Sister, can I become a maid too?

Chapter 127 It's time to play a prank on the sleeping Jianjian Xia.

Stepping into the classroom, I found that most of the students had already arrived, and the attendance rate was significantly higher than usual.

That's right, they were basically all writing furiously on exam papers and practice questions.

As soon as Jiang Yubai sat down, Li Yang suddenly darted out from behind him:

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, I need your help urgently!"

"Wait, why are you looking for me today?" Jiang Yu asked, puzzled. "Where's Wang Jianglong next to you? Don't you usually ask him for things?"

Study partners naturally complement each other's academic performance.

Li Yang's math scores are terrible, while Wang Jianglong is quite good at it; Wang Jianglong is not good at chemistry, while Li Yang is good at it.

So ever since they became deskmates, they immediately started "helping each other out".

You might say that Wang Jianglong's answer is definitely not as good as Jiang Yubai's, but at this point, who still cares about that?

Anyway, I'll have to change a few things myself.

"Hey, Brother Jiang, don't even mention it," Li Yang said with a bitter expression. "I'm late today. Old Wang's test paper has already been borrowed."

He pursed his lips and gestured towards the next room:

"Look, Zhao Zhichao and his gang are incredibly quick; they've already borrowed all the math-savvy people in my circle."

"That's why I came all this way to wait for you, Brother Jiang. I'm counting on you today."

Li Yang bowed sincerely:

"The first lesson is Zhang Shifu's class, and I don't want to die at her hands."

Jiang Yubai didn't say anything, but chuckled and took out the test paper:

"Take it, take it. Remember to bring it over together later. I'm too lazy to make the trip."

Li Yang was overjoyed:

"Alright~ I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Jiang Yubai watched as his best friend happily returned to his seat before turning his gaze away.

He tidied his desk, handed in Lin Tingwan's and his own homework together, and then leisurely sat back down in his seat.

With nothing to do, he simply took out his phone and placed it between the pages of a book, intending to let his dog at home know he was safe.

Inside the classroom, the sounds of noisy chatting, the rustling of homework being done, and the commotion of a little glutton eating breakfast all mingled together.

Suddenly, the voices fell silent, and within seconds, there was complete silence.

Jiang Yubai's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly closed the book.

But when I looked up, the corridor was empty; there wasn't a teacher in sight.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance and lowered his head again.

Sometimes it just happens like that. Everyone is chatting enthusiastically, but then there's a moment when everything falls silent, like a ghost has passed by, and then it gets lively again in a few seconds.

After morning self-study ended, homeroom teacher Zhang Shufang entered the classroom as the class bell rang.

She glanced around the classroom, but instead of starting to go over the exam as usual, she put down her thermos and began in a calm tone:

"I have something to tell you before class starts: our school's autumn sports meet is about to begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur of discussion arose in the classroom.

Several boys were already whispering excitedly to each other, and suppressed cheers could even be heard from the back row.

No wonder they were so excited.

After all, senior year of high school is tough. They've long since stopped taking music and art classes, and only physical education class allows them to relax a little.

Aside from the few physical education classes each week, the most anticipated events are the sports meet and the New Year's Eve party.

What kind of meeting is not important; what matters is what kind of meeting allows you to skip class.

The New Year's Eve party is fixed in the last few days of the year, but the sports meet is always delayed.

News of the event started circulating in early November, but everyone waited and waited, week after week, and November was almost over, but there was still no sign of it.

Zhang Shufang frowned, and the thermos in her hand slammed heavily onto the podium with a "thud".

"Quiet!"

Her gaze swept across the room and landed on the boys who had just been whispering to each other:

"He Dongqi and Zhao Sinian, you two seem to be having a good chat. Since you're so eager to contribute to the class, you two should sign up for the men's 3000-meter race."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low, gloating laugh filled the classroom.

Zhao Sinian, who was round-figured, slumped in his fat face:

"Teacher Zhang, do I look like someone who can run 3,000 meters?"

Before Zhang Shufang could speak, her deskmate He Dongqi patted his chest and declared loudly:

"Don't worry, Teacher Zhang, I promise I'll finish the run!"

This confident demeanor stunned Zhao Sinian, who asked incredulously in a low voice:

"Old He, are you crazy?"

He genuinely felt that the guy was possessed by a ghost.

He struggles to run 1,000 meters in PE class, but now he dares to sign up for 3,000?

