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Chapter 222 The Only Love in My Heart

"Respected leaders."

"Dear teachers!"

"Dear students!"

"And our distinguished guests from our partner schools!"

"Hello everyone--"

As the male and female hosts on stage began to speak, a burst of applause erupted from both the stage and the audience.

"Brother Ren."

"Ok?"

"Why are there still valid guests? Who are the invalid guests?"

"climb."

Guan Ren couldn't be bothered with such a stupid question.

He's mainly relieved that Xiao Ningmeng wasn't chosen as the host.

Otherwise, I'd have to partner with that wrinkled-looking guy on stage.

……

"...Please welcome our referees and athletes to the field!..."

"...Now approaching us is Class 1, Grade 11!..."

"...They are a class full of sunshine and energy!"

The marching formation has begun.

And the sun rose higher and higher.

The host talked until his saliva was dry.

Many people in the audience gradually began to wail and cry out in despair.

"Damn, it's so hot!"

How much longer do we have?

"You do the math. The first year of high school is the same as ours, with thirteen classes."

"By the time we get here, I'll be as tanned as a zombie."

Many people were exhausted before they even started walking.

But there are occasional moments of exhilaration along the way.

"Hey? Which class is that girl from? Her class uniform is so cute!"

"let me see!"

"Wow, they're wearing long stockings! It looks like something out of an anime. Aren't they hot?"

"You know nothing!"

"Damn, Ren-ge, why are you so excited..."

……

"The next class to walk towards us is Class 7 of Grade 11!"

Finally, after Class 7 successfully completed their formation, everyone under the sun was dismayed to find that they had to sit back down and wait for the rest of the group to finish.

The key is that they are from Class 7.

With thirteen classes in each of the three grades, the total waiting time is the same, which intensifies the psychological torment.

After finally finishing the marching formation, it was time for the opening ceremony performance.

A singing program.

I don't know where they moved the drum set and other equipment from, but a few students from the first and second years of high school put together a band and sang "Running".

"...Running with the wind, freedom is the direction!...Chasing thunder and lightning, that is power!"

Overall, the results are acceptable, and quite good for high school students.

There is also a group dance performance.

Thankfully, it's not the era of "Shamate" anymore, so you don't see many brightly colored hairs rolling around on it.

Instead, it was a few girls from Class 20 of Senior High School who were performing in cheerleading outfits.

The background music is a song from the movie "High School Musical," a classic setup.

The performance was pretty good.

The students in Class 10 were the most enthusiastic, clapping and screaming wildly, which made the students from other classes either envious or knowing smiles, full of youthful energy.

But that's about it for the opening ceremony.

The main reason is that this closing ceremony is also said to be a joint celebration of the three schools, so there will be more programs. Even Class 7 has some talented people who went to help out in a liberal arts class that is in charge of the performance.

……

After the program, there will be a speech session.

First the principal spoke, then the grade head spoke, and then the principals of No. 1 Middle School and No. 3 Middle School spoke…

By this time, everyone was wilted by the sun.

Therefore, the applause was sparse.

Fortunately, just as Guan Ren was wondering why the education bureau leaders who came this time didn't say anything, the education bureau leader who appeared last directly said that the weather was too hot and the students were suffering from the sun, so the sports meet could start immediately.

"it is good!"

This time, the applause from the audience was genuine and thunderous.

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According to the schedule, this morning's events include men's shot put and women's 200 meters, among others.

In the afternoon, there will be men's 100-meter races, women's badminton, and women's table tennis, among other things.

To be honest, Guan Ren didn't quite understand this arrangement; it seemed chaotic.

But it doesn't matter.

His 1500m and 3000m races are tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, respectively, so it's still a long way off.

So for the past two days, I've been doing what other students do: cheering on the participants, taking videos and photos, and so on.

Du Zihan was in charge of taking photos and videos this time. She got a DV camera from Li Min, which looked very stylish, and she kept snapping photos everywhere.

The morning was fine.

In the afternoon, Guan Ren was very busy.

Because women's badminton and women's table tennis are his main areas of focus.

While Xiao Lihua was competing, Luo Xiaobei was also playing.

They went back and forth between the two locations, delivering water and tissues. This even moved many students.

……

"So Brother Ren is quite particular."

"Yes, he runs so diligently while others are competing; he has such a spirit of dedication."

