So, Cheng Yi followed the nurse into the ambulance, while He Jing went to communicate with the teacher in charge of the sports meet.

She casually asked about the boys' competition, thinking that the homeroom teacher would go to Yan Hanxi, but the homeroom teacher said, "Yan Hanxi gave Zheng Cheng an emetic, and Zheng Cheng is already better and has taken on all the sports events."

He Jing: "..."

Where is the male lead who will appear at the crucial moment?

Why is it different from the plot?

Oh, right.

The entire Class 3 of Grade 11 collapsed, and there was no audience when the male protagonist was being incredibly awesome.

This is fucking...

Just then, Zheng Cheng walked over with a less-than-pleasant expression, told the teacher about the situation in Class 3 of the second year of high school, and changed all the boys' sports events to his own name.

Yan Hanxi followed him lazily over, and smiled slightly: "Sister is so charming, even in this state, Zheng Cheng still wants to prove himself to you."

He Jing frowned and coldly rebuked him: "Don't talk nonsense."

After Zheng Cheng finished writing the name, he turned around and said, "He Jing, I will work hard with you."

He Jing: "..."

Yan Hanxi smiled gently: "How are you feeling, sister?"

He Jing said expressionlessly, "Not very good."

Then, he strode away.

When He Jing's name was unsurprisingly mentioned over the loudspeaker, all the students who had survived the ordeal erupted in chaos...

Damn it!

Cheating.

Didn't we agree that each person could only register for three items?

"What's going on? Is the school beauty planning to use the sports meet as her personal showcase?"

"Is it even going to work?"

"I heard that someone from Class 3 of Grade 11 accidentally got food poisoning and was just taken to the hospital."

"There are a few in our class too."

"But sending He Jing to participate in all the projects is too despicable. How can we win like that?"

"Stay calm. There are so many projects; she can't possibly manage them all."

...

Now that you mention it, it does seem to make sense.

No matter how capable He Jing is, she can't be good at everything, right? Would she still be human?

For example, high jump...

"Women's high jump, He Jing, score 1.2 meters."

OK, it's all over now.

He Jing is indeed not good at everything.

"Second-round jump".

The best score from three high jump attempts is taken as the final score.

Qin Yiyi's previous results were invalidated, so He Jing has one more chance.

"Women's high jump, He Jing, score 1.6 meters."

Well……

That's pretty impressive.

"Triple jump, He Jing, score 1.8 meters."

"Wow!"

The crowd erupted in uproar, and all the students' faces froze.

Is this even going to work?!

Is her attribute "Dragon Gate Koi"?

"This is not fair! Ban He Jing."

They competed so hard, but they had no chance of winning against a formidable opponent like He Jing. Wasn't participating in the sports meet pointless?

The others agreed: "Find the teacher; He Jing can't play."

The teacher was in a difficult position after receiving the complaint: "Currently, there is only one girl in Class 3 of the second year of high school, He Jing..."

this……

The students had no choice but to abandon their idea and look again at the archery field where archery was being practiced...

He Jing held the bow and nocked the arrow with a standard posture, her eyes sharp yet calm. At that moment, her aura spread out like a tidal wave, and almost no one would doubt that she could not shoot accurately.

And indeed, that's exactly what happened—

"Women's archery, He Jing, 10.0 points."

Three arrows, all hitting the bullseye.

Next up was the badminton match.

"Women's badminton, He Jing, 3:0."

...

The students went from being amazed to being numb, and from being numb to constantly exclaiming "666" (a Chinese internet slang for "awesome").

"This is outrageous! Is she even human?"

"That's it, that's it, that's it? Okay, I give up, I'm completely impressed."

"Why didn't she become an athlete! Why! The country needs her!"

"What rich heiresses? I'll turn a blind eye. What top socialites? I'll ignore them. What tall, mature women? I'll remain unmoved. Even in death, I'll make a sound from my coffin: He Jing is awesome! I love He Jing!"

...

Without a doubt.

To be this cunning is utterly despicable.