Chapter 9: The Current State of Competition, Run for Me
The Olympiad class of Linnan No. 1 Middle School is very famous in Linhuai City.
Firstly, there is the great man Xu Jing to keep the place in check. There are many good horses, but there are few good horse trainers.
Secondly, over the past many years, this class has achieved fruitful results, and the honor it has brought to the school is obvious to all.
Every year, there are first prizes in the provincial competitions, not to mention the second and third prizes. There are also students shortlisted for the winter camp. It is said that two senior students in the previous session were admitted to the national training team and eventually stood on the IMO podium, winning glory for the country.
The photo is still hanging in the window.
After those two, Xu Jing never encountered such a good seedling again. Ling Xuan from Class 1 could barely be considered one, and was also the seed player with the greatest hope of entering the winter camp this year.
I pay a lot of attention to Xujing.
Now...
Looking at Jiang Fuyue's leaving back, he suddenly had a strong premonition that this girl would bring unexpected surprises to everyone in the near future!
"Old Xu! Hey—" the head teacher of Class 7 called him, "Everyone's gone, why are you still staring?"
"You don't understand." He grinned happily.
"She just lured a student into your Olympiad class. Why are you showing off? I seriously suspect she agreed to this just for the 500 yuan monthly subsidy from the school."
"Whatever it is, just agree to it."
Meng Zhijian finally looked him in the eye. Although Xu Jing seemed lukewarm, he was actually more arrogant than anyone else.
It’s not that he is impolite, but when people reach a certain level and realm, they will naturally stand at a high angle and look down on many people and things, and they will easily be unable to notice them.
But his attentiveness just now, even resorting to coaxing, was not like his usual style.
"Is that student really that outstanding?"
Xu Jing chuckled and picked up the test paper in front of him and threw it to him: "Read it yourself."
Two minutes later—
"Full score?"
"uh-huh."
"I'm afraid you've memorized the answers, haven't you?"
"I was called here at short notice. Can you recite it to me?"
"Hehe..." Duck doesn't need to.
Xu Jing picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said leisurely: "Finally, there is something to look forward to this year..."
“Be careful, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.”
"Go away, go away. If you can't eat the grapes, you say they are sour. You are just greedy!"
Meng Zhijian couldn't believe it: "Me? Envious? You must be joking!"
"How many IPhO students do you plan to send to the national training team this year?"
Meng Zhijian wilted in an instant.
IPhO, International Physics Olympiad.
Their school hasn't had a single student make it to the provincial finals in the past three years, let alone a national team?
"You can humiliate me all you want," Meng Zhijian curled his lips and sat back down. "I guess the class will be closed by this time next year. Without any good talent, it's pointless to keep them around. They won't make it to the next level. It's just right for me to have some peace and quiet..."
Having said that, there was a flash of regret in his eyes.
Originally Ling Xuan was talented, but unfortunately his energy was limited, so he could only choose between the Olympiad class and the Physics Competition class.
"By the way, who is that student? Why don't I have any impression of him? Logically speaking, such a talented student should have been famous in the grade long ago."
"Oh, Jiang Fuyue." Xu Jing said casually.
Meng Zhijian almost spit out the water he had just drunk: "Who?!"
Xu Jing repeated the same three words patiently.
Teacher Meng was puzzled. "Apart from the last-place student in the grade, is there anyone else named 'Jiang Fuyue' in our school?"
"Probably no more."
“!”
…
After the last class in the afternoon, the classroom quickly emptied.
"Sister Han," Ge Meng approached cautiously, "Are we still going?"
Jiang Han was torn between his conscience and his desires.
Sometimes it was Jiang Fuyue's dangerous eyes that were cold enough to freeze people to death, and sometimes it was the torment of facing the exercises and test papers.
After a while, she gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind: "Let's go!"
Ge Meng was pleasantly surprised, her face filled with admiration, even moved to tears—she knew Sister Han wouldn't back down, she would definitely lead them out of the clutches of that pervert Jiang Fuyue! Go for it!
But the next second——
Jiang Han: "The smell in the toilet is disgusting. Don't you have extra earplugs? Give me a pair so I can plug my nostrils."
Ge Meng: “?”
The other lackey followed silently.
When the three of them arrived, Jiang Fuyue was already standing in the same position as yesterday, leaning against the railing, looking relaxed.
"Did you bring your homework?" she asked.
Jiang Han nodded hesitantly: "I brought..."
As for Ge Meng and Liu Sisi behind him, they didn't dare to speak.
"Then let's get started."
"We've almost finished writing it during our break! Seriously!"
"Yes, yes, yes..." Ge Meng nodded hurriedly.
Liu Sisi also followed suit.
"Oh?" Jiang Fuyue raised her eyebrows.
Jiang Han quickly rummaged through his schoolbag, "If you don't believe me, I'll show you..."
"Need not."
"?"
"Now that we're done with our homework, let's do something else."
Jiang Fuyue curled her lips, and Jiang Han's heart sank.
…
Ten minutes later, the playground.
Jiang Fuyue stood at the starting point and raised her chin towards the front: "Five laps, then go home."
Jiang Han wanted to fall to the ground on the spot and pretend to be in a deep coma.
Five laps?! Isn't this going to kill her?
"Don't... Let's talk slowly, everything can be discussed."
Jiang Fuyue's expression remained unchanged. She just clenched her fists and rolled her toes. The seemingly casual movement made Jiang Han's scalp tighten.
Ge Meng immediately jumped away. She didn't want to be kicked again. "Han, Sister Han, how about we just run?"
Jiang Han gritted his teeth: "...Run!" But his heart was bleeding.
In the evening of midsummer, the wind is warm and the ground is shrouded in steaming heat. The entire playground is like a stew pot with a lid.
Jiang Han started panting after only two steps, and was sweating profusely before he had even completed half a lap.
After finishing the first lap, she looked like she had been fished out of the river.
Under the setting sun, the trembling fat seemed to be having a long-lost carnival. "No... I can't... I can't run anymore..."
Jiang Fuyue rubbed his wrist and stepped closer.
Jiang Han's pupils shrank. "I'll run! Is it not okay for me to run?"
By the third lap, Jiang Han felt like his legs were not his own.
In the last lap, Ge Meng and Liu Sisi supported her arms and walked to the finish line.
At that time, Jiang Fuyue had finished seven sets of math test papers and ten sets of physics test papers. He put away his schoolbag, stood up, turned around and left without saying anything.
"Wait... wait a minute..." Jiang Han panted, "Can I... do my homework tomorrow?"
She was about to cry. How could running be as good as homework?
Jiang Fuyue didn't even turn her head: "It depends on which subject you want to do." Physical education homework is also homework.
"...written! Handwritten!" Jiang Han shouted.
After the people walked away and could no longer be seen, Jiang Han rested there for more than ten minutes before he recovered.
"Sister Han..." Liu Sisi hesitated to speak.
"If you have to fart, just fart!" Jiang Han unscrewed the bottle of mineral water that Ge Meng handed to him and gulped down most of it.
"Why should we tolerate Jiang Fuyue? Why should we let her bully us? Who does she think she is?"
Jiang Han was stunned.
Yeah, why?
It’s not like she can’t win, well… well, even if she can’t win, can’t she ask for help?
Why are you so foolish as to let others bully you?
(End of this chapter)
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