"Pshaw, I think he's got ulterior motives. He's only this enthusiastic about women's competitions."

"Mao! Ren-ge is usually not interested in women. There are only a few girls he can talk to in class. Don't talk nonsense."

……

However, in the end, Luo Xiaobei's women's doubles team was eliminated at lightning speed, as expected.

But it's good that someone is involved in this project; she did her best.

Gu Youli, on the other hand, tried even harder.

She's clearly not good at badminton.

In the end, however, he persisted and played several more matches before being eliminated.

After witnessing the entire scene, Li Min excitedly ran to the meeting point.

At this time, many people at the meeting point were already playing on their phones, reading magazines, or even doing homework. They all hid their things after seeing Li Min arrive.

"Why didn't I hear our class's broadcast script? Those of you not participating, each of you should write two scripts, and the sports committee member will take them to the podium later!"

"what…"

"Ah for what?"

Li Min rolled her eyes at him:
"The other students who participated worked so hard! And when we ask you to write something, you just groan and complain, oh dear, you're so uncooperative!"

……

After a while, a stack of manuscripts was brought to the podium by the sports committee member.

Although the humanities class host on the stage was very disdainful, saying, "Your class's script is all copied from the internet, and it's very poorly written," he didn't really want to read it aloud.

However, after the sports committee member's persistent pleading, Class 7's draft was soon relayed from the podium.

"The following is a broadcast script from Class 7, Grade 11: Young men and women, under the scorching sun..."

To be fair, radio scripts are still useful.

The students from Class 7 who were participating in the project were quite excited to hear this, and they showed great enthusiasm under Du Zihan's lens.

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the next day.

Men's 1500 meters.

It was Guan Ren's turn to take the stage.

As the "star player" of Class 7, Guan Ren's competition attracted the attention of many boys and girls in his class.

When the runners started warming up on the starting blocks, there were already quite a few people standing by the track, including students from various classes, including Class 7.

While other classes were still making hand gestures or shyly whispering a few words to cheer on their own players...

From Class 7's side, a sweet voice delivered a devastating blow:

"Guan Ren! Keep it up!"

swish swish swish...

In an instant, everyone, regardless of whether they were from Class 7 or other classes, turned their attention to a girl with pigtails.

On the girl's sweet face, as lovely as her voice, and in her sparkling eyes, at this moment, there was only the boy who had suddenly turned around and was smiling at her.

"Go for it, Guan Ren! You're the best!"

She put her hands together to her mouth and called out again.

Under the summer sun, the girl's curved eyebrows and sweet smile beneath her beauty mark, along with the trust and blessings she expressed, seemed even more dazzling than the athlete herself.

There was no shyness involved.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Because what she shouted out was the only thing she had ever liked since she was a child.

……

At least, that's what Gu Youli, who was also in the cheering squad, thought.

……

Gu Youli stared blankly at Luo Xiaobei as she loudly called out Guan Ren's name.

Instantly, Gu Youli's hands clenched tightly, and she squeezed to the front, standing next to Luo Xiaobei in a moment of astonishment, her eyes fixed on Guan Ren, her hands clasped together:
"Guan Ren—! Keep going—!"

Her fingertips and lips were trembling.

This is the second time that the usually well-behaved Pear Blossom has done something so outstanding and eye-catching.

And coincidentally, it was because of her deskmate.

After shouting, Gu Youli felt that the scenery in front of her became even clearer.

So this is what it feels like to cheer on the guy you like...?

She breathed softly and slowly turned her head.

He exchanged a glance with Luo Xiaobei, who was looking at him.

"..."

"..."

At this moment, they once again saw something in each other's eyes that was similar to something in their own hearts.

After a brief silence, the two turned around at the same time and cheered for Guan Ren again in unison.

With these two girls leading the way, Zhang Chi, Liu Xiong, and the others from Class 7 also started shouting and yelling.

"Go Ren-ge!"

"Second Master is awesome! Second Master is awesome!"

Naturally, other classes were not to be outdone.

"Go Shaoyu! Shaoyu is awesome!"

"Go Wan Ge! I love you, Wan Ge!"

"Brother Qian, kill them! If you can't outrun them, use that move from 'Road Rash'!"

……

Even before the race started, the atmosphere was already incredibly intense, drawing the attention of the teachers and leaders on the podium to this 1500-meter race.

(End of this chapter)