Chapter 493: Chapter 333 Pour the Wine! (5400)
“Class leader, can I be your Princess?”
Yu Wen looked at the class leader with eyes brimming with enthusiasm.
Class leader Huang Zhongfei rushed to the front; he was the first runner in the competition.
If she beca the Princess, she could be held in the class leader’s arms.
Just thinking about that scene, yikes! Yu Wen felt as if her heart was about to take flight.
This had been her dream ever since school had started!
In her heart, Yu Wen scread, ‘I love Sports Day, I love it so much!’
Not only Yu Wen, but other girls in the class also crowded around the class leader, like concubines waiting to be chosen, all eagerly anticipating Huang Zhongfei’s selection—even Pang Jiao, Zhang Yifei, and Wang Yan Yan were incredibly excited.
This made it tough for Huang Zhongfei to make a choice.
On the other side was the lonely Guo Kunnan, with no one taking notice.
He looked dejected. Also, a participant in Class 8’s ‘Princess Relay Race,’ why didn’t any girls fancy him?
Cui Yu was sipping a Fanta, looking at the bustling scene with disdain:
“A bunch of vulgar won.”
Lu Qiqi was cracking sunflower seeds. Sothing about his words didn’t sit right with her, so she spoke up:
“What’s so vulgar about them?”
Cui Yu declared loudly, “Shouldn’t you be participating in Sports Day with the sole purpose of dedicating yourself to the class, like ? We should learn to unite instead of fulfilling our selfish desires.”
Lu Qiqi got the point, and Cui Yu’s grandiosity stunned her for a second. However, she was no lackey who followed others blindly. She didn’t agree with Cui Yu as a person, let alone be persuaded by him.
Lu Qiqi attacked personally: “Who’d want to be your Princess? You wish soone would!”
After saying that, she spat out a sunflower seed shell, maxing out the insult.
Cui Yu was infuriated by her. Truly vulgar, coarse woman!
Cui Yu’s voice bood, “If no one will be my Princess, then I myself will be the Princess!”
His words left the surrounding classmates dumbstruck.
Wang Longlong exclaid in shock, “Cui Yu, have you gone mad?”
Cui Yu stood up, his expression bizarre: “I’m going to contribute to the class!”
With that, he ran over to Huang Zhongfei and shouted,
“Class leader, pick , I’m lightweight!”
Yu Wen and the other girls in the class imdiately retorted, “Get lost, what’s it to you?”
Cui Yu had made up his mind a while ago. He had been irritated by Yu Wen and the others for a long ti. You want to be held by the class leader, don’t you?
Well then, today I shall lead by example and put an end to all of this!
Cui Yu defended himself righteously, “The rules of the relay race allow both n and won to participate. Why can you do it, and I can’t? Is that not discrimination?”
“And it’s even more convenient to carry a boy; there’s no need to be mindful of propriety, doesn’t that make it easier to win the championship?”
“Right, class leader?”
Amidst the glares of a group of girls that could kill, Cui Yu delivered a speech filled with righteous indignation.
Huang Zhongfei was still indecisive, but now that soone had stepped forward, he took the opportunity to make a choice.
Cui Yu happily beca the ‘Princess.’
Lu Qiqi continued to crack sunflower seeds. Yu Wen ca to her, banged on the table with force, making a “bang!” sound.
Wang Longlong kindly reminded, “You’re disturbing Brother Ma’s gaming!”
Yu Wen was furious. She gazed at Cui Yu, who stood next to the class leader, as if looking at a contemptible person!
“Cui Yu, you just wait!” Such a great opportunity, ruined by Cui Yu!
Lu Qiqi didn’t speak. She was afraid that if she said too much, Yu Wen would find out that it was her who had provoked Cui Yu’s actions.
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The Princess Relay Race took place on the track.
The total distance was 200 ters, with every 50 ters being one leg, so each class fielded four runners.
At the starting line, Huang Zhongfei and Cui Yu stood together, as they were the first runners and needed to seize the advantage in the first round.
Next to them were, at a glance, Class 1 with Wei Xiu Yuan leading Du Chuan.
Class 7 with Zhao Jinyang accompanied by a skinny boy.
Class 9 with Yan Tianpeng leading the way with Shi Qianjin.
Particularly eye-catching was Class 5’s Cao Kun with their classmate ng Zi Yun.
This was a rare male and female pairing.
After all, they were high school students. Although the event was called the Princess Relay Race, everyone was self-conscious and opted for the sa sex.
Not like later in work life, when playing gas with colleagues—then it would really be mixed genders.
Cao Kun looked around with a smug sense of satisfaction.
ng Zi Yun was beautiful, with her bangs styled to give her a docile girl look.
Participating alongside such a girl brought him prestige.
Among the many pairs of runners at the starting line, there were male and female combinations, but ng Zi Yun’s beauty far surpassed that of other girls.
Cao Kun felt thoroughly at ease; as a boy, he had already won at the starting line.
Class 7’s Zhao Jinyang glared at Cui Yu with hatred; it was this kid who had made him lose face in the class, causing his reputation to plumt and making him a laughingstock in Class 7.
Zhao Jinyang seethed with rage, wishing he could devour Cui Yu’s flesh!
Cui Yu ignored this foe completely.
Cui Yu turned his gaze towards the girls of Class 5, unabashed, wanting to see right through them.
ng Zi Yun felt uncomfortable under his gaze. She faced Cui Yu with an expressionless face, a hint of disgust in her eyes.
An average boy being looked at like that by a girl would have averted their eyes long ago.
But Cui Yu was unlike any other; his expression grew even more lecherous.
Class 5’s Cao Kun, irritated, turned to Cui Yu and snapped, “What are you looking at?”
Cui Yu then shifted his attention to Cao Kun, this lanky fellow, the type most popular with girls, with short hair and a very stiff texture.
If his good friend ng Gui had Cao Kun’s hair texture, he wouldn’t need to use hair gel every day.
Cui Yu clicked his tongue in wonder, “You guys have taste, a mixed pair.”
ng Zi Yun replied coldly, “What’s it to you?”
“Wow!” Cui Yu clapped, “Spicy, I like!”
“Are you crazy?” Cao Kun felt like hitting soone.
Class leader Huang Zhongfei quickly interceded, “Okay, Cui Yu, focus on the race.”
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