Uneasy daily life

"When that thought popped into my head, I unconsciously found the strength and ran the whole track."

Yukino Yukinoshita (Mai) said with a smile, "Finding something stronger than the person you want to become, and truly feeling and understanding that, might be the key to unlocking puberty syndrome."

"We didn't actually switch bodies; we just forgot about ourselves because of envy."

Yukino Yukinoshita was slightly taken aback.

"Yukino, the water's here!"

Snowfall's father sent water as if to order someone to rush in.

After a short rest, the group left the infirmary and rushed back to the playground.

As expected, many students on the playground enthusiastically watched the 3000-meter race.

The amateur track and field athletes were striding like the wind, and were almost a full lap ahead of the last-place athlete.

"Professional athletes achieve their results by seizing every second, while students strive for every point! As the saying goes, speed is judged in short distances, and strength in long distances! Athlete number one is both fast and strong, and has already overtaken the last place by a full lap. He truly deserves to be a worthy athlete of our school's track and field department! The fledgling eagle's first cry resounds through the sky! The young tiger's roar terrifies all the beasts in the mountains and forests!"

The contestant behind the first place winner, carrying a speaker in his right hand and a microphone in his left, was breathing a little rapidly but still maintained his enthusiastic commentary.

Yukinoshita Yukino (Mai): "..."

Yukinoshita Yono (Yukino): "..."

Yukino Yukinoshita (Mai) thought for a moment and decided to have the hater-kun do the commentary for the match later.

If you want to provide commentary, go to the stage, not rush onto the track.

What is the explanation for the white shadow in Chapter 40?

"Unless there are unforeseen circumstances such as an earthquake, tsunami, Conan turning back, or Ultraman beating up a monster, contestant number one has already secured victory. Let's focus on the other contestants... Phew, commentating is really tiring. Keep going, only one kilometer left!"

On the track, Bai Ying bid a friendly farewell and turned back in the opposite direction, getting further and further away from the finish line. In the blink of an eye, he was pulled far ahead of the track and field athletes. Unless he breaks the human world record, attracts visits from medical experts, embarks on a legendary path of being hailed as the ultimate human being and making a fortune in magazines, and is dissected and made into a specimen after his death, there is absolutely no way he can catch up.

Objectively, Bai Ying gave up the competition in advance, but subjectively, there was a subtle feeling that the track and field athletes were too strong and lost their appeal, so the commentators gave up on them.

Contestant No. 1: "..."

In order not to be overtaken by Bai Ying carrying a microphone and a speaker, he gritted his teeth and did his best, performing beyond his usual level. Now that he was sure he wouldn't be overtaken, he felt a strange sense of loss.

It's like spending hours to reach the summit, only to find the view from the top pales in comparison at first glance.

So, what impressed me most was the process of my own arduous climb?

The first runner sighed slightly, then suddenly realized—damn it! This is a long-distance race at the sports festival, what am I thinking?

"The second runner from the Literature Department is more than half a lap behind the first place, but he is still running hard! People will remember the first place winner, but I will remember myself as the second place winner. What a strong spirit and fighting will! It makes people want to cheer for him loudly!"

After shouting encouragement, Bai Ying continued running backward to meet the other contestants. His posture, with a microphone in one hand and a speaker in the other, resembled that of a war correspondent, clearly indicating he wasn't there to compete.

"Run forward, facing cold stares and ridicule; how can one feel the vastness of life without experiencing hardship!"

He even sang songs that were loud yet hoarse, hysterical yet stubborn!

Is this the style of the competition?!

Confused, contestant number one crossed the finish line, which few people paid attention to, and looked up at the sky speechlessly.

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Humans, who lack hair, are generally known for their endurance in the animal kingdom, but there are inevitably some special individuals who are neither endurance-wise nor particularly long-lived.

The final gap in high school long-distance running races is often so large that it can be measured in minutes rather than seconds.

People who run fast breathe in a controlled manner, have plenty of energy, and know how to run. After running 3000 meters, they only need to hold their knees and catch their breath for a while.

Those who run slowly go fast and slow, their breathing is irregular, it's more like they're enduring rather than running. In physical education class, during the long-distance running test, they desperately wait for the PE teacher to hand them a lifeline: "You don't have to run anymore, your score is xx".

