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Teaching him the method of cultivation does not guarantee that he will become stronger, but it does provide him with an opportunity to grow, opening a door for him. Ultimately, his future achievements will depend on his own efforts. With this internal skill, while it may not elevate him to the level of Ye Mingshang, it can ensure that even at seventy or eighty years old, he remains vigorous.
Today marks the start of the new school year, and as per tradition, there is a school-wide mobilization led by Principal Li Jianguo, followed by a series of vice principals, directors, and senior professors delivering uninspiring encouragements and rhetoric. Many students find the lengthy and tedious wait so dull that they fall asleep. It is baffling that the school knows such mobilizations are ineffective yet still insists on making a grand show of it with passionate speeches.
The mobilization meeting only concluded close to noon, and everyone, exhausted, clapped half-heartedly before leaving in small groups.
Classes resumed in the afternoon as usual. During the lesson, Mr. Wen informed everyone that the school would be holding a spring sports meet open to all faculty and students, with generous rewards for winners, encouraging everyone to sign up enthusiastically.
“Teacher, what events are you participating in?” a student raised their hand to ask.
“Yeah, yeah! What events are you signing up for?” others chimed in with curiosity.
Mr. Wen smiled slightly and adjusted his glasses as he replied, “I’m signing up for the men’s 2500-meter relay race. The competition is open to both teachers and students. Is there anyone who wants to team up with me?”
“I want to team up with you, teacher,” a mischievous boy named Shorty raised his hand.
“Alright, you’re in.”
“I want to join too.”
“Okay, we still need two more people.”
“I’m here.”
“Teacher, count me in.”
...
Mr. Wen has quite a good rapport with his students; just a few words from him sparked their interest. After spending ten minutes selecting his teammates, he also arranged all the students' events. Aside from a few girls who were on their period and one boy who had broken his leg, everyone else participated. Even the class's over two hundred-pound student signed up for a five-kilometer long-distance running event.
This is why their class was so enthusiastic; they completed this task in just over ten minutes, while other classes faced much more trouble. Some teachers were nearly worn out from talking, yet very few students participated. Fortunately, the school offered generous rewards for the winners. As the saying goes, "With great rewards come brave individuals," and some students who believed they had certain skills ultimately chose to participate.
The school provided two days for preparation. By the evening of the second day, they needed to finalize and submit the list of participants. The following morning would be dedicated to setting up the venue, and by the afternoon, competitions in various events could commence.
The two days passed quickly, with a routine of attending two classes during the day and having free time afterward. They went to bed early at night and practiced together with Zhi Mu in the mornings. Although there was plenty of free time, with Fatty and Joan around, one would never feel lonely.
In the blink of an eye, the third day arrived, and early in the morning, the school organized students to head to the competition venue. There wasn't much to set up since the venue was already prepared; they only needed to install various decorations.
The competition began as scheduled at one o'clock in the afternoon. Although it was a formal event, the weather was quite pleasant—not too hot, with no glaring sun, and even a bit cool, making it suitable for sports. The participating students waited at the designated area under the guidance of their homeroom teachers, while non-participants cheered from the stands not far away. Occasionally, signs displaying class names or individual names were raised high.
First, Principal Li Jianguo patiently explained several competition rules. Finally, after delivering the clichéd phrase "Friendship first, competition second," he announced the start of the event.
"Participants in shot put, long jump, and sprinting please gather at the competition venue!"
"Participants in shot put, long jump, and sprinting please gather at the competition venue!"
The loudspeaker echoed with calls for athletes to assemble. Upon hearing their events announced, some participants took a deep breath out of excitement before eagerly entering the competition area to line up.
"Dear audience friends, entering now are the participants from Nanjing Medical University! They are young and full of energy; they represent the future and hope of our country. This year's sports meeting... blah blah blah..."
The sports meeting also invited reporters from various television stations to cover the event. Most were local channels or online program teams that many had never heard of; not all were officially invited—some reporters lacking material used this sports meeting as filler content.
Fatty and Joan walked out with silly grins on their faces, greeting those around them cheerfully: "Hello everyone! Thank you for your hard work!"
Their antics immediately drew mockery from some students: "What are these two doing?" "Are they monkeys hired for entertainment?" "The scene is too beautiful; I can't bear to look."
However, some jokers chimed in with "Serving the people!"
This rather foolish behavior caught the attention of some reporters: "Quick! Get a shot of those two students! We need to capture their silly expressions; our ratings might depend on them."
Since multiple competitions could occur simultaneously without conflict at different venues, Fatty and Joan made their way to the shot put area and began lining up to wait.
"Alright! Player One has thrown an impressive distance of 15.8 meters; let's congratulate him."
Following the referee's announcement, the contestant walked out with his head held high, looking quite proud.
"Why is this Fellow so annoying? It's just fifteen meters; what's so great about it? I can't stand his arrogant attitude," Joan said with a look of disdain.
The Fat Brother was stretching on the side. "Don't mind him; just wait and see how I set a world record."
Seeing the serious expression on the Fat Brother's face along with his bulk, Joan cheered him on, "Go, Fat Brother, make them all drop their jaws."
The events were progressing relatively quickly, and they weren't too far back in the lineup. Before long, they heard the call for the Fat Brother to take the stage.
With a determined gaze and an air of expertise, an invisible Aura swirled around him. Seeing him like this filled Joan with confidence; she knew that when he took things seriously, he was quite formidable. Plus, with his advanced skills, throwing a shot put should be a piece of cake.
"Go, Fat Brother," Joan encouraged.
"Just watch," the Fat Brother nodded and strode confidently toward the field.
He picked up the shot put, weighed it in his hand, and with a sneer shouted, "I'm going to set a world record!" He then launched the shot put into the air.
(To be continued.)
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