Zhou Zhiyi was shocked Liu Muyu would join the mixed-gender 4x100 relay.

Not just because she was the serious type who rarely smiled.

A bigger issue gnawed at him: why join a team with me on it?

Logically, she should hate me. So why this move?

Had the Rascal Lolita God ordered her? But why pair me—a mere second male lead—in the 4x100?

Shouldn’t perks like this go to the protagonist?

Zhou Zhiyi couldn’t picture Liu Muyu as tsundere. He wasn’t the male lead; novel twists like that never happened to him. His only hope now was winning over Qin Huan, likely the second heroine—though it seemed impossibly tough.

He still couldn’t pin down this world’s genre. If he knew, he wouldn’t rack his brains so hard.

School romance? Magic battles? White Album drama? Love triangle? Pure love? Harem?

Terms flooded his mind, but none fit.

So far, this world’s twists felt bizarre. A bad omen crept over Zhou Zhiyi.

He sensed something unexpected would happen at the sports festival.

“Anyone left for the long-distance run?” Liu Yongxue’s voice snapped him back to reality, yanking him from his fantasy.

“I’m picking now.” Liu Yongxue scanned the silent classroom—only scattered, half-hearted cheers answered.

Zhou Zhiyi’s heart skipped. He feared a manga cliché: the heroine shouting the male lead’s name.

But honestly, wouldn’t the protagonist just ignore it?

“Then… you, Li Han.”

Li Han? The sports-idiot sitting ahead of me?

Wait… isn’t he the main character?

“Teacher, no! I’m already in high jump!”

“Aren’t two events allowed per person?”

“But I suck at long runs!” Li Han blurted. “I’m no speed demon like Zhou Zhiyi.”

“You’re the speed demon! Your whole family are!” Zhou Zhiyi shot back, unable to hold his tongue.

“Protest denied!”

“How can this be…” Li Han groaned. The dismissal bell rang right after, sealing the roster.

“Wu Feng, you’re skipping everything again?” Zhou Zhiyi asked.

“What else? I’ve said it—I don’t have your off-the-charts stamina.”

“Is winning really that important?” Qin Huan sighed. “And you’re so lacking in confidence.”

“I’m just ordinary!”

“Pfft.” Zhou Zhiyi choked on his water mid-sip, spitting it out.

Ordinary? If you’re ordinary, what does that make me?

“What’s so funny?” Wu Feng stared, genuinely puzzled—as if he truly didn’t know he was the male lead.

Good acting.

“Nothing. Just remembered something silly,” Zhou Zhiyi deflected. “Qin Huan, practicing today too?”

“Obviously. Unlike you, I can’t slack off and still breeze through.”

“I train regularly, okay?”

Like hell. You just remember me “training” all the time.

“Hmph. As if I don’t train.”

Really? I doubt it… You were panting after a few laps yesterday.

“So… same time tonight? Don’t stand me up.”

“Of course.” A faint blush colored Qin Huan’s cheeks. “Don’t stand me up.”