So where is the PE teacher?!

The last runner struggled along, maintaining a swinging arm and leg running posture, but his speed was hard to describe.

Impulsiveness is indeed a big no-no.

When I signed up, I was only thinking about a mere 3,000 meters!

On the track, I was thinking, "This is the 3000-meter race!"

This is going to cost you 3000!

Has anyone announced the race is over early? Have they all finished running?

Contestant number seven was panting heavily, taking one breath after another, and taking one step at a time with his head tilted back.

Hoo, Ha... ×2.

Huh? My breathing is echoing?

Contestant number seven glanced to the side instinctively.

A white figure, drenched in sweat, also moved forward with difficulty, still holding a microphone and carrying a speaker: "The race... phew, it's in the final stage, about 400 meters left. This is a front-line report, the athletes from Class H are heading towards the finish line..."

You're really pushing yourself too hard!

Contestant number seven took a deep breath.

"The last runner is moving forward, moving forward!" Despite his exhaustion, his voice remained passionate. Bai Ying ran while glancing to the side, adding his commentary, "Sweat streamed down his face, he had long forgotten how to breathe, instinctively swallowing air like a fish leaping ashore. Although he swayed, he was still moving forward, even knowing that he was just an insignificant curtain call in a movie. His eyes, which were repeatedly flooded with sweat, still shone with an unwavering light!"

"Forward! Forward! Since we cannot achieve universally acknowledged success, let us seize our own victory!"

His voice was hoarse but powerful, weary yet resounding, echoing across the playground.

Contestant #7: No! I didn't! If a teacher comes and says the competition is over, I'll immediately run to the grass, lie down, and wait to die!

I glanced around the track subconsciously. Damn! Why are so many people watching this boring and long race? Isn't the most exciting part of a race the start and the finish line?!

That's right, with Bai Ying accompanying and commentating throughout the entire match, there wasn't a single dull moment. She could be passionate and inspiring, showcasing the invincible aura of the first-place winner, or she could tease each player and even sing to cheer them on. She could talk non-stop for several minutes without taking a breath, single-handedly creating a joyful and enthusiastic atmosphere.

Why are there so many viewers? Are you all bored?!

Contestant number seven swallowed hard, struggling forward while turning his head to whisper, "Um, huff... Bai, I can't run anymore... Think of something..."

Bai Ying temporarily took the microphone away from her mouth and stood side by side with him: "Do you want to end the competition without losing face? Let me write you a diary entry?"

Although the metaphor is a bit strange, the meaning is conveyed.

Contestant number seven nodded, feeling a bit oxygen-deprived, as if he were teetering on the brink of elimination at any moment... He needed to find a way to exit the competition. He didn't want a tragic ending like "I was so strong that I could not move mountains, but the time was not right and my steed would not go," but at least a helpless ending like "It was not my fault in battle, but Heaven's will."

Add a touch of linguistic artistry to objective reality.

"Phew... I heard you're setting up an aid department... cough, helping others is a joy..."

Contestant number seven squeezed through the gap and made a request: "I'd like to make a request..."

"That's no problem. If you stumble and fall forward, I'll catch you. We can take a shortcut to end the game."

Oh, as expected of Bai, he can come up with such a trick in the blink of an eye... I mean, a brilliant plan!

Player number seven is already thinking about how to fall flat on his face.

"But is it really okay?" Bai Ying glanced at the spectators on the playground, looking around. "I wonder if the girl you're interested in is watching the game..."

"Cough-cough-!"

My sense of shame suddenly intensified, burning through my attempts to thicken my skin.

Runner number seven coughed a few times, took a step forward and accelerated, only a few hundred meters left! No problem!

"The final sprint! The last runners! The final stretch!"

Bai Ying's commentary followed closely, deafeningly loud: "What a heroic spirit! Even though he's the only one on the track, he still wants to run towards the finish line! In the eyes of contestant number seven, this is no longer a race, but a test for himself!"

