As the saying goes, people on the bridge are looking at the scenery, and people looking at the scenery are looking at you. At the same time, in the equally bustling Grade 3-A class audience seats. Horikita Manabu, who was paying close attention to the battle situation before the game started, no longer cast his gaze towards the green field, but looked towards the direction of Class C of the first year, which was just across the playground from where he was. The girl's dazed face was reflected in her red pupils, which were the same as her sister Horikita Suzune's. [Yes, that's right, Lingyin, you have to understand that if you want to be strong, you don't have to be aloof, and it's not that strong people are destined to be aloof. But only when you are strong enough, enough to take charge of everything, and no one can compare with you or even just barely keep up with you, then you are qualified to choose to be aloof. ] In the audience seats of Class 1-B, Arisu Sakayanagi glanced at Masumi Kamuro, who was standing next to her and had a rare stunned expression, and said something intentionally or unintentionally. "Well, there's nothing to be surprised about. I've told you before, this is how he should behave. When he starts to shine, no matter how strong the others are, they are just foils." In the middle of the playground, feeling that it was cool enough, Wu Yi put his short-sleeved shirt back on and walked step by step towards the white side's base camp. According to the arrangement, the referee will probably announce the start of the second round of the pole-reversing competition soon. With this in mind, when Wu Yi returned to the vicinity of the white side's pole, he saw that everyone in Class BC, who had been solely responsible for "ensuring that the pole wasn't blown down by the wind" for the entire round, all stepped back half a step in unison, their eyes looking as if they had seen a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus Rex. "Why are you looking at me? I won't throw you all over the place." Wu Yi raised his eyebrows.
"No, no, no, it was just a simple stumble by accident." Sudo quickly shook his head to save face and explained, but his stiff expression could not deceive others at all. The main reason is that it is too exaggerated. He fought one against forty and not only was he unharmed, but he also threw the opponents around like dolls. Do you think you are playing a Mowing Warriors game? "Okay~" Wu Yi did not expose him, but just turned around and glanced at Hong Fang. "Okay, let's get ready. The second round should be starting soon." "Uh, will the second round be the same as before?" Sudo suddenly felt that his vocabulary was a little poor. Wu Yi shook her head: "No, I've had enough fun. I'll make quick work of the second round... Huh?" He suddenly stopped talking in the middle of his words, and saw in the distance Kanzaki from Class A and Ryuen from Class D seemed to be discussing something with the referee. Wait, could it be that these bastards are just starting to lose and are asking the referee to send them off the field? That's true. Although the rules state that appropriate physical conflict is allowed, it also allows hugging, bumping, and even throwing people aside. But this is just like children playing with sandbags. There is nothing wrong with playing normally, but if someone is born with extraordinary abilities and can throw the sandbags with the power of an old-fashioned cannon, then even something that is considered a normal object in the hands of an ordinary person will become a prohibited item in his hands. It’s just... didn’t everyone have a lot of fun playing together before? There’s no need to make such a big deal about it, right? Just as Wu Yi was preparing to wait and see with an expression of "What the hell are you guys trying to do" on his face, another broadcast came from the referee's side. "First-year class A and class D chose to forfeit! The first-year group of the pole-turning competition is won by the White Group!" "……yeah?" He actually gave up directly. ……
"Wu Yi, you were so handsome on the court just now!" As soon as Wu Yi returned to the audience seats, Kushida Kikyo jumped up to him, gave him a big bear hug, and then held his arm and shook him, not caring at all that they were in a public place and that Karuizawa Megumi was right next to them. After all, the reason why Shinohara Satsuki and others gave face to Karuizawa Megumi was based on the fact that the latter was the core of the small group, but she, Kushida Kikyo, was not in the same group as those people, so naturally there was no need for her to pay attention to Karuizawa Megumi. What's more, to be honest, she was the first one to establish an intimate relationship with Wu Yi. For example, Karuizawa Kei said that she was the real girlfriend, but in the end it was just a fake relationship. Can a fake relationship still be considered a relationship? Definitely not. Of course, this is just what Kikyo Kushida thinks. When Karuizawa Kei saw the two of them sticking close to each other, she couldn't sit still anymore. "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? What's the point of hugging someone else's boyfriend? If you want to hug someone, go find one yourself." She rushed forward and hugged Wu Yi's other arm tightly, and at the same time, like a jealous cat, she reached out to pull at Kikyo Kushida, trying to separate them. However, the bad woman, Kikyo Kushida, would never give her a chance. She just turned slightly to a different