuse to let Wang Ze supervise the boys?
Wang Ze