Four Realms Academy (End)
# Four Realms Academy·End
The night before the official holiday, Li Jianye came to the girls' dormitory.
Jimo Shu was doing a test paper with the desk lamp on. Next to her was a chemistry paper marked with red pen. When she saw the head teacher come in, she stopped writing and stood up.
"Just keep going." Li Jianye pulled a cell phone from his pocket and placed it on her desk. "Your parents gave it to me on Tuesday morning."
Jimo Shu looked at the familiar phone, stunned for a moment, and said, "...I know."
Before she could even say thank you, Li Jianye smiled and said, "Don't play too late," then closed the door and left. Jimo Shu looked at her elegant back, still a little skeptical. Even though it was her parents' request, would they just give it to her so easily? Wasn't the head teacher afraid she'd play all night?
Until she realized that Li Jianye didn't give her a charger: "..."
Sure enough, old ginger is still spicy.
The cell phone was fully charged, with white clouds and blue sky as the background. Jimo Shu looked hesitantly at the physics test paper she had just finished halfway, and finally put the cell phone in the drawer. After finishing and revising the test paper, she washed, packed up, turned off the lights and went to bed. The whole process was done without any haste or hesitation, which was enough to demonstrate her iron willpower.
The time is 11:30 pm.
Jimo Shu logged into Penguin and was hit by a screen full of group messages.
[Big Ear Pilot]: @All members, through my arduous struggle, I've successfully secured sponsorship from Xiaoliu Coffee Shop! The sports meet is a cakewalk! Where's the applause?
[Practicing the piano is so tiring, I feel like crying]: Awesome! ! Pa pa pa pa pa! !
【%6*Sister never bows her head@#*】: Great!!!
Jimo Shu thought to herself that Feng Ye and Shu Jiuwei were the only ones who paid any attention to her... But why had Shu Jiuwei changed his nickname again? No, she'd make a note.
[Get lost, I won't lend you money]: It was obviously Shu who went with you to pester the boss again. Being able to pester someone to the point of being unbearable is quite impressive.
[How did you know I have a puppy?]: @%6*Sister occasionally lowers her head@#*
[Shu Jiuwei]: Hate it! Don’t change people’s online names casually! ! !
It was clearly text, but Shu Jiuwei's scream seemed to come through the screen.
Jimo Shu read through all the hundreds of group messages like she was reviewing a memorial, then exited contentedly, not intending to speak again. Besides the group message, Yun Xian also sent her a private message. Judging by the time it was sent, it must have been sent as soon as she got home, but she hadn't seen it until now.
What a chatterbox, he posted at least ten detailed messages, basically telling Jimo Shu some things to pay attention to.
The day after returning from National Day is the sports meet. Athletes, in principle, will not participate in the class formations; they will gather on the sidelines for warm-up. Bring your own sportswear and sensible shoes; there won't be anywhere to change. Also, remember to bring a jacket, as the temperature can fluctuate significantly between morning and evening, so don't catch a cold.
[Big Ear Pilot]: Our class's base camp is here, the area I circled in red. We'll come back to rest after finishing our projects. The hurdles are on the morning of the third day, and the full-class relay is in the afternoon. The detailed schedule is in the class group chat. Can I add you?
Jimo Shu never replied to the message she sent at six in the afternoon, and she didn't act on her own.
Yunshu: Yes.
【Big Ear Pilot】: Here I come——
Jimo Shu was pulled into a large group of more than 40 people, named "Senior 3 (4) Class". Qi Zhiye had uploaded the schedule and seating chart in the group album not long ago. A group of people replied in unison, "Received", "Thank you for your hard work", and "Let's work hard together". The group files were filled with electronic files of homework and test papers and school notices.
So serious, so official.
As expected, the group leader was the class teacher.
The message popped up again. Yun Xian pulled her into the second group. There were a few fewer members in the group. The name was "Betting on Jianye's Dignity (Preparing for the Sports Meeting Version)". As soon as she entered, there was another round of welcome messages below. Jimo Shu clicked on the group album.
The latest update in the group album contains a roll of photos of several classmates and their teaching assistant, taken with a Polaroid camera.
Apparently, during the rehearsal for the formation, Assistant Teacher Su put on the clothes Yun Xian had prepared, and someone had secretly brought a camera in to take some photos. But no matter how Jimo Shu looked at him, she felt that the people around him kept changing, but his expression remained the same. He looked like a handsome human standee...
There is a photo of Yun Xian and him. He looks embarrassed and makes an apple shape towards the camera.