angle and dodged the attack from the stinky little sister, while not forgetting to retort in her innocent and lovely voice. "Really? But I clearly remember that Karuizawa-san and Wu Yi were just pretending to be in a relationship. Logically, this kind of fake relationship should only be superficial. And since Wu Yi-san and I are in love with each other now, you should be the one to quietly withdraw, right?" "Fake relationship... that was in the past. Now it's a real relationship. Is that not okay?" Karuizawa Megumi pouted and argued. In the past, the two of them would never have said such things openly. No, not even in private. The pressure of the Shura Field mixed with the smell of dog food spread among the audience seats of Class C. Singles retreated wherever it went, just like chocolate to cats and dogs. However, Wu Yi, who was in the center of the Shura Field, just wanted to quickly go into the tent and turn on the fan. After all, it was only early October and the weather was not cool at all. After such intense exercise and the scorching sun shining directly on his head, he was already sweating profusely. As a result, it is now sandwiched between the two sides like a human hamburger. It’s so hot… I have to work really hard… Let’s be honest, if we want to put it up, let’s wait until we get back to the dormitory, okay? When the time comes, just stick it hard. "Okay, come in and sit down. It's so hot..." Sighing and shaking his head, Wu Yi pulled one girl in each hand and led the two girls into the tent amid the envious and jealous gazes of the other students in Class C. Volume 161: Chapter 2 Nanyun, you are courting death (k) After the pole-turning competition for the first-grade boys ended, the second- and third-grade boys' competition followed, and then the first to third-grade girls' horse-riding competition. The competition went on round by round, and the confrontation was quite intense and exciting. But after Wu Yi's amazing 1V40 operation, any subsequent games, no matter how exciting, seemed tasteless.
Even though the student council secretary Tachibana Su, who was serving as the commentator, tried his best to liven up the atmosphere, it had little effect. The competition was carried out round by round, and except for the one and a half hour lunch break, the rest of the time the competition was carried out almost non-stop. However, surprisingly, even after the sports festival was halfway through, the gap between the red and white camps had not widened, and they were in a fierce competition from beginning to end, with the two teams evenly matched. It was almost three in the afternoon, and the last round of mixed men's and women's three-legged race on the field outside finally came to an end. Wu Yi, who had been fishing in the tent for a long time, finally saw Yukinoshita Haruno, who had sweat on his forehead and looked a little tired, walk in from outside, took a bottle of water from the box next to him, opened it and started drinking. "It looks like the battle is getting very intense." Wu Yi shook the empty bottle in his hand. "Well, that's right." Yukinoshita Haruno nodded with difficulty. She could be said to have tried her best to use all the methods that could increase the chances of winning in her class. However, the same thing applies. In such a grand competition, the power of an individual... no, even the power of the class as a unit is still too insignificant to influence the entire battle situation. The score of the White Group barely held up, but the difference was only a hair's breadth. The thrilling situation doubled the psychological pressure. "If we can win first place in the last 1,200-meter relay, maybe there will be a chance of turning things around." Having said this, she subconsciously turned her gaze to someone sitting on the chair. Wu Yi shrugged, "Don't look at me. I'm just the last runner. There are still five runners ahead of me. If I run the whole course alone, I can guarantee that I'll take first place. But if the first five runners are two hundred meters behind the first place runner, then unless I learn the Flying Thunder God on the spot, I won't be able to win no matter how awesome I am." "...Same." That is indeed the case. Yukinoshita Haruno sighed lightly and continued to look up and replenish water silently. Just then, the referee's announcement was heard from outside. "The 1,200-meter relay is about to begin. Participants in this event are requested to assemble at the designated location as soon as possible." "Well, I should leave then." Giving Yukinoshita Haruno a look that said "I'm going", Wu Yi staggered to his feet from the folding chair and walked out of the tent. Perhaps considering that the event involved many athletes and that the venues were spread across various sections of the playground, and that this was also the last event of the day, the school gave the athletes enough time to prepare. When Wu Yi arrived at his starting line, the other runners were already in position, leaving only one empty track for him. Wu Yi walked up calmly. On his left was Horikita Manabu, and on his right was Nan Yun Miyabi. It is worth mentioning that Kiriyama was also there, but he was on a runway further to the right. Horikita Manabu glanced at Nan Yunya casually, and finally landed on Wu Yi. The two sides looked at each other and Wu Yi waved in greeting. "Hey, what a coincidence, they are all here." "Ah." Horikita Manabu nodded slightly, and it was unclear whether he was expressing affirmation or something else.
