Why Are You Anxious About My Class Transfer? The True Young Lady's Counterattack Becomes Everyone's Favorite

In her previous life, Jiang Wuyang was a loyal sycophant to her senior and junior schoolmates, constantly worrying and caring for them.

Did the junior have a stomach problem? Then she would b...

Chapter 72: Twenty-one Foot Race

The 20-person 21-foot race officially began only after all grades of junior and senior high schools had entered the venue and the leaders had finished their speeches.

Twenty-one-foot competition for twenty people is quite difficult. There are twenty classes in each grade, and only three or five classes are selected for this project.

As for the opponents of each class, they are decided by drawing lots by the class monitor.

Coincidentally, they bumped into Class A of the Liberal Arts Department again.

The two classes are like old enemies and dislike each other.

Jiang Wuyang was just about to go on stage when he felt a gaze falling on him.

Looking over intuitively, Wen Mubai's indifferent face came into view. His facial features were still the same as before, but there were some dark circles under his eyes, making him look very tired.

Jiang Wuyang didn't understand why Wen Mubai was looking at him, so he turned his head as if nothing had happened and didn't look at him.

Wen Mubai didn't know either, but looking at Jiang Wuyang's bright and cold face, his eyes subconsciously fell on her.

She shouldn't be like this. She should be timid and cowardly, hiding herself away. In short, he could use all the bad adjectives in the world to describe her...

After going on the court, it is a competition between several teams.

At Lin Yuan's strong request, Ruan Anan had changed back into her school uniform, but the makeup on her face still looked a bit out of place.

Before she went on stage, Duan Jinyan gently stroked her cheek, wiping off the thick blush a little, making it much lighter.

"come on."

Ruan Anan smiled and nodded, looking up at the sky and replied innocently: "Yes, thank you, Brother Jin Yan!"

Sang Wan walked past them and was filled with fighting spirit when he heard this!

What's the point of saying "come on" or not? Class A, the science class in grade 12, is the awesome one!!!

The game was about to begin, and everyone had already tied bandages around their ankles and was ready.

The contestants waiting for the next round of competition unconsciously looked at Jiang Wuyang and Mu Ziye.

Who made these two handsome men and beautiful women be put together?

The liberal arts class is actually not very interesting.

But Ruan Anan didn't know. Ruan Anan was still thinking that since the competition would officially start today, there would definitely be a lot of people watching.

As soon as the referee blew the whistle and gave the order to start the game, Ruan Anan moved forward with all her might.

In the past, I always looked half-dead during training, but now I am working very hard.

However, this also caused problems with the rhythm of the two classmates standing next to her, one boy and one girl.

We haven't practiced much to begin with, and now the rhythm has suddenly changed. It would be strange if I don't fall.

The people around exclaimed in surprise when they saw this. Ruan Anan got everyone's attention as she wished, but in a somewhat embarrassing way.

"Is An An okay?" Jiang Yiran looked a little worried.

"Didn't you lead them before? How come this is the result of the training?" Duan Jinyan saw Ruan Anan fall, and was afraid that something might happen to her, so he spoke without thinking.

"I only brought it once. I'm not a god."

"Okay, stop arguing and wait until An An comes down and see."

Everyone's attention was focused on Ruan Anan, completely ignoring Jiang Wuyang standing beside them.

It’s not that they didn’t want to look, but that class was marching in an orderly manner, and they never thought that it was the science class that Jiang Wuyang was in.

In their impression, Jiang Wuyang would not participate in group activities, and even if he did, his performance would probably be average.

Xi Wencheng stood aside, watching his classmates moving forward smoothly with a smile, and then saw Ruan Anan who was exerting too much force.

I couldn't help but walk over to Lin Yuan and cleared my throat: "Ahem, this classmate in your class is really hardworking."

Lin Yuan knew who he was talking about at a glance, and her face looked a little unhappy. She heard the sarcasm in Xi Wencheng's voice, but she could only smile and pretend not to hear it.

“It’s a good thing for children to work hard.”

"This is when I have to quote a famous quote. Pretending to work hard will only impress yourself."

Lin Yuan's face didn't look very good. It was a school sports meet and there were many incidents.

They were given two weeks to practice, and they've only gotten so far. And what's going on with Ruan Anan?!

It's fine if the clothes aren't right, but who are you trying so hard to show off to?!

On the contrary, Xi Wencheng was overjoyed. This happiness reached its peak when he saw his class was the first to cross the finish line.

"Stand up and do it again!"

The sports committee member of their class couldn't go on the field, and he was so anxious standing by that he could only shout loudly.

They all stood up with surprised expressions, aligned themselves, and set off again, but they would trip after every two steps.

Until the other classes in the same group crossed the finish line and they fell again.

The atmosphere in Liberal Arts Class A became stagnant.

Everyone was holding back their anger and unwilling to move. Since the cooperation was so poor, they might as well just give up. If they were to lose, they would lose completely!

So later, even after hearing Zhang Fan's words, they did not take any further action.

I don’t know who was the first to untie the straps on his feet, and then there were two.

Just like that, a class of people dispersed without even finishing a single game.

The physical education teacher stood by, his eyes darkening. These past few days were wasted.

Since everyone has given up the competition, there will naturally be no results.

After Jiang Wuyang left the scene, Meng Yanche came forward to greet him.

I had a few bottles of water in my hands.

"Are you tired? Do you want some water?"

Jiang Wuyang took it, tilted his head back and drank a sip of water. His fair neck was even brighter under the sun.

On the podium, a girl excitedly discussed with the people around her.

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