The note below is "比心宿". There are also "谧默宿", "西服宿", "捏脸宿", and someone commented below:
"Do I have abs I can exchange for? The photo of me wearing a white T-shirt during military training in the rain was taken and colored by myself from the official website. It's very clear!"
Jimo Shu: “…………”
This isn't about heart... and what do you high school students do when you're not studying?!
After she finished reviewing all the group messages, Yun Xian sent her another message, wanting her to play "Draw Me, Guess What" game.
Jimo Shu didn't want to play such a childish game. Her biological clock was eleven o'clock, and she should have gone to bed long ago.
[Yun Shu]: I'm going to sleep.
[Big Ear Pilot]: [Pointing fingers] [Feeling wronged] [Crying]
[Yun Shu]: Let’s play again tomorrow morning.
【Big Ear Pilot】: Good night!!!
-
During the three-day holiday, Jimo Shu spent all her time playing games with Yun Xian and the others, except for doing papers and resting.
In addition to Draw and Guess and Werewolf, there is also an app that allows you to watch movies and TV series together. During the process, Jimo Shu's eardrums were indeed severely damaged. She didn't even dare to wear headphones... She didn't have any headphones.
According to this usage, the full battery was used up in half a day, but on the afternoon of the first day, Mei Yanliu and Niu Baiye came to the school and brought her daily necessities, sportswear, and several boxes of milk snacks.
Jimo Shu said, "I don't need it."
"If you can't finish it, you can share it with your friends." Niu Baiye said, "If you need anything, just call us."
Jimo Shu reluctantly hummed a yes and said, "I want a charger."
Mei Yanliu gave her both the power bank and the charger, and said, "Do you still want the phone? Give one to your homeroom teacher, and keep the other for yourself."
Jimo Shu: "..."
Are there any parents like you two?
Niu Baiye packed up and left wearing the V-neck that was almost as deep as her belly button. Jimo Shu called the two of them over and after a while, she bit her lip and said awkwardly, "Thank you."
Mei Yanliu's face suddenly turned into a smile.
The holiday flew by in a flash. The night before, Yun Xian, as class monitor, had gone on a grocery shopping spree, buying a ton of stuff. The next day, all the students gathered on the playground. No. 1 Middle School had rented a number of buses, which drove one by one to the stadium.
According to the weather forecast, the weather will be very good for the next three days, with clear and cloudless skies, a bright blue sky, a hot sun in the afternoon, and occasional cool breezes. Just bring a thin jacket.
As luck would have it, the bus seats were arranged according to the class. However, the front-passenger seat had to be occupied by the homeroom teacher, so Jimo Shu watched Yun Xian, carrying a small bag of snacks, swiftly plop down next to her.
"Are you ready?" Yun Xian handed over the small bag and said, "It seems that there are more people signing up for the hurdle race than I thought."
Jimo Shu doesn't eat snacks. She said, "As many as you want. Eat if you want. Don't come over and wipe your mouth!"
She didn't understand how Yun Xian managed to eat so much soup in the car. He could even eat canned yellow peaches. Wasn't he afraid of spilling it?
Qi Zhiye and Xue Lingxiu, who were in front of them, had the misfortune of being grouped together again. Fortunately, the ride wasn't long, only half an hour, not enough time for them to have a few arguments.
The city stadium was huge. The Parents' Association had helped set up tents and set up the campground last night. The students lined up, and the first thing they were greeted with was, of course, the same old, repetitive speeches from the school leaders. Jimo Shu's scalp was burning from the sun, and she even saw Mingguang, Class 4's Chinese teacher and the Dean of Academic Affairs. "It's a bright October, the autumn breeze is refreshing, and we're gathered here today..."
"Do they have to talk for three days if the meeting lasts for three days?" Jimo Shu asked Ji Rongxue behind her impatiently.
"No need." Ji Rongxue leaned forward a little and said to her, "You don't have to take the bus tomorrow. You can just come to the stadium and gather by yourself."
"..." The hot wind made her feel itchy, and Jimo Shu said awkwardly, "I can hear you, don't get so close."
"We need to develop some tacit understanding." Ji Rongxue said calmly, "In the final relay, you are the second to last runner, and I am the one before you."
Jimo Shu didn't understand. What kind of tacit understanding was needed for this? She passed the baton, and Ji Rongxue took it. Could there be any more trouble?
After the speeches, it was time for the square formation performance. The athletes didn't participate, so Jimo Shu watched Assistant Coach Su standing at the front, finally taking off his heavy puppet costume. But the effect didn't seem very good, as the school leaders not only ignored it but also turned their eyes away.
