Evening self-study. Thick, heavy clouds hung low in the sky, hiding the stars and moon.
Class 8's classroom was brightly lit and buzzing with noise.
"It's confirmed! November 2nd, next Sunday—the city's Half Marathon starts!"
"Holy crap, the prize money is insane!"
"Count it, count it!"
Hearing the commotion from the Four Great Connected Seats, Zhang Chi hurried over to watch and craned his neck to ask, "How much is it?"
"Six sixes!" Wang Longlong said.
"Six sixes..." Zhang Chi calculated rapidly in his head, then cried out, "Six hundred and sixty thousand?"
"The champion gets 660,000." Wang Longlong was impressed. "That's incredible! For ordinary marathons, forget a half marathon—even a Full Marathon's prize money is nowhere near this much!"
Even Peng City, with its thriving marathon scene, only offered around a hundred thousand in prize money.
At the mention of that amount, Zhang Chi's breathing grew uncontrollably heavy. Six hundred and sixty thousand—if he spent a thousand a day, he could live it up for nearly two years!
Zhang Chi looked at Shan Kaiquan. "Did you sign up?"
"I signed up ages ago and paid a hundred." If he had not paid in advance, after what happened with Lan Zichen, he would not even have been able to come up with a hundred yuan to register.
Seeing Zhang Chi's money-hungry look, Shan Kaiquan laughed. "There were only five thousand slots total. They were snatched up long ago."
Zhang Chi was instantly crushed.
It was not just the champion's 660,000 prize. Anyone who placed in the top hundred would receive a thousand yuan.
A thousand yuan was more than two months of his living expenses.
"Damn it, I should've signed up back then!" Zhang Chi cursed. He had been unwilling to spend the hundred yuan at the time.
Seeing him