"Yes, everyone is here now." Nan Yunya even greeted back with a smile. As for Kiriyama, he continued to show no reaction. Only after all the contestants were in place did Tachibana's voice sound again on the radio. "Next we will hold the final event of this sports festival, the 1,200-meter relay. All the runners are in place, and our four student council presidents and vice presidents have also come to the same starting line. So, will this race be the continuation of a myth, or the dividing line between the old and new eras? Let us wait and see!" As soon as the words were spoken, the radio immediately switched to inspiring music. Wu Yi, who was standing at the starting line of the last leg, curled her lips. People always like to attach deeper meanings to various things. It was as if on the surface he was just participating in the 1,200-meter final of a sports festival held in a high school, but because he was the vice-president of the student council, and on both sides of him were not only Horikita Manabu, the outgoing president, but also Nagumo, the scheduled next student council president, and Kiriyama, the perennial vice-president with no hope of succession. To others, such a scene was nothing short of a transition between old and new power. History is always like this, the old king abdicates and the new king comes on board. Horikita Manabu is the old king who is about to abdicate, and Nanyun is the new king who is about to board the plane. Everyone plays a different role on this occasion, and Wu Yi and Tong Shan are no exception. Everyone is curious about how this game will end. About half a minute later, accompanied by the sound of a starting gun, the first runner started the race at the starting line. The cheers from the audience were deafening, and the twelve contestants rushed out like wild horses. "Sudo! Come on! Sudo! Come on!" As the first runner in Class C of the first year, Sudo was ahead of the others the moment he started, and easily broke through the siege. In comparison, although the second and third grades are also very strong, they still cannot reach that level. In the end, Sudo opened up a gap of 15 meters between himself and the others within 200 meters of the first leg and successfully handed the baton to Hirata, who was in charge of the second leg. "Go! Hirata!!!" In fact, not only the spectators from each class, but even the contestants standing at other starting lines were watching the progress of the event nervously. It was just that they didn't cheer along in order to save energy and avoid disturbing their breathing, but their eyes were always following their classmates who were running towards them, cheering them on with their eyes. However, the only slightly different style is at the starting line of the sixth runner. Wu Yi moved his hands and feet freely on the spot, while Horikita Manabu glanced sideways at Nan Yun Masa on the other side. "Are you really going to make a change? Change this school?" "Ok?" Nan Yunya was slightly stunned, not expecting that the other party would actually talk to her during such a tense game, and then chuckled. "Well, after all, the student council meetings so far have been so boring."
"Boring?" Horikita Manabu glanced at him sideways. "Is not it?" Nanyun Masa asked back. "They are too stubborn in following traditions. They talk about being strict, but in reality they keep giving various kinds of relief to low-income students... And there are rules that make it hard for students to drop out. I think that kind of thing is no longer necessary." "So, I will rewrite the rules and create the ultimate school where strength is everything." ￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥ My graphics card burned out!
