He Jing thought for a moment: "Sprints, relays, and jump rope, I guess."

Zheng Cheng was overjoyed and quickly took notes.

Once the first person took the plunge, the other girls bit their lips and bravely stepped forward, one after another signing up for sports they could barely tolerate.

So all the easier sports were booked up. One girl pointed to weightlifting on the sports list and asked, "Who's going to do that?"

All the girls in the class took a step back in unison, their faces showing horror.

No, they don't want to lift weights.

Zheng Cheng couldn't help but look troubled. Which girl would want to participate in weightlifting and hurdles—sports that were prone to accidents and considered unseemly? The school must be crazy to even include weightlifting. He looked at Cheng Yi, the only student who hadn't signed up for any events, and said, "Cheng Yi, what do you think…"

Cheng Yi raised her head in alarm, fear flashing in her beautiful eyes, and whispered, "I...I'm not very strong...Could you call for something else?"

However, all the other programs are almost fully booked.

Zheng Cheng still tried to persuade her: "Cheng Yi, no one will take weightlifting seriously. Just go through the motions and lift it casually."

Cheng Yi lowered her head, her voice even softer and weaker: "I can't do it."

As if afraid that people would dislike her, she quickly added, "I can do sprints, relays, and jump rope."

this……

How is that possible?

Sprinting, rope skipping, and relays are all popular events, and they're snapped up in the blink of an eye. If she wants to participate in these, she can only trade with someone else. Who would be so foolish as to trade with her?

Suddenly, a melodious, clear female voice rang out: "I'll switch with her."

Everyone turned to look, and there was He Jing.

Zheng Cheng was instantly moved to tears: "He Jing!"

He Jing's expression was indifferent.

As soon as the words "sprint," "rope skipping," and "relay" came out, she knew she was in trouble. According to the unwritten rule of novels, things that the female protagonist doesn't want to do will automatically fall into other people's hands.

Rather than being forced to accept it, she might as well take the initiative and win some respect and goodwill. After all, group honor is above all else, so she might as well consider it a sacrifice for the class.

Cheng Yi was also delighted, fearing that He Jing might change her mind, and quickly said, "Thank you, He Jing!"

He Jing ignored her and said to Zheng Cheng, "No need. Please cross out the three events I originally signed up for. I'll sign up for weightlifting, the 1000-meter run, and hurdles."

Zheng Cheng was ecstatic. He almost wanted to award He Jing a banner on the spot. Good heavens, what a beautiful and kind person she was!

Now, not only are people willing to participate in weightlifting, but the 1000-meter dash and hurdles are also secured.

After crossing out He Jing's name and filling it back in, he said with great enthusiasm, "He Jing, my family has a sports field. You can come to my house to practice after school. My nanny is a superb dessert maker."

He Jing was amused: "Okay, thank you."

Zheng Cheng found He Jing increasingly adorable, and his face secretly flushed as he shyly scratched his head.

The other girls also felt admiration for He Jing. If He Jing's good grades were just her own achievement, it would only make people jealous. But her willingness to stand up for the class at such a crucial moment made her a hero to the whole class.

In contrast, Cheng Yi...

Well, at least they got involved, so they stopped saying anything.

In short, it's immediately clear which of the two people is of higher or lower character.

Sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere in the classroom, Cheng Yi knew she had been scorned again, and her earlier joy vanished.

She felt quite bitter, her fists clenched at her sides. Why was she always like a clown, relegated to being He Jing's foil?

She is clearly the real heiress.

If anyone should be a foil, it should be He Jing who is her foil.

Thinking of this, she took a step forward and smiled casually, "He Jing, thank you for your contribution to the class. I'll treat you to milk tea after school. I hope you won't mind."