Indeed, after Wang Zikai announced the news of the school sports et, nobody expressed a desire to participate in the track and field events until the afternoon. Many people, however, registered for the table tennis competition. They even had to go through a selection process within the class to determine the participants.
"Brother Feng, Zhong Jialiang and Yang Ming are rely placeholders for the 100m and 200m sprints. I’ve reluctantly taken up the 400m event. But no one has registered for the grueling 800m, 1500m, and 3000m events. What should we do? Should we have the male students in the class draw lots, and whoever gets picked is in?" Wang Zikai appeared before Lin Feng, looking gloomy, and said.
"No way. Our Departnt of Managent is the largest departnt, and there are over fifty people in our class, of which almost thirty are guys. And yet, we can’t even round up ten people?" Lin Feng looked at the registration form in Wang Zikai’s hands. It had empty spaces for the long-distance running events, and his face darkened.
"Actually, our class, apart from a few physically weak hobodies, does have about ten sturdy guys..." Wang Zikai glanced at Lin Feng with an odd look on his face and continued, "There are quite a few people who signed up for the relay race and the basketball competition, but these middle and long-distance running events are hard and unrewarding. They aren’t fan favorites; girls don’t like to watch... so..."
"What a defeatist attitude... Are they implying that they run just so that girls can watch them? They aren’t gigolos, why do they want girls looking at them? Will they earn money from it or what..." Lin Feng shook his head. The lack of collective pride in today’s youth was really dismaying.
"Brother Feng, there’s actually another situation I need to tell you about..." Wang Zikai said to Lin Feng with a bitter smile.
"What situation?"
"This morning, when I announced the news of the school sports et, so boys were interested in participating in the long-distance events. But after the class monitor, Li Zhi, said sothing to them, each of them backed out, saying they didn’t have the stamina. I suspect Li Zhi said sothing discouraging to them," Wang Zikai whispered into Lin Feng’s ear.
"Li Zhi, him again? He’s deliberately opposing , isn’t he?!" Lin Feng was still seething about Li Zhi withholding crucial information from him in the student council eting the night before. Now, Li Zhi was up to his tricks again, and Lin Feng was not going to let this slide.
"That seems to be the case..." Wang Zikai nodded gravely. He wanted to point out to Lin Feng that the class representatives were now basically divided into two factions. One faction, led by class monitor, Li Zhi, consisted of a large number of class representatives who didn’t see eye to eye with Lin Feng. The other faction, led by Lin Feng, head of the Athletics Departnt, had fewer followers. At present, the only unwavering supporter of Lin Feng was the class representative Wang Zikai. They were outnumbered and faced many challenges...
Li Zhi had a crush on Ning Aoxue, and seeing Lin Feng and Ning Aoxue getting close was a thorn in his side. He would naturally try to make Lin Feng’s life difficult. During the school sports et registration, many spirited young people wanted to bring glory to the class by participating in the middle and long-distance races. Li Zhi, however, sought each of them out and persuaded them to give up the track and field events.
"Even if you guys won, it would just be helping Lin Feng take credit. What would you gain from it, apart from a fake dal? Not to ntion, if people who don’t usually run rashly participate in long-distance events, they could be in danger. Are you risking your lives for your enemy? Let’s all refrain from registering. If we don’t have enough participants, I’d like to see how Lin Feng, our esteed head of the Athletics Departnt, manages!" Li Zhi’s argunt was sound, and several would-be participants were either scared off or dissuaded...
Who would have thought there would be such narrow-minded people in such a small class? He was truly speechless.
Nonetheless, at least three of the six running events were covered by Wang Zikai, Zhong Jialiang, and Yang Ming, which was so consolation to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng patted Wang Zikai on the shoulder and said calmly, "We still have four or five days for preliminary registrations. Keep looking for those interested in the 800m, 1500m, and 3000m events. If no one else signs up, I’ll handle it. After all, a person can register for up to three events..."
"Brother Feng... you want to run in all three events??" Wang Zikai was lost for words. These middle and long-distance races would be held on different tracks in turns, each event separated by just ten minutes. If Lin Feng were to register for all three events, he would not only have to complete the entire course in a short ti but also travel back and forth between different tracks. It would certainly be an arduous task...
"There’s not much of a choice if no one else steps up. As the head of the Athletics Departnt, I can’t be seen as lacking the ability to mobilize others, can I!" Lin Feng said cheerfully. He genuinely wasn’t bothered by the thought of running three middle and long-distance events in a short span of ti. He laughed lightly and added, "But if I were to compete, the outco would be obvious. It’s not fun to bully kids. If soone else registers, I’ll give way. For now, leave the registration form blank!"
"Bullying kids, huh?" Wang Zikai knew Lin Feng was skilled, but hearing him boast like this irked him a little. "Boss, don’t forget that the School of Physical Education is filled with official athletes, second only to those at the Sports Academy! If you were to lose, it would be pretty embarrassing!"
"I won’t lose. Just do as I say anyway, and try to round up people as much as possible..." Lin Feng stated seriously, without false modesty.
"I’ll look around; it’d be best if people sign up. And if no one does... I’ll be waiting for you to bring back three first places!" Wang Zikai intentionally emphasized "three first places," making Lin Feng roll his eyes.
This brat! He just doesn’t trust !
Lin Feng was fuming; he almost kicked Wang Zikai in the backside...
"By the way, Kai Zi, is your chest still hurting?" Lin Feng suddenly asked, concerned about Wang Zikai’s injury, which he sustained when the Liuhe Club goons hit him with an iron rod.
"It still hurts! It’s still swollen too... Brother Feng, why are you suddenly asking about this?" Wang Zikai was touched.
"Oh..." Dragging out his response, Lin Feng calmly said, "I just wanted to say—you deserve it!"
Wang Zikai knew Lin Feng was in a bad mood. He opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing, but in the end, he said nothing.
「...」
After Wang Zikai left in disappointnt, Lin Feng didn’t imdiately go looking for trouble with class monitor Li Zhi... Knowing Li Zhi held a grudge against him was enough. As long as Li Zhi didn’t cross his bottom line, Lin Feng couldn’t be bothered to confront him over such childish tricks...
But not long after, the beautiful counselor, Xu Jing, suddenly sent for Lin Feng, summoning him to her office.
"Teacher, what do you need for?" When Lin Feng walked into the office, Xu Jing was the only person there. Her pointed face wore a gentle smile. Seeing Lin Feng, she warmly motioned for him to sit down.
"Lin Feng, the school sports et is coming up. I called you here to ask about the registration status of each event in our class... So concerned students have told that enthusiasm for registering for the gas seems to be quite low?"
Xu Jing nodded with a smile, her question seemingly casual.
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