Hanyun High School holds two sports meets every year.
Generally speaking, the spring sports meet is around May, and the autumn sports meet is around October.
However, the date is not fixed; for example, this year the school sports meet was scheduled for November 14th.
After Old Zhao informed Ling Yi of the news, Ling Yi finally remembered the school sports meet.
To be honest, Ling Yi didn't have a deep impression of the sports meet at Hanyun High School.
Ling Yi spent most of his high school sports meets in internet cafes.
I wasn't involved at all.
"You're the class monitor and the sports committee member, so you'll handle this. I only have one request: every event must have someone participating."
In the office, Old Zhao gave Ling Yi a registration form.
"Alright, but I can only say I'll try my best!" Ling Yi nodded. This Old Zhao is getting lazier and lazier these days.
This should have been Old Zhao's job in the first place. He should at least have given the students some encouragement and made some promises, right?
"It's not just a matter of trying, it's a must. I'm telling you, for any project that's short-staffed, you're on your side."
Why should I?
"Just because you're the sports committee member and the class monitor!"
"Don't you know how I got these positions as class monitor and sports representative? Old Zhao, have you gotten too cocky lately?"
"That's the principal's rule: for all projects, no class can be absent; the emphasis is on participation."
"It's all about participation, right? Okay!"
For Ling Yi, as long as things aren't blown out of proportion, this matter is very simple.
After Ling Yi left, Zhao Wen took out another registration form from the drawer.
He pulled out a pen, making checkmarks on the paper while muttering, "This kid's so good at fighting, he can't be bad at sports."
"100 meters, 200 meters, report it; long jump, high jump, report it; 3000-meter long-distance race, report it too; javelin, shot put, report it..."
At that moment, unaware that he had been betrayed by Zhao Wen, he had just returned to the classroom.
Seeing a group of students studying with their heads down, Ling Yi went straight to the podium.
He clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.
" Old Zhao just gave the notice that the 9th Autumn Sports Meet of Hanyun High School will be held on November Android 14 and Android 15."
"Wow, that means we can play for two days!" someone exclaimed excitedly.
"What do you mean two days? It's three days! The school sports meet will be over right on the weekend!"
"Wow, that's amazing!"
The crowd immediately became lively.
"Quiet down!" Ling Yi tapped the blackboard.
The classroom fell silent again.
"I have two things to say next. First, there are eight events in this school sports meet, and participation is voluntary. Second, everyone who registers will have their event concluded on Sunday after the sports meet..."
Ling Yi paused for a moment and then said, " Old Zhao is treating us to a day trip to Four Longshan, including a top-notch picnic, barbecue, and a hot spring in Sishui Township —all in one package."
The classroom was quiet for a moment, then everyone cheered.
The noise was so loud it almost blew the roof off.
"Class monitor, does everyone who signs up participate?"
"Right!"
"Can't register or participate?"
"Right!"
"Squad leader, I'm volunteering!"
"I'm signing up too!"
"Those who want to sign up, come here and get a registration form," Ling Yi called out.
Everyone rushed to the stage and each received a registration form.
Ling Yi thought to himself, "See, isn't that all there?"
There were no restrictions on the number of participants in the school sports meet at that time, so it was fine for the whole class to sign up for just one event.
Ten minutes later, Ling Yi ran to the office and shoved the registration form directly into Zhao Wen's hand.
"You got it done so quickly?" Zhao Wen asked with a smile.
I looked through it and was surprised to find that all 60 students in the class had registered... wait, where's Ling Yi's registration card?
"As the class monitor, aren't you going to set a good example?" Zhao Wen asked.
"What kind of leader am I? If I lead the charge, wouldn't that be bullying people?" Ling Yi retorted.
"That makes sense. Alright, that's all for now!" Zhao Wen waved her hand and said.
After Ling Yi left, Zhao Wen said speechlessly, "Makes sense my foot! Where's your student spirit? Too mature, that's not good. Youth needs to be more vibrant!"
Old Zhao mixed Ling Yi's registration card among the other students' registration cards and then sent it to the physical education teacher.
A few days passed quickly.
At 8:00 AM on the Android 14, the 24 classes from the three grade levels (grades 10, 11, and 12) marched into the stadium in orderly formation.
Ling Yi and his classmates from Class 3 of the first year of high school were the third to enter.
The familiar sports music, the "March," resounded throughout the entire campus.
And the pleasant female voice was coming through the school's Loudspeaker.
"Dear teachers and students, good morning! The northern winds are growing colder, and the wild geese are calling in the autumn air. It's this time of year when the autumn sky is clear and the air is crisp..."
