The classroom was deathly quiet, the entire class holding their breath as if awaiting judgment.

And all this was because of me.

“Well then, if no one volunteers, I’ll start calling names,” Liu Yongxue’s familiar voice echoed from the podium. “Same old rule: no objections once your name is called.”

Familiar words, familiar scene, familiar faces—it felt like transmigration. Zhou Zhiyi, as if he’d truly transmigrated, already knew whose name would come next.

No need to guess…

“Wu Feng it is.”

“Hey, why me?”

“Aren’t you Zhou Zhiyi’s best friend? It’s only right.”

“But I can’t run long distances or 4x100 relays!”

“Do you think anyone left in class actually can?”

“…”

Speechless, Wu Feng fell silent.

This plot twist left no room for refusal—maybe that Rascal Lolita God had already given him orders.

“Alright then, do your best!” Liu Yongxue declared. No objections, just as she’d said.

It all started that morning. I’d gone to play basketball as usual and sprained my ankle.

Now everything made sense.

Sure enough, school sports days never let the second male lead steal the spotlight…

Now the male lead got his chance to shine, a joy for youth romance readers.

But Zhou Zhiyi felt no happiness at all.

He should’ve seen this coming after all those manga and novels he’d read.

“I’m sorry, but I have to rely on you,” Zhou Zhiyi said weakly, hating his Fate Mark as the second male lead more than ever.

Had he really hoped for a change?

“Got it. Just focus on healing,” Wu Feng replied, flashing an OK sign.

“Is your injury really okay? Shouldn’t you rest?” Liang Yunqi asked worriedly, fearing Zhou Zhiyi’s condition might worsen.

“I’m fine.”

Zhou Zhiyi’s ankle wasn’t badly hurt—just painful enough to walk, perfectly timed to keep him from any races. The perfect wound to make him miserable.

“Are you really okay?” Qin Huan asked after class. “I told you to be careful.”

*Did you actually say that?*

“This is nothing to me.”

“Then I’m relieved,” Qin Huan said, patting her chest. “Wu Feng, you joined anyway? Why not sign up earlier?”

“How was I supposed to know?”

“So training tonight?”

“If I skip training, I’ll get crushed.”

“Aren’t you already an idiot?”

“…”

Just as expected… Zhou Zhiyi watched Qin Huan and Wu Feng banter, turning to the window. Outside, the view was unexpectedly bright.

“Why are you chatting so happily with my boyfriend in front of his official girlfriend?” Chu Xinyue pouted cutely, clearly annoyed.

“I never said you’re my girlfriend.”

*Damn, isn’t she perfect?*

“Xiao Feng’s so not straightforward,” Chu Xinyue pointed at Qin Huan. “Chatting up the mistress.”

“Who are you calling the mistress?” Qin Huan’s darkened expression appeared before us, as if a battle was about to erupt…