The short lunch break is just a drop in the bucket for most students who have exhausted their energy in the morning.
The voice on the radio rang again.
"The afternoon competition is about to begin! Competitor, who participated in the 'Object Borrowing Race' project, please quickly go to Check-in Area to gather! Repeat..."
Object Borrowing Race.
Competitor needs to draw a question in the middle of the track, then borrow the designated items from the auditorium or Campus, and then cross the finish line with the items after Referee confirms.
Kazehara Tetsu stands at the starting line of First Group.
"Everyone take your place... begin."
The key to Object Borrowing Race is "borrowing things". Before you get the question, running fast is just a waste of energy.
A row of long tables with yellow cardboard boxes appeared in front of them.
Kazehara Tetsu came to the table and reached into the box.
His fingertips touched a folded piece of hard paper.
He pulled out the note and scanned the paper.
"Hat."
"Hat..."
Although it seems to be a common item, in situations like Sports Festival, the difficulty level of this question is actually not low.
Looking around, most of the Mathematics students on Sports Field are wearing the Sports Uniform issued by the school.
In order to facilitate movement and heat dissipation, few people will deliberately wear hats to get in the way.
Even some girls mostly wear Sun Umbrella or hide in the shadow of Tent in order to protect themselves from the sun.
If you want to find the faculty and staff who come to see the excitement, not only is the distance long, but the communication cost is also high.
What's more, every second counts in the game.
Kazehara Tetsu's eyes scanned Red Team's Lounge Area like a radar.
At this moment, his sight was fixed on the corner of the Class A base camp.
There is a white Tent there, and in the most comfortable and cool place under the Tent, a girl is sitting.
She did not stand and cheer like other students, but sat quietly on the chair.
The most important thing is.
On top of her short silver hair, she wore a white Beret.
Now that the goal is clear, there is nothing to hesitate about.
He rushed straight to Lounge Area of Class A.
He passed through the somewhat astonished crowd and rushed directly to the quiet corner.
In the shadow under Tent, Sakayanagi Arisu was slightly lowering his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something, or simply closing his eyes to rest.
The moment Kazehara Tetsu rushed in front of her.
As if she sensed something, she slowly opened her lavender eyes.
No panic, no surprises.
She looked at the man who suddenly broke in quietly.
"Borrow it."
Kazehara Tetsu has no unnecessary explanation.
He stopped in front of Sakayanagi Arisu, not even giving her time to react or refuse.
Stretch out your hand.
The exquisite White Beret was just taken off the girl's head by him.
As the hat left, Sakayanagi Arisu's silver hair fell down and scattered around her ears.
I bought the hat, it has a soft and warm texture.
"..."
Sakayanagi Arisu raised his head slightly, his purple eyes looking at the figure of Kazehara Tetsu holding her hat and turning away.
She raised her hand and gently straightened her bangs, which were a little messy because her hat had been taken off.
There was no trace of offended anger on his face.
On the contrary, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.
"I see... is it a borrowed thing?"
She was not surprised that Kazehara Tetsu went straight to the point.
Since she rushed over at this time, the target was the only decoration on her body, and there was nothing else except that boring game.
"Thank you, you deserve credit for being first."
Kazehara Tetsu dropped these words without looking back, took the girl's hat, accelerated again, and rushed out of Class A's Lounge Area.
Watching his leaving figure, Sakayanagi Arisu put down his hand and leaned back on the chair again.
"What a... rude man."
She murmured in a low voice, but there was no blame in her tone.
Back on the track.
At this time, some of the other Competitors were still wandering around like headless flies, and some were asking passers-by to borrow things.
Kazehara Tetsu took the White Beret and rushed directly to the Referee Booth located in the middle of the track.
"Borrowing! Hat!"
He handed Beret in front of Referee.
Is this borrowed?
However, Referee didn't ask too much. The rule is to borrow items that match the description.
"Confirmed valid!"
After receiving the confirmed command, Kazehara Tetsu starts again.
The remaining few tens of meters were nothing more than a blink of an eye for him, who no longer had any obstacles.
There is no one in front of the finish line.
The other Competitor has not even passed the confirmation point of Referee.
