Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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The Spring Sports Meet was a biennial event held by the district.
It took place in the city’s large stadium, and all high schools in the district could participate, scheduled before the May Day holiday.
Upon hearing that the sports meet was coming again, Yan Han, now a male student and no longer needing to consider the Olympic spirit, perked up.
It hadn’t been held the year he first came to this world, and now, in the second semester of his junior year, he unexpectedly found himself in the middle of it.
Participating in sports activities would not only be enjoyable but would also boost his “physical” score, thus adding skill points to his [Martial Arts Mastery] ability— it seemed like a win-win situation.
However, just as Yan Han was eager to sign up for his events, he suddenly discovered there was no way to do so— the class monitor, who had returned from the meeting, had only announced the date of the sports meet and what preparations the students needed to make, but there was no information about recruiting athletes. The lack of open recruitment was understandable, as it was a district-wide event, and those participating would undoubtedly be carefully selected students from the school, as they were expected to bring glory to the school.
Although Luze High School never used its athletic prowess as a selling point, its history of cultivating and even paying for athletes showed that the school valued sports.
Well-rounded development had always been Luze High School’s pursuit.
However, the number of athletes was far from sufficient to support all events in the sports meet, so theoretically, some ordinary students should be selected to participate.
Yan Han had participated in large-scale sports meets before and knew the ins and outs.
But when he asked where to register, it immediately caused laughter from his classmates; no one gave him a clear answer throughout the entire class meeting.
At this moment, a large group of people had gathered in the square downstairs to rehearse the group exercises— the school had selected two entire classes of first-year students for the performance, and had also selected several teams from the first-year students, who were also practicing intensively.
This showed the school’s emphasis on the sports meet.
But before this, Yan Han had absolutely no idea about selecting athletes.
Not understanding what the others were laughing at, Yan Han, recalling the process of selecting athletes at his old, run-down school, asked, “Shouldn’t each class advertise first, and then see who wants to sign up?”
“Normally, they would ask each class,” said the outgoing, talkative classmate sitting in front of him. He then turned to Yan Han and said, “But our class… let’s just forget about it.”
The classmate shook his head as he spoke, seemingly unable to believe or imagine the image of Class 9 representing the school in sports competitions.
“Why didn’t they ask our class?” Yan Han asked him.
“Because our class… is Class 9.” The classmate looked at Yan Han in shock, seemingly at a loss for words.
After Yan Han and Lin Jianlu transferred to Class 9, his daily life remained the same, studying and livestreaming from dawn till dusk.
Although he no longer needed to keep his distance from others after the secret was over, the older brother still appeared cold most of the time due to his busy studies, preoccupied with his own affairs and not easily participating in any discussions, making him seem unapproachable.
In addition, the other students were all very diligent in their studies, and the relationships between classmates weren’t very close. So, even after a month of being assigned to different classes, everyone was still only vaguely familiar with each other.
Those who had been in Class 9 for years were used to this dynamic; many had sat in the same classroom for a whole semester without exchanging more than a few words with each other, and they had long since developed this aloof personality.
But Yan Han possessed an irresistible charm that drew people in. Even the aloof classmates were curious about him and wanted to get closer. This particular classmate was one such example.
He sat at the desk in front of Yan Han and would occasionally turn around to borrow something or ask a question. Over time, his relationship with Yan Han’s deskmate became much closer than with the others.
Now, seeing the other classmate’s matter-of-fact expression when mentioning Class 9, Yan Han actually wanted to ask what was going on with Class 9.
But he already vaguely knew the answer and felt there was no point in continuing, so he simply kept quiet.
But the classmate’s astonishment clearly didn’t stop there.
Seeing Yan Han’s expression, he asked in even greater shock, “You don’t really want to sign up for the event, do you?”
Yan Han remained silent, his expression subtle and profound, saying it all.
Whether surprised that he didn’t understand the meaning of “Class 9,” or shocked that the other person actually wanted to sign up for the sports meet, the classmate gasped again, “But… no one from Class 9 has ever participated in this kind of… sports competition…”
“Oh,” Yan Han shrugged indifferently.
Inside the class, the others, hearing that he was still inquiring about sports registration, couldn’t help but look at his table.
“Our class doesn’t actually need to sign up for any events, right?” Someone in the crowd said this first, in a tone that, though ostensibly a question, was actually quite confident and certain.
Perhaps it was Yan Han’s indifferent yet persistent demeanor that spurred the others on; now that someone else had spoken, other students joined in the chatter.
“Once you sign up for a sport, you’ll have to go to training camp every day. Give me a break, Yan Han, aren’t you going to study?”
The words themselves weren’t inherently wrong, but the tone and expression of the student speaking made it seem like anyone wanting to sign up for a sports event was a fool.
Of course, there were gentler suggestions: “Yeah, the sports meet isn’t our forte. We can just sit there and make up the numbers.”
But many more expressed their resistance to the upcoming sports meet:
“If you ask me, why bother with a sports meet? We’ll just have to sit there for a day and a half! Just thinking about it is annoying!”
“Agreed! The worst part is we can’t take leave. They expect results and force us to participate in this ridiculous sports meet— it’s like forcing us!”
“Yeah, why does our class have to participate in the sports meet? They might as well give us a day off, hehe.”
The others chattered on, the topic gradually veering towards complaints about the sports meet and the school’s arrangements.
Yan Han remained silent, his expression cold and unchanging, making no attempt to hide his disagreement with their opinions.
Yan Han remained silent, leaving those who had spoken to him in a lecturing tone speechless.
The students of Class 9 possessed their own pride, much like the students of Class 10 harbored a burning desire to squeeze into Class 9. This cruel system, along with the attitudes of others towards Class 9, led the students of Class 9 to often consider themselves superior.
Now, out of nowhere, someone appeared who disagreed with their views, looking at them as if they were idiots… The atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
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