Zhang Shufang pushed up her glasses, also somewhat surprised:

"Oh, volunteering is good, Pan Yuan. Make a note of it when you sign up later."

Pan Yuan, from the Sports Commission, responded.

He Dongqi chuckled:

"Mission accomplished!"

After making this pledge, he turned to his deskmate and whispered:

"Are you stupid? This is the last sports meet for seniors."

"...Is there anything special about it?"

"If you don't run the 3,000 meters in your senior year of high school, you'll regret it, okay?" He Dongqi rolled his eyes at him. "I've heard that this opportunity is highly sought after in other classes."

Zhao Sinian looked disgusted:

"You're all eager to suffer, aren't you? I don't understand you. Isn't it better to eat snacks in the stands?"

"Eat, eat, eat! All you do all day is eat! You have no ambition!"

The two brothers whispered among themselves offstage, while Zhang Shufang onstage began to recount the details:

"The preliminary schedule for this sports meet is Wednesday afternoon for group events training and opening ceremony rehearsal, with the official event taking place on Thursday and Friday."

"This is our class's first large-scale group activity this semester. We hope everyone will participate actively and bring honor to our class."

"Please come up and collect the registration forms. Students who are interested can register with the sports committee after class."

After giving a brief explanation, Zhang Shufang didn't say much more and started today's lesson directly.

After the first class, as usual, there was a flag-raising ceremony followed by a speech under the national flag.

After it was over, Jiang Yubai led Lin Tingwan into the classroom and saw that a group of people had gathered around the seat of the sports committee member, Pan Yuan, and were making a fuss about something.

"Hey, Lao Pan, give me a 100-man squad."

"Me too, Sports Commissioner, Women's 50!"

The chattering was a chaotic cacophony, and Pan Yuan's shouts of "Don't push! One at a time!" were futilely squeezed in the middle.

Generally speaking, this is how sports meet registration works.

Easy and fun activities sell out instantly, while those that require endurance and are tiring and difficult often remain unfilled until the very end.

Jiang Yubai sat down in his seat, tilted his head and looked at it for a while. After thinking for a moment, he took out his draft notebook from his pocket.

"Does Wanwan want to participate in the sports meet?"

He wasn't afraid that Lin Jianxia would see it anyway; if asked, he would just say that Lin Tingwan had asked him to call her that.

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Before long, the draft notebook was slowly pushed back.

Jiang Yubai took it and looked at it; there were two simple small characters on it.

"In no mood."

This was exactly what Jiang Yubai had expected.

After all, this girl is already tired enough from school, so it would be a bit much to ask her to participate in the sports meet. He was just asking her out of routine.

But that wasn't the end; there was another line of smaller text following it.

"Does Jiang Yubai want to participate?"

What does "谑" mean?

After all, Tingting usually answers whatever is asked, so it's quite rare for her to take the initiative to ask questions like this.

Jiang Yubai had a funny idea and casually replied:

"What's wrong? If I participate, does that mean I should participate too?"

This time, the draft took a little longer to be pushed over than before.

He took the notebook and paused for a moment when he saw the handwriting.

"If Jiang Yubai wants to participate, I can be his running mate."

Just a runner-up...

An image unconsciously surfaced in Jiang Yubai's mind—

He was panting heavily as he ran on the rubber track, and Lin Tingwan jogged alongside him.

The girl's face was expressionless, looking rather adorable, but she held a small notebook high in her hand, on which were written two eye-catching characters:

"come on!"

Thinking about it this way, it seems kind of cute, what should I do...?

Oh no, that's not the point.

The key question is... if he really signs up, would Lin Tingwan actually be willing to just be a runner-up?

Jiang Yubai simply couldn't believe that someone who would become withdrawn around strangers would actually be willing to run alongside others on the playground in front of everyone...

He pursed his lips, picked up his pen, and wrote his reply on the draft paper:

"Just kidding, I get tired even running 100 meters, so I'm not signing up for the sports meet."

That's the truth.

His attitude towards the sports meet was likely one of keeping his distance.

—Are you kidding me? Wouldn't it be better to just sit comfortably in the stands, snacking and watching the girls' youthful, radiant legs?

Turning his head, he met Lin Tingwan's clear eyes.

He looked... a little nervous.

Jiang Yubai gave him a reassuring look, and then casually added:

"Besides, Wanwan will be coming to school too, right? I'll definitely go with you. What if I go for a run and you can't find me?"

The reply was very short, just four simple words.