There is no suspense.
Kazehara Tetsu slowly slowed down and stopped, still holding the Beret in his hand.
He walked off the track.
However, at that moment, a figure blocked his way.
Horikita Suzune.
She has obviously been waiting here for a long time.
"Kagihara..."
Kazehara Tetsu stopped and said, "Hey, are you so anxious to find me?"
"If you are anxious to get evidence that Ryuen framed you, didn't I say that? I will send it to your phone in a while. There is no need to come here to urge you at this time, right?"
"... It's not that."
Horikita Suzune shook her head, and she took a step forward, shortening the distance between the two.
"What I want to say now is not about evidence... I want to ask you for another thing."
"I want to exchange substitute Competitor."
Kazehara Tetsu did not answer immediately, he still maintained the half-smiling expression.
"Huh?"
After several seconds, Kazehara Tetsu made an unknown sound.
"Exchange substitute?"
He tilted his head as if he had heard some ridiculous joke.
"Horikita, I remember you just said in the corridor that you wanted to borrow 1.3 million, of which 300,000 was to pay for the replacement, right? I refused at the time."
"Now that you have come all the way here, do you think that if you beg me again, I will relent and agree to be the one who took advantage of you?"
"No, not taken advantage of!"
Horikita Suzune was anxious, "I really have no choice... if I don't make a substitution, I will have to forfeit the remaining games in the afternoon! In that case..."
"In that case, so what?"
"In that case, it will affect the grade of the class!"
"If I abstain, Class D's score will be lower! We are already at a disadvantage. If we lose these points that we had a chance to win, then we will..."
"... It's completely over."
"Na, Horikita."
"Did you break your leg during the game and your brain too?"
"What..." Horikita Suzune was stunned, and a flush of shame and anger suddenly appeared on his pale face.
"Let's take a good look."
Kazehara Tetsu raised his hand, not pointing at the huge electronic scoreboard, but pointing at the restless Sports Field.
"Look at the current situation."
"Although Red Team is currently slightly ahead, that is because Class A is supporting the facade. And what about you Class D?"
"Under That guy Ryuen's dirty tactics, Class D has long been defeated."
"Now Four Classes's Points ranking, I know it without even looking."
"You Class D are already the undisputed last place."
"This kind of gap cannot be made up by participating in one or two so-called 'projects'."
"For this meaningless 'struggle', you have to spend hundreds of thousands Personal Points to find a replacement?"
Horikita Suzune opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
Speechless.
Because what he said is true.
"Yeah..."
She lowered her head and looked at her dusty sneakers.
"I can't do anything anymore..."
"Does this mean you give up?"
Kazehara Tetsu's voice reached Horikita Suzune's ears.
"Because you can't make a comeback, you choose to escape? Do you choose to use the excuse of 'you will lose anyway' and hide with peace of mind?"
Horikita Suzune subconsciously retorted, "I didn't want to escape, but I..."
"You're just escaping."
Kazehara Tetsu interrupted her again.
He took a half-step back and looked back at Horikita Suzune's face.
"Speaking of which, if I remember correctly."
The corner of his mouth curled up in a playful manner, "The final 1,200-meter mixed relay race."
"You are the last one, right?"
Hearing the word "last stick", Horikita Suzune's body trembled violently.
"And that stick..." Kazehara Tetsu deliberately prolonged his tone.
"If distributed according to strength, Third Year Class A's last shot should be that man, right?"
That man.
Horikita Manabu.
"Don't you want to go and have a look? Horikita."
"Don't you want to go see your brother?"
"On that track, in that highly anticipated moment."
"Even if Class D has lost, even if Points is irreversible."
"But at that moment, you and him will be on the same track."
"If you shrink back now because of this pain..."
Kazehara Tetsu lowered his head and looked at the pair of black eyes that were trembling violently.
"Then you may never have a chance to even get a little closer to that person's back, even in this life."
It seemed like a flash of Lightning flashed in Horikita Suzune's mind.
"I..."
Horikita Suzune raised his head.
"I understand..."
Her voice no longer trembled, but became surprisingly calm, terrifyingly calm.
"No need for a substitute."
"I don't need your Points anymore."