"The wind whistles in your ears, sweat drips from your eyes, your broken breaths forcefully propel your swaying body forward, with a do-or-die determination! Don't ask where the shortcut is, or where the rugged and treacherous paths lie; ahead lies a smooth road!"

"The warriors, striding triumphantly, are marching towards the summit!"

Damn it! Don't give me any more drama!

Runner number seven ran even faster. In his swaying vision, he could vaguely sense that he wasn't running very fast, but he was panting all over and his vision was blurry, giving him the illusion of riding a roller coaster.

"Come on! Come on! We're almost there!"

"So fierce! Charge!"

"Just a little bit! Just a little bit!"

On the grass beside the track, several boys appeared out of nowhere, running and shouting.

They were all acquaintances, the kind who addressed each other like father and son.

Contestant number seven trudged along with a ferocious expression. Even though his brain was slow to process due to lack of oxygen, he still felt a surge of relief and cheered on his father, saying, "Thank you for your filial piety!"

"The last hundred meters! The last hundred meters! The indomitable challenger is about to reach his loyal finish line!"

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Before I knew it, the number of people cheering and encouraging them had increased. Rows of people lined up on the grass inside the track, and if I looked around for a moment, I could spot quite a few familiar faces from my class.

Whether it was a joke, joining in the fun, or a serious attempt to cheer himself on, runner number seven couldn't tell. He just felt his blood boiling and squeezed out a few more ounces of strength, thinking that he should push himself harder and finish the men's long-distance race as soon as possible.

Huh? She's here too?

Contestant number seven instantly caught his breath, his expression somewhat ferocious, and took a large stride forward, attempting to cross the finish line with a more elegant posture.

Then my legs went weak.

send!

Bai Ying reached out and steadied the other person's unbalanced body, placing the speaker that was in his hand on the track. He then stood up forcefully and brought the other person back to a standing position.

Startled contestant number seven hadn't even had a chance to say thank you when he felt the force supporting his body suddenly change direction and then erupt like a volcano.

"You've run over 2,900 meters, leave the last few dozen meters to me! Winners, spectators, witness the final sprint—oh oh oh oh oh!!"

The white figure half-supported, half-dragged, leading contestant number seven towards the finish line.

Contestant number seven managed to catch his breath midway through, bracing himself and speeding up alongside his partner.

Twenty meters! Fifteen meters! Ten meters...

Before the finish line, a glint flashed in Bai Ying's eyes. With a twist of his waist, he changed from running side by side to running side by side with one in front of the other. After two or three steps, he crossed the finish line first, followed closely by runner number seven.

"It's Bai Ying! In the final sprint, Bai Ying from the Red Team crossed the finish line ahead of the Red Team players by a narrow margin! WIN!"

The white figure cheered, clapped for itself, and ran off happily.

Contestant No. 7: "?"

Red team vs. white team? A showdown? Competition? Are they vying for second to last place?

Whatever you say, it's fine. After all, it's Bai Tongxue. I'm so tired, I just want to lie down first...

"Don't lie down! Don't lie down!"

Damn it! Let me lie down!

Contestant number seven looked up, panting, and saw a familiar figure. He tried to steady his weak legs, but he was too out of breath to speak.

"Have some water, and be sure to drink it slowly!"

……

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"I'm dead..."

The white figure called out weakly.

"Others run three thousand meters, how many meters did Haku-kun run?" Yukino Yukinoshita (Mai) handed over the water, sneering repeatedly, "Haku-kun is having a lot of fun, isn't he?"

"Glug glug glug—Phew, I'm alive!"

Bai Ying tilted his head back and exhaled a puff of hot air, sighing, "It's a pity. If I could have a duel with you, the competition would have been much more interesting."

"Does that kind of thing need to be compared?" Yukino Yukinoshita snorted, handing over the prepared towel. She noticed that the usually invincible, energetic, and lively Yukino was indeed exhausted, her chest heaving and sweat pouring out. "So much sweat, you must be tired."

"I just didn't wipe it, it's not tiring."

The white figure vigorously wiped his face with a towel, exuding a sense of knight fighting against a towel.

I just wiped it clean, and sweat started pouring out again.

Bai Ying wiped her face again: "I belong to the water element. I look like I'm sweating a lot, but I'm not actually tired."