It is said that the leader did not dislike the assistant teacher, but was afraid that he would be blinded by her beauty. It was not that he could not bear to look at her, but that he was taking emergency precautions.
Jimo Shu didn't believe it, but when the results came out, Class 3-4 of Senior High School actually won the first prize.
The pace was intense. As soon as the square formations concluded, the first event began, with the clearing of the venue. A small wooden sign hung at the base camp, listing the half-day events and participants. Qi Xingye was stretching his muscles while the others held papers and stationery. Each promotional article, except for the athletes, earned one point each, and everyone, except the athletes, was required to write at least ten, with three selected.
Jimo Shu thought that this was a bit too cruel for Shu Jiuwei.
The majestic background music played non-stop, and at the right moment, Shu Jiuwei's clear and melodious voice came: "Athletes, your heroic posture is admirable..."
Oh. She's a broadcaster, she doesn't have to write.
The voice was intermittent, and Li Batu's lazy voice suddenly interrupted it: "The men's 50-meter event has begun registration. Liu Shi from Class 3, Lane 1..."
Yun Xian stood in front of the base camp, facing everyone's sharp gazes, and waved his hand.
"Walk!"
“…”
Time is like a puppy that cannot be restrained, and it disappears in a flash.
Jimo Shu originally thought that these three days would be very long, but in fact they passed much faster than she imagined.
There were always projects, and Yun Xian pulled her along, standing by the track to cheer, pass out water, greet the teachers, chat with all kinds of people, take photos, and help out...
The class standings changed in half a day. As expected, just as Yun Xian had expected, classes three and four were far ahead in points, and the competition was very close, with no one having the upper hand.
The two classes' headquarters were right next to each other, and the atmosphere was tense, with open and covert fighting and intrigue. Even when they went home in the afternoon to sweep the garbage, they had to sweep it toward the door next door.
It was not until the afternoon of the next day that a pure black Maybach slowly stopped in front of the stadium entrance, and Miss Liu brought someone to deliver a cake.
Class 3 and 4 won a small victory, and they were all very proud of themselves. However, in the afternoon project, one of the students made a mistake, and their scores were tied by Class 3. In the stalemate, the stars and the moon changed, and it was the last day.
It was not until the early morning of the third day that Jimo Shu really took the stage.
The night before, she had a rare bout of insomnia.
Although she said she didn't care, with her competitive spirit of finishing a five-year college entrance examination simulation in two days, how could she really not care? Maybe others were just joking when they said she would get first place, but Jimo Shu really wanted to get first place.
What's more, everyone will come to see it.
Jimo Shu tossed and turned on the small bed in the dormitory, telling herself, "If I don't sleep now, I'll be in a worse state tomorrow." But her heart couldn't help but beat faster and faster, and she fell asleep in a daze. The next day, the last event in the morning was the women's hurdles.
Li Batu's voice echoed throughout the track: "Registration for the women's 100-meter hurdles has begun!"
Jimo Shu’s track is the third one.
She walked towards the straight red plastic track, and her breathing began to quicken again.
Don't be nervous, there's nothing to be nervous about. It's just a small competition... Why are so many people here?!
At the same time, Qiao Lingshan's shot put competition was also going on. The students in Class 4 had almost finished writing the required manuscripts in the previous two days. Now they were divided into two groups, and there were at least a dozen people standing by her track, looking eagerly at her.
"There's only an hour's break between the hurdles and the mixed relay this afternoon, and that's time for lunch." Qi Zhiye, standing nearby, said, "The relay is more important. Safety comes first in this event."
Feng Ye said: "Yeah, it's okay to slow down a bit!"
Jimo Shu closed her eyes, took a deep breath without leaving any trace, and said calmly: "It's not that my cerebellum is not well developed, how could I fall so easily?"
Feng Ye, who had just fallen twice in the hurdle race but still managed to take fourth place, said: "...Ha, haha, that's it..."
Jimo Shu had a name tag on her back, and she glanced at the crowd beside the runway for the third time.
Yun Xian is still not here.
Ji Rongxue said, "She'll be here soon."
"..." Jimo Shu said, "I can run by myself. She can't run for me, so it doesn't matter whether she comes or not."
She was just a little inexplicably flustered.
Here, Yun Xian is her first link with this unfamiliar environment, but now Qiao Lingshan is also competing, Yun Xian does not know the art of clones, and is also the class monitor, so it is normal that he does not have time to come here.
