Nagumo wore a gloomy look.
Class B, which had originally been listless and like dead ashes, suddenly felt like it was pulling itself together at this moment.
He badly wanted to grab Kiriyama by the collar and demand to know what on earth he had done in the class, and why their changes were so massive.
Yet Kiriyama seemed to be intentionally avoiding him lately. Aside from the Student Council's scheduled meetings, he could not find a single opportunity for the two of them to be alone.
Additionally, he felt that relying on Kiriyama alone made it impossible to achieve what they had today; the person truly hiding behind the scenes must definitely be someone else.
Damn it, you'd better hope I don't find you!
The second event was the hurdles.
Its rules were basically the same as the 100-Meter Dash, and it was similarly a multi-person race. However, compared to the 100-Meter Dash, the hurdles event placed higher demands on the competitors' physical fitness and coordination.
Beginners were extremely prone to injury.
Unlike the 100-Meter Dash, Sudo was competing last in this event.
Judging from Horikita's explanation, the idea was probably to trap students from other classes who were scheduled to appear later in the pressure of "potentially being matched against Sudo."
"Hey, you lot, if any of you dare finish at the bottom, I'll definitely treat you to a few slaps."
Sudo crossed his arms, his gaze fierce, locking his eyes tightly onto his classmates. Facing the terrifying oppressive aura he emitted, some of the students who were not good at sports couldn't help trembling with fear.
"Um, Sudo, everyone's already nervous..."
Facing Hirata's earnest persuasion, Sudo merely let out a cold snort, turned his head away with an impatient look on his face, and completely ignored