Chapter 38 The Winter Games have officially begun!

"Yes!" they shouted in unison.

Seeing everyone's enthusiastic reaction, Wen Jiu pursed her lips and said, "Alright then."

Zhou Yanchuan looked at the girl on the podium, then at the words on the blackboard, and twitched his lips. He felt sorry for her.

As soon as Wen Jiu stepped down from the podium, the girl next to her pulled her aside and asked, "Classmate, are we really going to shout that slogan tomorrow?"

"Um."

"How embarrassing."

Wen Jiu also felt a bit that way, but this was the most popular choice.

While she was lost in thought, the person next to her suddenly said, "Then you'll have to lead the reading, won't you?"

She blinked.

Seeing her reaction, Lin Meng knew she had forgotten about it, and chuckled, teasing her on purpose: "What should we do? This is so embarrassing."

"Actually, it's alright."

"Really?" Lin Meng asked with a smile.

Okay.

Wen Jiu lay down on the table.

"It is a little embarrassing."

*

The traces of last night's rain haven't completely disappeared yet; the warm yellow lights shine down, making the bluestone pavement glisten.

Zhou Yanchuan watched the person walking towards the telephone pole and reached out to lift the schoolbag off her shoulder.

Wen Jiu was caught off guard by being lifted up and looked up at him.

The boy casually put one hand in his pocket, while using the other to lift her backpack above shoulder height. He gestured with his eyes towards the telephone pole she had almost bumped into: "What are you thinking about?"

"Sports Meet".

He let go of her hand. "And then?"

“Then,” Wen Jiu asked tentatively, “would you like another chance to increase the quantification?”

"You've got me hooked, haven't you?"

"So, would you like to add it?"

A very small sound.

Zhou Yanchuan looked down into those dark eyes and smiled.

Then he heard himself say, "Yes."

*

On the day of the sports meet, the warm sunshine filled every corner of the playground, and when you looked up into the distance, you could see specks of golden light.

The students gathered on the playground early in the morning, and even the boys who usually didn't like wearing school uniforms were now obediently wearing their blue and white jackets.

The school uniform of No. 1 Middle School is actually famous for being good-looking in Qingyang. It has a classic blue and white color scheme, but it is not bright blue, but a low-key navy blue.

The design is simple and elegant, loose but not baggy, with a clean cut. There's a school badge on the chest, but no other decorations.

The giant speakers on the stage emitted a tuning sound, followed by a piercing electrical hum, and then a youthful melody began to play.

Zhou Yanchuan and his group appeared at this moment.

The sunlight fell, softening his features, and his hair shimmered with tiny rays of light, exuding a youthful aura.

The girls around were instantly drawn to it.

Ever since he broke up with Qiao Qingxue, whenever he appeared, the girls would unconsciously reveal those sparkling eyes again. Even knowing he was a bad guy, they would still blush when he passed by.

At their age, when they are expected to follow the rules, teenagers are flamboyant and unrestrained. Even when they are bad, they are open and honest, which makes it hard for people to look away.

Wen Jiu watched the people walking towards them from the line. Just as they were about to reach them, a girl ran out from the side of the line.

She didn't know the girl, but she was very pretty. She looked up and asked Zhou Yanchuan: "Have you participated in any competitions? I want to go cheer him on later."

The boys in their class were making a fuss, saying that they were siding with outsiders.

The girl had a slight blush on her face, but her eyes were still full of anticipation.

Zhou Yanchuan's face was expressionless, his demeanor nonchalant and aloof: "There are no matches."

Lin Meng realized that Zhou Yanchuan, despite his seemingly carefree and romantic nature, was actually the most ruthless person. She couldn't understand how Xiao Jiu could have fallen for such a difficult person.

*

"Squad leader, are you ready?" Chen Yu asked as soon as he came over.

Wen Jiu asked in confusion, "Prepare what?"

"Lead the slogan."

She paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

The boys couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's well-behaved appearance.

It's really unfair to make such a cute girl shout such a slogan. But to be honest, they're quite looking forward to it.

Just then, Su Shun, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "Do you want me to help you get it?"

"Um?"

The group all turned to look at him, their eyes revealing: "Something's not right with you, kid."

A hint of surprise flashed in Wen Jiu's eyes, and she softly refused, "No need, someone else already wants to read it."

"Huh? Not you?"

She shook her head.

They thought it was her, but who else could it be but her? She actually agreed to lead the reading of such a "shining" slogan.

"Class monitor, who else could it be but you?" Su Shun couldn't help but ask.

“Yes,” Wen Jiu said, looking at the figure in the middle.

Several people followed her gaze and their pupils dilated in shock when they saw who it was.

"No way!"

With a few loud bangs, colored smoke shot straight into the sky, and the host's high-pitched, impassioned voice blared from the speakers—

"The Winter Games are now officially open!"

The moment the words were spoken, enthusiastic music began to play. A group of people standing on the lawn couldn't help but scream. The rousing opening remarks slowly began to play from the speakers.

"Next up is the first-year high school group, led by Class 1 of the first-year high school..."

"Class 1 of Grade 1, galloping across the plains, sweeping across the field, and bravely winning the championship!"

...

Loud slogans rang out over the playground, accompanied by the host's commentary from the loudspeakers.

"Like eagles spreading their wings, they are forging ahead with unwavering determination and relentless struggle. Keep striving, young people! Let's compose the most magnificent chapter of our youth!"

...

The twenty classes in the first year of high school were all incredibly positive and motivated, but the atmosphere changed drastically in the second year, with everything becoming more lively and fun. Banners, loudspeakers, mascot costumes.

They shouted, "Youth is like fire, surpass yourself!"

While broadcasting through a loudspeaker, the message read, "Don't choose to fight with second-year high school students for the cafeteria food during the age when you should be working hardest."

And then there are those who say, "Friendship first, competition second."

The banner in their hands read: "Let me tell you with this banner, Class 5 of Grade 11 will blow you away."

...

The group of teachers standing below couldn't help but laugh: "These kids."

"Ms. Guan," the homeroom teacher of Class 7 turned to her as they approached Class 9, "what's your class motto?"

Old Guan waved his hand: "I don't know yet. A bunch of people are always sneaking around. To keep it a secret, they don't even practice."

Upon hearing this, a teacher immediately chimed in, "Then it would be a big surprise if we couldn't get them all together."

"What big surprises could they possibly have up their sleeves?" Old Guan said, but to be honest, he was still somewhat hopeful.

As the teachers were talking, the announcement came from the speakers: "Next up walking towards us is Class 9 of Grade 11..."