You are so old now, do you still need others to watch over you to perform well?
Just as she was thinking this, a girl with a high ponytail came over from the other side of the crowd, bouncing up and down, running very fast, and in a flash she reached the edge of the runway.
"Ready—" The sound of gunfire and Yun Xian's voice rang out at the same time, "Come on, Jimo Shu!!!"
Her legs and feet seemed to stiffen uncontrollably for a moment, then she took a step and rushed out headfirst.
Her hair was blown back by the wind, and Jimo Shu had no time to observe the other runners. She only had her own track in mind. As she reached the third hurdle, her shoelaces came loose, causing her to stumble. Suddenly, a startling, unanimous cry erupted from the sidelines: "Ah ...
Jimo Shu steadied herself and continued running forward without stopping.
In just a hundred meters, the results came out quickly. Jimo Shu was the leader and was nearly fifty meters faster than the slowest student.
Jimo Shu stood there, looking at the little classmate who was still struggling to jump behind her, and suddenly began to doubt her life: "...?"
This will make her look weird!!
"Alright! Let's go get the gold medal after lunch!" Yun Xian came over and took her hand, his palm warm. "Let's go see if Lingshan is feeling better first, and then we'll go have lunch."
Jimo Shu felt awkward again, "Isn't Lingshan finished the competition yet?"
"I calculated it." Yun Xian said excitedly, "She's the nineteenth one, and there must be a lot of people ahead of her. After you finish the competition, come with me. Maybe it's not her turn yet."
Jimo Shu snorted, "You know how to arrange your time."
Yun Xian: "As a squad leader, that's a must. Come on, come on, you need to practice taking and passing the baton later. The relay race this afternoon is worth 30 minutes..."
Jimo Shu's heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally tried to let go.
It seems that the competition is just like this.
But by the afternoon, she no longer felt that way.
The biggest event on the last day was the eight-member mixed relay, which was held by class. The race covered the entire track and was the only event at the same time, with almost everyone participating.
The observation deck was packed with people, standing everywhere. The physical education teacher was trying to maintain order, whistling intermittently, "Back off! Back off ten centimeters outside the line!!"
This is not on the same level as any of the morning programs.
Jimo Shu was standing in the preparation area, her back almost being stared through by the strange classmates next to her.
"What's this girl's name? She seems to be from Class 4?"
"It's written on the back, isn't it? Jimo Shu. The one who came first in the hurdles this morning, I felt like her legs could reach my waist."
"The scores of Class 4 and Class 3 are similar. In the end, it all depends on who takes first place..."
"It's possible that other classes could also be first?"
“…”
Ji Rongxue was the first runner up, and Yun Xian was the last. Jimo Shu was flexing her ankles, trying to calm herself down, but Yun Xian said, "Don't move yet."
Her legs paused, and Yun Xian squatted down in front of her, untied her shoelaces, tied them again, and tightened them: "Does it hurt?"
Jimo Shu looked at her dark head and was stunned for a moment, "...It's okay."
Yun Xian pulled it a little tighter, tucked the end of the rope in, and said with satisfaction, "Now that it's like this, it will definitely not fall off."
"Contestants from each class, please prepare—"
Before Jimo Shu could even say "thank you", which she couldn't get out of her mouth all day, she was silenced by the sharp sound of gunfire.
Class 3 will go first and Class 4 will be the next group, divided into odd and even numbers.
Each class has a different strategy. Some put girls in front, while others arrange boys and girls alternately. The only thing they have in common is that the first and last runners are relatively the fastest.
Zhong Changyao, the first runner, had already pulled away quite a distance. Before it was their turn, they heard a deafening shout from the stadium:
“Go, go, go, go!!!”
“Shift three, shift three, shift three!!!”
“Come on—”
The next person to pass the baton to Zhong Changyao was Liu Shi. The person who took over the baton should have started running first, but Liu Shi, either because his brain suddenly short-circuited or he wanted to show his courage, started running from two meters away, and ran incredibly fast. Zhong Changyao couldn't pass the baton to him, so he could only keep running. All his explosive power was used in the first two hundred meters. Now he had to keep running with Liu Shi for at least another fifty meters. His face was almost as green as a melon, and he was about to spit out blood. He wished he could take out his big knife and chop the man into pieces in the next second: "..."
"See?" Ji Rongxue commented calmly to Jimo Shu, "If you don't practice baton passing, accidents like this might happen."
Jimo Shu: "This has nothing to do with passing the baton, it has something to do with the brain."
