Chapter 025: Did You Perform Exceptionally Because a Beauty Hugged You?

Song Kai took a taxi and arrived at the entrance of Tengyun No. 1 High School.

At the gate, two girls in short skirts and white stockings were leaning against each other. Even from behind, it was clear that these two were extraordinary beauties. Standing in front of them were two tall boys—neither handsome, but both towering at about one meter ninety.

"Get lost! We don't know you!" came a sharp, familiar voice—Zhou Ran's.

Startled, Song Kai hurried over. "Hey!" he called out as he rushed up. The two girls turned; sure enough, it was Liu Miaoyu and Zhou Ran. Not only were they in short skirts, but their faces were lightly made up, making them so dazzling and alluring that Song Kai suddenly empathized with those two boys—who wouldn’t be drawn to such girls?

"Song Kai!" Liu Miaoyu and Zhou Ran ran over and each naturally took one of his arms. The people nearby were stunned. The two tall boys had expected a suave heartthrob or a flashy rich kid, but instead, it was just some guy in knock-off Li Ning clothes, fresh off a taxi.

"Ha, ladies, are your eyes okay? You were waiting for him?" one of the boys sneered, pointing at Song Kai.

Song Kai could only look up, feeling annoyed. Being that tall wasn't their fault, but coming over to flirt with girls just because of their height? That was definitely their fault.

"Talking to you two is exhausting. Let’s go," Song Kai said, waving his hand. With a girl on each arm, he strode confidently toward the school.

"Damn..." one boy stammered, pointing after Song Kai, "Is he... is he really the legendary playboy?"

The other was at a loss for words. "Dude, should we teach that guy a lesson?" one suggested. "This isn't even our school. Let's rough him up, mess up his face, and run."

"Forget it. We’ll deal with him after the basketball game," the other replied coldly. "If it weren’t so important today, I’d show him right now what the Tengyun Sports School is made of."

Song Kai, meanwhile, was in high spirits, strolling along with a beauty in each hand. After about a hundred meters, Liu Miaoyu slipped her hand free—she’d been closer with Song Kai before, so it didn’t bother her. Zhou Ran, on the other hand, wiped her hand vigorously on his shoulder, muttering, "So greasy, Song Kai, did you not wash your hands after the bathroom?"

Liu Miaoyu quickly changed the subject: "Oh, right! Song Kai, hurry up, I signed you up for the 400-meter dash. Your event’s about to start!"

"Running is fine, but, oh great class rep, can you treat me to roast lamb after the race? I’ll need to recover," Song Kai bargained.

"Cut the nonsense, hurry up!" Zhou Ran yanked his ear and dragged him away.

The three dashed to the sports field, where many girls in sexy outfits—cheerleaders from each class—were gathered.

"Aren’t you cold, dressed like that?" Song Kai’s gaze lingered on their curves; usually, these girls were in uniforms and sweaters—rarely did they dress so provocatively.

"Keep your eyes to yourself! If you come in last like the others, I’ll...I’ll drop out! It’s too embarrassing!" Zhou Ran shoved him toward the starting line.

Song Kai turned back, indignant. "Why ‘also’ come in last? What do you mean by ‘also’?"

"Why? Just look at this sorry Class 7! In every event, our boys finish dead last!" Zhou Ran exploded, not sparing the feelings of the Class 7 boys nearby.

Surrounded by the girls of Class 7—also in short skirts and white stockings—every head shook in disappointment.

"Alas, the girls outweigh the boys in our class."

"No wonder none of our boys have girlfriends."

"Exactly. They all look like pretty boys—but not even handsome ones! And on top of that, weak as kittens!"

Song Kai was speechless at their chatter.

Ahead, the boys of Class 7 stood in silent mourning, heads bowed. Counting them, Song Kai realized there were only seven boys, including himself. The other six looked listless and effeminate. Suddenly, Song Kai felt a heavy responsibility.

As a man of Class 7, how could he let the girls look down on their own boys?

He limbered up, didn’t bother changing clothes, grabbed a race number, and strode onto the 400-meter track. All the other runners wore shorts and athletic vests. Only Song Kai wore jeans and a casual jacket.

"Hey, isn’t that guy from Class 7?" someone muttered, eyeing his race number.

"Ha! He must be! Now I’m not worried—I won’t finish last," a chubby competitor laughed, clearly aware of his own limitations, but now confident he’d avoid the bottom spot since a Class 7 boy was running.

"Well, here’s the Class 7 kid. This is your lane. Just don’t trip over yourself," another athlete joked.

Standing at the starting line, Song Kai felt a bit glum—Class 7’s infamy had spread across the field: every event, dead last.

"Ready!" The coach blew the whistle, then fired the starting pistol.

