Today the sun is shining brightly, the weather is getting better, and with a gentle breeze, it's the perfect day to hold the sports meet.

Under the red flag, the students looked straight ahead with serious expressions as the principal gave a speech, saying that friendship comes first and competition second.

Chu Fang scoffed: "Hypocritical! Everyone says it's a competition for second place, but who's actually aiming for second place?"

Zhong Tingyue finally couldn't resist Zhong Rou's request and came to visit her younger sister on a weekday. Of course, she also took Chu Fang along to get some fresh air and a change of scenery.

On the green field, Zhong Tingyue pushed Chu Fang slowly, and there were many parents around who came to watch their children compete.

"Hey, Lao Zhong, did you participate in the sports meet?" Chu Fang looked up at that pretty face. In the sunlight, her rosy cheeks were especially noticeable, full of collagen, making her look like a child. Before the other person could answer, he asked himself:

"Back in the day, I was a top athlete, a star student, the center of attention at sports meets, and I amassed countless honors. I broke numerous school records and left a lasting legacy at the school..."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips: "So you twisted your ankle while climbing a mountain?"

"..." Chu Fang was silent for a moment, then his mouth sputtered like a machine gun: "I sprained my ankle by accident, that doesn't prove I'm weak. To put it bluntly, from my angle back then, even a world-class athlete would have sprained their ankle. Are you still harping on this? If it weren't for you, would I have sprained my ankle? Don't you have any shame?..."

Zhong Tingyue's basic attack instantly triggered Chu Fang's ultimate move.

As soon as the principal called "Start," the students dispersed. A moment later, Zhong Rou and Wen Qing walked over, wearing loose-fitting blue and white school uniforms. Their hair was tied up high and swayed with their steps, exuding a youthful and lively aura.

“Sister, brother-in-law!” Zhong Rou shouted loudly.

Wenqing then greeted him softly.

Chu Fang asked, "What project did you apply for?"

"100-meter sprint, 3,000-meter race, and shot put." My sister-in-law counted on her fingers, "If the school didn't stipulate that one person can only sign up for three events, I would really like to try them all."

She carefully selected these three events: the 100-meter dash represents explosive power, the 3,000-meter dash represents endurance, and the shot put represents solid strength.

Zhong Rou was annoyed. Three events were too few. She wanted to try every event, to show off on every track. If possible, she really wanted to compete with those boys and let them know one thing:

Women are just as capable as men!

"Keep it up!" Chu Fang encouraged his sister-in-law.

As the group was chatting, three men walked up in a row. The two on either side were clearly underlings, while the man in the middle was of average appearance, with his hands in his pockets and an arrogant expression on his face.

“Zhong Rou… …”

The arrogant man opened his mouth to speak, but was immediately interrupted by his sister-in-law: "Call me father."

"..." The arrogance on the arrogant man's face disappeared, and he seriously corrected him: "You are a woman, and women can only be mothers."

“That won’t do.” Zhong Rou retorted, “Lu Qixing, if you lose the bet with me, you have to call me dad.”

One of the henchmen stepped forward and said, "Zhong Rou, don't go too far."

Another younger brother chimed in, "It's just... ..."

"Hmm?" Zhong Rou snorted softly, and with a glance, her two underlings instantly held their breath and shrank back.

Their minds automatically recalled their tragic experiences.

Once, the class held an arm-wrestling competition. Lu Qixing became the first among the boys. Just as he was feeling smug, Zhong Rou appeared and won with a light touch, becoming the "father" of all the boys in the class.

Next, all the boys in the class realized how formidable Zhong Rou was.

Zhong Rou played basketball with a group of boys. Although she was short, she dared to go toe-to-toe with the boys and successfully knocked them down. She dribbled past them and made the boys lose face.

In the eyes of many boys, girls are always beautiful, gentle, and obedient. However, Zhong Rou breaks the stereotypes of boys. In the field of physical strength, she usually has the upper hand.

Especially since the class has Taekwondo, he used his "Zhong-style Eight Fists" to make the boys scream, and when he got arrogant, he even dared to challenge the teacher during class.

From then on, Zhong Rou became a nightmare for all the boys in the class, and a 'god' in the eyes of the girls.

All the boys shouted in unison:

What girl is like her?!

"You bunch of useless trash, do you even have any goals for this sports meet? What if... ..."

Just as Zhong Rou was about to make a sarcastic remark, Zhong Tingyue spoke softly beside her: "Zhong Rou, be polite to your classmates."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Rou pouted and remained silent.

Lu Qixing looked at Zhong Tingyue, his eyebrows raised high, his mouth slightly open, showing indescribable surprise.

What a beautiful girl...

Today, Zhong Tingyue wore a black long dress with a brown coat over it, which made her look tall and slender. Her long, black, shiny hair was draped over her shoulders and fluttered in the wind, creating a layered and refreshing look. She exuded a woman's gentleness.

"Hey, wake up! Never seen a beautiful woman before? This is my sister." Seeing Lu Qixing looking a bit dazed, Zhong Rou kicked him. Then, hearing that the women's 100-meter race was about to start, she dragged Lu Qixing away and said to Zhong Tingyue and the other woman, "Sister, brother-in-law, you have to cheer me on."

After the group left, Chu Fang tilted his head back and said with a smile, "Ms. Zhong, you're quite charming. Even high school students like you."

Zhong Tingyue raised an eyebrow: "That's right."

The 100-meter dash is the most intense and exciting track and field event, with many spectators surrounding the track.

At this moment, at the starting line of the 100-meter track, many women are shouting loudly:

"Go Zhong Rou!"

"Zhong Laoda, you are the best, the pride of our whole class."

"You are as radiant as the sun and as dazzling as the moon."

“... ..."

Hearing those cheers, Chu Fang couldn't help but laugh. In less than half a year since entering school, he had become the soul of the class. How many people could do that?

There were quite a few boys in the cheering squad.

All Chu Fang could say was: Awesome!

While stretching her legs to warm up, Zhong Rou said to her competitor next to her, "Look at my popularity."

"You're so annoying."

Lu Qixing and his two younger brothers gathered around the track. The two younger brothers said that if Zhong Rou didn't get first place, she would lose face big time. They had to take advantage of this to humiliate her. Lu Qixing, however, was distracted and secretly looked at Zhong Tingyue, his face flushed.

What a beautiful older sister...

I never imagined she was Zhong Rou's older sister; appearances can be deceiving.

How could such a gentle and beautiful older sister have such a domineering and unreasonable younger sister...?

As the referee's starting gun fired, everyone felt a gust of wind pass by, and then they saw Zhong Rou standing at the finish line. The physical education teacher checked the time and announced that Zhong Rou had passed the preliminary round and had broken the school's women's 100-meter record, becoming the first person to break the record in this sports meet.

Immediately, everyone swarmed her onto the stage to receive the record-breaking reward. After stepping off the stage, Zhong Rou stood with her hands on her hips, exuding arrogance, and walked to Chu Fang's side: "Sister, brother-in-law, how was it? I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Zhong Tingyue said, "Compared to before, your progress hasn't been as significant."

"Sigh!" Zhong Rou sighed. "There's nothing I can do; Mother isn't in Shanghai."

Chu Fang asked, "What does this have to do with your mother?"

Zhong Tingyue calmly replied, "My mother isn't in Shanghai, so no one was chasing after her, and she couldn't run that fast."

Oh dear...

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Chu Fang couldn't help but feel less envious of Zhong Rou's success.