Before we knew it, the school sports meet was here. The weather in October was neither too cold nor too hot, which was perfect for holding a sports meet.

Zhao Xiaoyue's class was at the very end of all the lines, while Situ Ming's class was at the very front of all the lines.

Law, finance, and sociology are basically the flagship disciplines of Yenching University, while archaeology is often compared to its tail.

Zhao Xiaoyue sat at the back of the class again, slumped in her seat like an old man.

When the teacher checked the last item, well, Mr. Zhao had just finished eating a chicken leg and was lounging around like Ge You.

"You signed up for the 10,000-meter race?"

The teacher's voice suddenly rang out above Zhao Xiaoyue's head, startling her so much that she immediately stood up straight.

You scared me to death!

The teacher's eyes widened. "Huh?"

"Ahem, um, does the homeroom teacher want some water? Oh! I signed up for the 10,000-meter race."

ah! !

Senior Ming! Senior Ming!!

In the center of the square, Situ Ming took the stage to speak, and a sharp, violent roar erupted from below the stage.

Zhao Xiaoyue stood on tiptoe and said, "These women must be crazy!"

"Hmph, Zhao Xiaoyue, let me tell you, I don't know if they're crazy or not, but if you ran 10,000 meters, you'd probably go crazy."

The homeroom teacher was initially incredulous, but after confirming it repeatedly and even going to the person in front of him to confirm, he finally gave up.

Strangely enough, Ms. Zhao has no friends, and her roommates don't get along with her. However, her homeroom teacher, Mr. Ban Qisheng, with his white beard, loves to chat with Ms. Zhao.

"Why would a young girl like you run 10,000 meters? You should just join a cheerleading group, do some aerobics, or run the 400 meters or something."

Zhao Xiaoyue shrugged, "Don't worry, teacher, just you wait and see!"

His tone, which sounded even more like a scoundrel than a regular person, really angered Ban Qisheng. He glared at Zhao Xiaoyue and left.

Wu Qingqing, a classmate, mocked, "Zhao Xiaoyue, you'd better hold on then, or you'll be utterly humiliated, hehehehe!"

"What the hell? Hah, pfft!"

Wu Qingqing stood up in anger, "You!"

"You, you, you, you can't even speak clearly, yet you try to talk back like that. Do you even understand what you're saying? Get out of here and stop hanging around in front of me!"

I hate people who love to mock others all the time. It's like they've taken too much poison and are hallucinating, always thinking they're superior to others.

bother!

After Zhao Xiaoyue finished speaking, she went for a stroll.

The people behind were left jumping up and down in anger.