"Yes, it will come."

Jiang Yubai couldn't help but chuckle and turned to look at his deskmate.

She sat upright, her face expressionless as always, but her eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

It's sparkly and looks especially cute.

Jiang Yubai silently repeated in his mind, "This is a classroom, this is a classroom," before barely suppressing the urge to reach out and rub her head.

.....

It wasn't until late afternoon, near the end of the school term, that Jiang Yubai was surprised to find that Pan Yuan, the sports committee member, actually came to find her.

"That... Jiang Yubai?"

His voice carried a cautious tone.

To be honest, seeing this expression on the face of a burly man who was 1.9 meters tall made Jiang Yubai feel rather complicated.

He was probably aware of his reputation in the class, so he deliberately put on a sunny smile:

"Sports Committee Member, what's wrong? Is there something you need?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

As Pan Yuan spoke, he handed over an application form:

"The boys' spots are mostly filled, but we're still one spot short for the 1000-meter race... so I was just wondering if you'd like to give it a try?"

Jiang Yubai didn't say anything, but simply took the registration form and looked at it.

The events for the sports meet registration were still the same old ones: javelin, shot put, high jump, long jump, followed by various running competitions.

The fun sports meet had some new elements, such as three-legged races, tug-of-war, kangaroo jumps, and a back-to-back ball relay.

The section for the fun sports meet was packed with participants. Jiang Yubai even saw a man and a woman signing up for the three-legged race, which seemed suspicious.

The traditional sports meet, on the other hand, is proceeding as usual:

Other events were mostly full, but the 800-meter and 1000-meter races remained largely deserted.

Surprisingly, the 3,000-meter race was already full.

After quickly glancing at it, Jiang Yubai returned the registration form:

"No need, thank you."

Pan Yuan was taken aback, clearly not expecting him to refuse so quickly.

He hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Um... the homeroom teacher said that each person can only sign up for two events. We're all full for the other events, just missing the 1000-meter race... could you please help us out and make up the numbers?"

If it were someone else, they might have agreed out of consideration for their classmates or simply because they were too shy.

But Jiang Yubai, being who he was, simply shook his head and gave a three-part reply:

"No, I don't want to go. You can ask someone else."

It emphasizes avoiding internal conflict.

Just kidding, if he agrees, what will happen to Tingting at night?

They can't just come here to be a runner-up, can they?

Upon hearing this, Pan Yuan hesitated, wanting to say something but then stopping himself. In the end, he could only say "oh" and take his watch to find the others.

Jiang Yubai didn't take this little incident to heart at all. He quickly packed his schoolbag, stood up, and said to Lin Tingwan beside him:

"Let's go."

The two followed the crowd out of the school gate. Jiang Yubai bought Lin Tingwan a skewer of non-spicy chicken wings at the entrance of the residential area before leading her upstairs.

At the doorway.

Jiang Yubai turned his head to look at Lin Tingwan beside him and asked:

"Your sister should have finished cooking. Do you want to go eat right away, or rest for a bit first?"

Lin Tingwan took small bites of the chicken wing, and a look of fatigue finally appeared on her face.

Hearing this, she shook her head and pointed to the door of the next room.

"Okay, then you rest for a while, I'll come and get you later."

After watching Lin Tingwan enter his house, Jiang Yubai turned his gaze away, took out his keys, and went inside.

As soon as you open the door, the aroma of food wafts out, mingled with the hissing sound of a pressure cooker.

"Lin—Jian—Xia—I'm back!"

He shouted as he changed his shoes and went inside.

I had just entered the living room when I suddenly stopped in my tracks.

An unknown romantic drama was playing on TV, and the sounds of the male and female leads teasing each other echoed softly in the room.

Under the warm living room lights, Lin Jianxia was curled up on the sofa, covered with that familiar blanket.

There was a half-finished cup of brown sugar water on the coffee table, which looked like it had been sitting there for a while.

The girl's ponytail was loose, and her smooth hair fell over her shoulders. Her eyes, which usually carried a hint of alertness, were now gently closed, and her long eyelashes trembled.

Jiang Yubai took a few steps closer, and the sound of her even and gentle breathing reached his ears, indicating that she was fast asleep.

His gaze fell on that fair and beautiful sleeping face, and his heart suddenly stirred slightly.

Gone are the prickly quills, gone is the angry yelling...

—Lin Jianxia, ​​sleeping so unguarded, seems...

It's still pretty.