Zhou Zhiyi’s worst fear was spoken aloud by Chu Hui at that moment. He froze, unsure what to say, and sank into silence.

The infirmary was unnervingly quiet. Chu Hui waited for Zhou Zhiyi to speak, but he chose silence. Mu Shiqi slept peacefully. The only sound was the faint noise from the nurse’s headphones.

“Um… did I say something wrong?” Chu Hui asked, seeing his silence. She sounded like a little girl who’d made a mistake.

*Why are you so kind? You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?* Zhou Zhiyi thought inwardly. He picked up the potato chips again, forcing himself back to normal.

“What’s the big deal? I was just joking, acting all deep. No need to be so serious,” Zhou Zhiyi said with a forced chuckle. “By the way, do they even announce fourth place in races these days?”

“Don’t you know, Zhou Zhiyi? In the men’s 4000-meter race, the top five all get medals,” Chu Hui replied, relieved.

“The top five get medals?”

“Yeah, our school does that every year,” Chu Hui said, her expression sincere, stating a fact. “After all, running 4000 meters is really tough, isn’t it?”

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiyi finally understood the truth.

Without a doubt, that Rascal Lolita God had tampered with the students’ memories again.

He didn’t recall their school having such a ridiculous rule—medals for fourth place?

What a joke!

Now Zhou Zhiyi knew why Qin Huan and Wang Shiyi had said getting into the top five would earn a reward. He was the only one kept in the dark!

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Zhou Zhiyi said, unable to voice his true thoughts, so he just agreed.

But wasn’t the protagonist’s aura a bit too overpowered? Could Wu Feng, with his otaku’s frail physique, really snatch fourth place in the last two laps? Was that even normal?

Of course it wasn’t normal, but there was nothing he could do.

“Um, Zhou Zhiyi, are you really okay?” Chu Hui asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“You seem different from usual.”

“Women’s intuition again?” Zhou Zhiyi smiled. “But this time, you’re overthinking it.”

“Then I’m relieved,” Chu Hui said with a bright smile, as if completely reassured.

“How long will you be here, Chu Hui?”

“Probably the whole morning,” she replied after thinking.

“What a coincidence. I’ll probably wake up around noon after sleeping,” Zhou Zhiyi said with a faint smile. “Sorry, I’m a bit tired. I’ll nap first.”

“Perfect. Then the rest of the snacks are all mine,” Chu Hui said, holding the potato chips. Zhou Zhiyi couldn’t help but smile.

*Is there really a beautiful girl who loves snacks this much?*

Actually, Zhou Zhiyi didn’t really want to sleep. He just didn’t feel like talking. He felt tired and feared he might say something inappropriate to Chu Hui, like he did to Liu Muyu that time.

Chu Hui soon fell asleep too, not finishing the snacks as she’d said. Zhou Zhiyi carefully got off the bed and walked to the window, gazing at the distant playground.

Many events were happening on the field. Students competed hard to win honors for their classes. Zhou Zhiyi used to think such things didn’t matter, but now he felt envious. Maybe it was due to his second male lead’s Fate Mark.

Zhou Zhiyi didn’t know when his foot injury would heal, but he had a strong desire: to participate in an event, even a team one.

He finally had the Fate Mark of a sporty second male lead. Wouldn’t it be a waste not to use it?

Zhou Zhiyi thought this, but he didn’t know if the Rascal Lolita God would give him a chance to showcase his skills…