Song Kai shot out in front. Four hundred meters—piece of cake. Truly nothing to him; he was a fitness and breathing expert! He stretched his legs, breezed past the others, maintained first place all the way, and crossed the finish line without suspense.

"Wow, did he break the record?" a PE teacher at the finish line gaped at his stopwatch.

Breathing hard, Song Kai was quite satisfied with his performance.

"Song Kai came in first?" Zhou Ran stared at the field in disbelief.

"It looks like it..." Liu Miaoyu was equally stunned—happiness had come too suddenly for her to process.

"I think he broke the record," a girl beside them remarked, spotting the raised red flag.

"First place!" Zhou Ran and Liu Miaoyu screamed together.

Then, the entire Class 7 cheer squad erupted. Over thirty girls rushed the field, surging toward Song Kai.

"Excellent, young man, you’ve broken the school record! The principal will give you an award later," a coach clapped him on the shoulder. "But tell me, is that outfit because you can’t afford sportswear?"

Before the coach could say more, a swarm of girls in short skirts and tank tops swept in, hoisted Song Kai into the air, and tossed him up.

"What the—! Hey, don’t touch my butt!" Song Kai shouted as he was thrown.

Zhou Ran and Liu Miaoyu stood in the crowd, covering their mouths, laughing. Around them, athletes watched Song Kai with envy.

The coach, seeing the scene, laughed heartily. "Hold on, let’s get some proof—anyone who breaks a record needs to have their name reported."

The girls tossed Song Kai up once more, but this time, no one caught him... He crashed onto the grass, grimacing in pain.

Zhou Ran and Liu Miaoyu ran over and pulled him up.

"Feeling good?" Liu Miaoyu teased. "With all these beauties hugging you, you should thank me for signing you up."

Song Kai grinned, "Just wish they were a little gentler."

The coach finished reporting the names, and Liu Miaoyu immediately dragged Song Kai off. "Come on, since you’re so amazing, you can stand in for the others in the remaining events—let’s try not to finish last anymore!"

"What? More events? I thought there was just this one!" Song Kai protested.

"Of course not! You’ve been carried by all these girls—how can you just walk away? Let’s see... There are twenty events in total, nine already finished with nine last places. Eleven to go today—aside from basketball, you’ll cover the rest: long jump, triple jump, shot put, javelin, 1500 meter run, 100 meter sprint... None require much skill. Go change clothes and enter them all," Liu Miaoyu commanded, wringing every ounce of value from Song Kai like a true capitalist.

Song Kai looked at the list—since everything was on the same field and none were too technical, he agreed.

After swapping clothes with a classmate, Song Kai dashed from event to event like a busy little mouse. In a single morning, he entered ten competitions—short events thankfully, except for the long-distance run. Luckily, he really was trained, protected by his skills.

He took first place in ten events, breaking four records.

The girls of Class 7 fluttered around him like butterflies.

"Let me wipe your sweat," one girl offered gently, using her own towel.

"Thirsty, hero?"

"Here, let me massage your legs before the long jump—show us what you’ve got!"

"Yeah, and if you need the restroom, we’ll go with you..."

Song Kai was all smiles.

The athletes nearby shot him a thousand murderous glares.

Zhou Ran tilted her head. "Is Song Kai performing so well because he’s too excited?"

Liu Miaoyu, watching the girls fawn over Song Kai, nodded thoughtfully. "Definitely. The guy’s grinning like he might lose his teeth."

Zhou Ran giggled.

Meanwhile, in the office, Liu Yajuan sat behind her computer, bored, black-framed glasses perched on her nose.

"Ms. Liu, why aren’t you watching your students compete?" grinned Ma Bo, the bald-headed head teacher from Class Three, sidling over.

Liu Yajuan glanced at him. "It’s meaningless. Students should focus on academics. Sports days are just for fun."

"Ah, but that’s not quite right, Ms. Liu. Students need well-rounded development. Sports Day is also a chance to showcase class spirit! By the way, I heard your class hasn’t done well in the competitions these days," Ma Bo said with a smile. He and Liu Yajuan had always gotten along, but ever since Zhou Ran insisted on transferring to Class Seven—taking the top student with her—he’d held a grudge. Losing the top student meant losing out on a guaranteed spot at a prestigious university and at least fifty thousand yuan in prize money, now transferred to Liu Yajuan’s class. Ma Bo was heartbroken.

Liu Yajuan scowled. "So what if we come in last? As long as our grades are good."

Just then, the academic secretary entered the office.

"The results from the city-wide mock exams are in. Please check your class’s scores," the secretary announced, handing out sheets of paper.

When she handed one to Liu Yajuan, the secretary smiled. "Congratulations, Ms. Liu. Your class has taken first place by a wide margin."

Liu Yajuan stared for a moment, then picked up the sheet. After scanning it, she clapped a hand over her mouth and gasped in astonishment.