Lu Qingyao finished the 3,000-meter race, leaving the second-place runner two laps behind, breaking his own school sports meet discipline.
Several girls from the cheerleading squad were waiting for him at the finish line. When he stopped, they all jogged over and handed him towels and bottled water.
Lan Yu was running in the lead and almost bumped into Lu Qingyao.
Lu Qingyao frowned as she looked at the water she was offered, took a towel from someone next to her to wipe his sweat, and turned to leave.
Lan Yu was humiliated in public, and his face darkened considerably.
The girl who gave out the towel was overjoyed, knowing that Lu Qingyao was currently very popular in the class.
People no longer really like pretty boys; instead, they're drawn to cool, aloof men.
Lu Qingyao bought two bottles of sports drinks, then turned and went to the high jump field.
Only Yi Mu and Yi Ganlu from Class 1 signed up for the high jump, and the two of them warmed up in front of the lever.
There were several boys from Class 2 standing nearby, led by the sports committee member from Class 2.
The previous incident left them with a lot of lingering fears. Now, when they see Yi Mu, they just stand to the side with unfriendly eyes, but dare not say anything out of turn.
After finishing his warm-up exercises, Yi Mu told the referee and went to the lever to try jumping.
The sports committee member gave a look to the tall man next to him, who understood. He walked to the lever, stretched out his hand, and prepared to use a feint to raise the lever and make Yi Mu fall.
Yiganlu knew that this group of people did not get along with Yimu, so he was on guard. Sure enough, he saw them acting up again.
He walked behind the boy, ready to teach this ungrateful bastard a lesson.
Someone beat him to it; the boy was kicked to the ground, his knees hitting the ground, and his face turned pale with pain.
With a leap, Yimu performed a beautiful somersault and cleared the area.
Yiganlu looked up and saw Lu Qingyao's devilish face.
The tall boy was kicked for no reason, struggled to get up from the ground, and shouted at his surroundings.
"Who the hell is he? Don't hide, if I find out..."
Lu Qingyao took a step forward, raising an eyebrow: "I kicked it, so what?"
This boy was there when we played basketball before. He had witnessed Lu Qingyao's ruthless nature firsthand, and he instinctively covered his head as soon as he saw him.
Lu Qingyao looked at him mockingly, completely losing any desire to lecture him.
The boy blushed, stiffened his neck, and weakly defended himself: "I was just passing by. You're judging me by my own petty standards."
Lu Qingyao scoffed: "Did I say why I was beating you up?"
The boy choked, his face turning red and his neck thickening, unable to utter a word, feeling ashamed for having willingly offered himself up for defeat.
Imu got off the thick mat, unsure of the situation.
The sports representative from Class Two walked up to the two of them, his face grim. "Last time it was us fighting each other. What's the reason this time? You should know that beating up classmates without cause is punishable."
Lu Qingyao handed the sports drink to Yi Mu, turned to look at him, a smirk playing on his lips, his posture disdainful: "You don't like him, is that reason enough?"
The principal of Ronggao High School was Lu Laoye's orderly when he was a major general. He was able to become the principal entirely through Lu Laoye's connections.
Lu Qingyao is the eldest grandson of the Lu family. As long as he doesn't commit murder or break the law at Ronggao High School, the principal can turn a blind eye to everything.
The class committee members' family connections weren't enough to climb up to the Lu family, so they knew nothing about Lu Qingyao's background.
He was just a little afraid of Lu Qingyao, afraid of the ruthlessness in him.
Since we can't win in a direct confrontation, let's compete on the field.
The class committee member walked up to Lu Qingyao and gave him a provocative look.
"Let's make a bet. Your class's score in this competition will definitely be the lowest among the senior students."
Yi Mu didn't like hearing this; he didn't think Class One was that bad.
Class 1 just didn't pay much attention to sports in the past, since getting into a prestigious university still depends on academic performance.
He asked coldly, "If we're not at the bottom, what are you betting on?"
The class committee member gave a strange smile.
"You know the toilets in Building 3, right? Even the cleaning lady thinks they're dirty. Our two classes, which are ranked lower, have to clean the toilets in Building 3 for a month."
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