Yun Xian sighed, "Liu Shi is truly a fool and a retard."
Jimo Shu: "..."
Please don't let her laugh at this time, okay? !
There was no suspense. Although Zhong Changyao fell to the ground like a dead dog, Class 3 still easily won the first place in the group.
Class 4 is about to take the stage.
Ji Rongxue and Yun Xian were both in another preparation area. Jimo Shu looked at the other side from afar, listening to the shouts, and her breathing gradually calmed down.
The gun went off, and Qi Zhiye ran forward. The cheers on the field suddenly became quieter - everyone was watching attentively, their eyes following the agile figure.
The second baton was taken by Liu Xu, and the distance was extended again!
The third leg.
Fourth leg.
…
The sixth runner, Ji Rongxue, approached her from a distance. Jimo Shu held her breath and heard the other party's fresh breathing. She reached back, grabbed the relay board, pursed her lips, and ran forward -
Two hundred meters seemed long, yet so short. Her peripheral vision flickered across excited faces, familiar and unfamiliar, yet the only sounds in the world seemed to be the beating of her own heart and the sound of her breathing, as if her entire chest were being squeezed, tightened, and ached.
Her vision was a little dim, and she finally saw Yun Xian's back in front of her, the familiar ponytail, the round ears that stuck out a little, his hand stretched back towards her, and he even hooked his finger at her playfully.
Jimo Shu's lips twitched, she gritted her teeth and handed the baton straight over.
Feeling a reassuring and steady force coming from that place, she suddenly let go of her hand and watched Yun Xian fly out like an arrow.
Although she was surrounded by wind, she was like a gust of wind whistling past.
Amidst thunderous cheers, the true number one has been revealed.
“…”
The blue sky has been gradually swallowed up by the dusk, and the tired birds are returning to their nests. The temporary base camp that has been set up for three days has begun to be gradually dismantled. The students are carrying water tanks, garbage bags, and sundries, and walking out in the dim light, ready to leave, surrounded by whispers.
The last sports meet of my high school career is completely over.
Jimo Shu looked up at the stadium that had suddenly become empty, and an indescribable loneliness inexplicably grew in her heart.
It's over.
For her, this was the first time. She had just tasted a little bit of the novelty and briefly, but there was no second time.
Yun Xian's still energetic voice came from behind. She had already taken out the garbage three times, "Jimo Shu!"
Jimo Shu came back to her senses and said, "Hmm?"
"Look." Yun Xian pulled out a few Polaroids from his pocket, shook them, and said, "Assistant Professor Su took these. We happened to be here."
The image on the small roll of film wasn't particularly clear. She was tying her shoelaces, Yun Xian was stealing a bite of Xue Lingxiu's butter cake, Ji Rongxue was keeping watch expressionlessly, Qi Zhiye was frowning as he read the list, Feng Ye was pinning up Qiao Lingshan's disobedient shirt with a paperclip, Shu Jiuwei was in the corner, struggling to pull at the window of a Maybach, and Xue Lingxiu was hurrying over from a distance, annoyed.
Yun Xian said worriedly, "Do you want it? I think this photo is quite nice, but I don't really want to submit it to the school yearbook."
Jimo Shu said: "...Well. Give it to me."
She put the film away, took two steps, and heard Yun Xian say, "Wait a minute."
Yun Xian squatted down naturally, untied her shoelaces that were tied tightly and a little tight on her instep, tied a new bow, and stood up: "Let's go. Let's take a group photo. Everyone is waiting over there."
Qiao Lingshan called out from the other end, "Yun Xian! The head teacher wants to see you!"
Yun Xian said: "Here it comes——"
She ran forward, Jimo Shu stood there, took out the photo from her pocket and stared at it.
The self in the film was sitting in a corner, looking so relaxed that she couldn't believe it.
It was as if the self that had nowhere to go, the restless, awkward, and annoying self, had been properly soothed, put away, and placed in this quiet corner.
Even if it was just for a moment, she was no longer alone.
Yun Xian on the other side didn't go far. Halfway through, he saw that she hadn't caught up, so he turned back, clasped his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Student Jimo Shu - the class monitor wants you to take a photo - hurry -"
The voice was so loud that it seemed to be loudspeaker. Everyone within a radius of fifty meters turned their heads to observe her classmate named Jimo Shu.
"..." Jimo Shu didn't know whether to cry or laugh. She took two steps forward, put her hands on her cheeks, and shouted back: "I said I'll be there right away——"
Not just a moment.
She really wasn't alone anymore.
———End of the Academy Chapter———
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