"You—what are you doing?!"

After a brief moment of shock, Qin Huan pointed at Chu Xinyue and shouted loudly, revealing a thoroughly unladylike side.

"What I'm doing isn't Qin Huan's business, is it?" Chu Xinyue said casually, then called out to the field, "Xiao Feng, do your best for the harem!"

"If Wu Feng makes the top five, I—I won't mind if he gropes my chest!"

Zhou Zhiyi nearly stumbled in fright at those words. But it wasn't Qin Huan who spoke—it was their class monitor, Wang Shiyi.

Wang Shiyi stood 173 cm tall, towering among the girls. Her bronze skin rivaled Qin Huan's fair, smooth complexion. Her figure was perfectly curvy yet firm. Her eyes held a steely resolve unlike ordinary girls, radiating a unique allure. She was a key contender for gold at this sports meet, just like Zhou Zhiyi.

Zhou Zhiyi had no idea what prompted her words or what she truly thought. But he felt this world was undeniably a harem story.

Thankfully, Qin Huan stayed silent.

"Why is that bastard Wu Feng so popular?!"

"Is Wu Feng some kind of pervert?"

"What's he blackmailing them with?"

...

The boys erupted into jealous chatter, but Zhou Zhiyi had no interest in joining. No orders required it.

"How can even the class monitor act like this..."

Qin Huan stared at Wang Shiyi, doubting reality, her face crimson as a beet.

"Wu Feng, if you make top five, I'll... I'll show you my underwear!"

Qin Huan blurted it out, scarlet-faced, words so shameless they'd never escape her lips normally.

Zhou Zhiyi's stomach cramped violently. The pain felt like firecrackers exploding inside him, cold sweat beading on his brow.

Though harem plots demanded everyone's participation, hearing Qin Huan say it still hurt. He knew it was inevitable—but couldn't accept it.

Logically, Wu Feng shouldn't be able to speed up now...

Zhou Zhiyi clutched his stomach, thinking this. Then, dramatically, Wu Feng sprinted as if hopped up on something. Yes, you heard right—sprinting.

Zhou Zhiyi couldn't believe Wu Feng had such explosive power. Since when was this otaku capable? Are you kidding me? He finally grasped "protagonist aura"—Wu Feng's actions made no sense, and needed none.

He saw Qin Huan sitting rigidly in her seat, face blazing. Exaggeratedly, steam seemed to rise from her head.

Zhou Zhiyi decided he couldn't watch this race any longer.

"Teacher Liu."

"What is it?"

"My stomach hurts. I'll head to the infirmary."

"Stomachache? Be careful—your foot's injured too," Liu Yongxue said worriedly. "Should a classmate help you?"

"I'm fine. I can walk."

Zhou Zhiyi declined her offer and left Class 4's spot, deafening cheers and shouts echoing behind him.