"With joyful hearts and vigorous strides, accompanied by the beautiful melody of the Athletes' March, all the teachers and students of our school welcome the Ninth Sports Meet of our school..."
Walking ahead of his class, holding the flag, Ling Yi felt a little curious. Wasn't that Yin Qingyan's voice?
How did this girl become a TV host?
No wonder this girl was muttering something to herself while eating last night.
They even acted all mysterious.
What's so mysterious about that? They were just used as tools, weren't they?
At this point, Ling Yi got a little angry. Come to think of it, he had also been tricked by Old Zhao!
He still remembers the grinning face Old Zhao had when he handed him the name tag.
"You're Boss Ling now, Hero Ling! How dare you slack off? If I were you, I wouldn't be able to bear the shame."
Ling Yi knew that Old Zhao was using a provocation tactic.
Very good, the provocation worked. Old Zhao was right, he couldn't afford to lose face.
All the classes walked around the field, and then lined up according to their assigned positions.
After that came the flag-raising ceremony, singing, the principal's speech... and by the time the whole process was over, it was already 9:30.
The competition has officially begun.
In the morning, the races are 100 meters and 200 meters, conducted in the order of Grade 11, Grade 12, and Grade 12.
The preliminary rounds will determine the top eight in each grade group, followed by the final rounds to determine the first, second, and third place winners.
Because there were too many participants, and the venue had a total of eight tracks, with girls running first and then boys, the participating students had to take turns.
But then something rather funny happened.
Because there were so many people signing up in Ling Yi's class, with twenty-five people signing up for the sprint alone.
This resulted in at least three rounds being basically matches between students from Class 3 of Grade 11 and their own classmates.
Even Lin Yuya signed up for the 100-meter race.
As a result, this girl came in second to last, but judging from her cheerful demeanor, she clearly didn't care too much about the race result.
They themselves knew that they were just there for the fun of it all; participation was the real point.
The real competition depends on those students with excellent physical abilities.
The 100-meter race proceeded quickly; in less than forty minutes, it was Ling Yi's turn.
Ling Yi is in the fifth round, lane 1.
"Wow, the Final Master?" a familiar voice rang out.
Ling Yi turned around and saw that it was Jin Qiang.
The others also looked at Ling Yi with excitement.
" Boss Ling!"
" Hero Ling!"
The others also greeted Ling Yi.
Ling Yi now enjoys a very high reputation among all the students, not only because he is good at fighting, but more importantly, because his previous warnings to those who should run away from home have already reached the school.
Ling Yi had Li Lei spread the word that he, Ling Yi, would protect Hanyun High School from now on.
From that time on, no one in society, whether they were loafers or idlers, dared to approach the school again.
Not only the students, but all the teachers also had a very good impression of Ling Yi.
Ling Yi can be said to have single-handedly made everyone at Hanyun High School feel incredibly safe.
Now when they go out, they're not afraid of running into trouble anymore. If they encounter any problems, they can just say, "We're under Boss Ling's protection," and it'll definitely work.
" Jin Qiang, why are you calling the Final Master Boss Ling '?"
"Hehe, I Kung Fu Hustle from Boss Ling, of course I have to call the Final Master!" Jin Qiang said proudly.
"Really?"
" Boss Ling, are you still taking on apprentices? I want to become your disciple too!"
"Me too!"
"Shut the hell up! Do you think the Final Master accepts just anyone?"
At that moment, the starting pistol instructor coughed and said, "We're having a competition, what's all the noise about?"
Everyone suddenly remembered that they had come to participate in the 100-meter race.
They immediately and obediently returned to their respective tracks.
" Ling Yi, run at full speed! Don't hold back, or I won't approve a single day of your vacation for the next three years!" At this moment, Zhao Wen walked over unnoticed and shouted at Ling Yi.
Are you threatening me with this? See if I'm scared or not?
If I run at full speed, I'll scare you to death.
Ling Yi himself has no idea just how strong his physical abilities are now.
To be honest, he's never Keep Running at full speed before.
Why don't you give it a try?
Well, let's see how it goes!
"On your marks, get set..."
"Smack!"
With a gunshot, Ling Yi darted out.
Once the afterimage flashes by, they're already ten meters away.
Jin Qiang and the others were dumbfounded, Old Zhao was dumbfounded, and the surrounding classmates were dumbfounded.
Ling Yi stood there, scratching his head, somewhat dumbfounded.
To be honest, he hasn't even exerted his full strength yet!
Damn, how do you explain this now?
"Wow, Graceful Steps upon the Waves?" At that moment, someone shouted.
" The Final Master, I want to learn this!"