Chapter 229: Chapter 152: I Want to Be the First to Rush to You
Shen Yuan watched the class formations marching one by one toward the main platform and took a deep breath.
Beside him, Ah Jie gave him a thumbs-up.
Soon, to the drumbeat of the "Athletes’ March," Class 15’s formation started toward the main platform.
Since it wasn’t time for their stunt yet, they kept things low-key.
Yang Yimeng, the academic representative walking at the very front, turned to look at the boys in her class and shook her head helplessly.
’Whatever,’ she thought. ’This has always been Class 15’s style.’
"And now, approaching the platform is the third-year Class 15!"
As soon as the announcer finished the introduction, Class 15’s entire formation suddenly convulsed into motion.
The five boys in the front row suddenly and uniformly raised folding poster boards above their heads.
A soul-crushing question formed from the white poster boards appeared in the air: "Have You Memorized It?"
On the far right, Shen Yuan, stone-faced, held up a huge poster board with a question mark, looking for all the world like an unlucky mascot holding a giant lollipop.
The two rows of students on the left and right flanks unfurled several-meter-long posters with a SWISH!
The left poster was densely packed with handwritten formulas for trigonometric functions and ellipse equations, while the right was covered in excerpts from the *Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion* and high-frequency English vocabulary, all written in colorful highlighters.
"Odd changes, even stays the same!"
Yao Junhao, the sports representative, suddenly let out a roar, and the formation instantly shifted into a wave.
The students not holding posters all pulled out copies of *Wu San* and started waving them around.
A few drama kings in the back even started taking out their English vocabulary notebooks and reading from them aloud.
"Abandon!"
The corners of the school leaders’ mouths on the main platform twitched, but the other classes erupted in laughter and applause.
A wave of cheers echoed across the grounds of Jiyang Middle School.
Old Zhou watched his class’s baffling performance, then turned to the head teacher of Class 14 beside him with a wry smile.
The Class 14 head teacher just smiled, but inwardly, he was relentlessly roasting Old Zhou.
’Like hell they could’ve pulled off a stunt like this without you, their teacher, giving them the nod!’
This year, however, the third-year Class 15’s thunder was stolen by the first-years.
Those little shits from the first year had charged onto the track carrying stretchers. Every "patient" on a stretcher had a textbook hanging over them, mimicking the act of having knowledge infused into them.
At the very front of their procession, someone was holding a banner.
—DEATHLY ILL, I JOLT AWAKE—PROP ME UP, I HAVE TO STUDY!
What was even funnier was that as they ran onto the track, one of the stretchers fell apart, and the "patient" on it tumbled to the ground.
But you had to hand it to those little shits, they knew how to play it up. The kid yelled:
"I can still study!"
And just like that, they completely stole Class 15’s thunder.
Ah Jie was so annoyed he was grinding his teeth.
"Damn it, why?! Our idea was so good!"
Shen Yuan rolled his eyes at Ah Jie. "It’s fine. Even though their idea was better, ours is way better at pissing people off."
Ah Jie nodded in complete agreement. Clasping his hands behind his back, he sighed dramatically, "Ah well, we’ll let them have it this year. The new generation always surpasses the old, after all!"
Once all the classes were in position, it was time for the school leadership’s appearance.
The microphone on the main platform let out a piercing squeal as the principal adjusted his glasses and began to read his prepared speech.
Fortunately, the weather wasn’t too hot today, so standing below the stage was bearable.
"Our school has always been committed to the comprehensive development of our students in morality, intelligence, physical fitness, arts, and labor..."
The principal’s speech was like a long, drawn-out lullaby, echoing across the field.
Shen Yuan stood on the field, listening with utter boredom, his mind having already drifted miles away.
Soon, however, his gaze was captured by a figure.
It was Li Zhi. She was sitting in the stands not far away, chatting with He Zhiyu.
The sunlight spilled over her, outlining her beautiful, youthful silhouette.
However, Li Zhi seemed completely unaware of Shen Yuan’s gaze, her attention fully absorbed in her conversation with He Zhiyu.
Of course, even if she had noticed, Li Zhi probably wouldn’t have been able to see him clearly.
They were still a bit too far apart.
Besides, the people around Shen Yuan were standing crookedly, and he was still holding a giant whiteboard that nearly obscured him from view.
"Yuan, hold it up!" a classmate shouted.
"Yeah, yeah, front row! Hold up the boards, block the sun for the girls!" another classmate chimed in.
"OK!" Shen Yuan raised his whiteboard.
Soon, the five "Have You Memorized It?" whiteboards were raised again, providing a patch of shade for Class 15.
Up front, the academic representative Yang Yimeng, who was also holding a sign, heard the commotion behind her and turned around with a dark expression.
However...
Then again.
The principal might be a bit nearsighted, but he wasn’t blind.
Having several huge boards standing in the middle of the formation—and being raised again, no less—was more or less a jab at him as he was reading his speech.
’Have *you* memorized it? You’re just reading from a script. So unprofessional!’
But something this trivial wasn’t enough to make the principal lose his composure, so nothing came of it.
At the end of his speech, the principal pushed his glasses back up his nose and recited the final line with a dramatic cadence: "May all students display the vigor of youth and champion the spirit of sportsmanship on the field!"
The microphone on the main platform emitted a sharp burst of static as his voice trailed off, and the crowd below instantly erupted in thunderous applause.
As the principal declared the official start of the sports meet, the athletic field instantly transformed into a boiling sea of excitement.
At the sports meet, the sports representative was primarily responsible for organizing the various events, with the class president and other class officers providing support.
Shen Yuan’s 3000-meter race was the next day, so his only task at the moment was to find Li Bao.
Shen Yuan tiptoed around to the back of the stands. His eyes scanned the bustling crowd for a moment before finally locking onto a figure sitting by the aisle.
Li Zhi was looking down, scrolling through her phone. Strands of her hair, gilded a golden-brown by the sunlight filtering through the stands, swayed gently. The corner of her school uniform, draped over her knees, fluttered in the breeze.
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