The mixed 4x100 relay was always the school sports meet's highlight, usually held on day two. But this time, for some unknown reason, it was moved to day one—right as Zhou Zhiyi sat down.

This wasn't coincidence. Zhou Zhiyi knew the Rascal Lolita God was behind it. If she wanted him to watch, he had to watch.

Each class had to field four runners: two boys and two girls. Most classes sent their fastest students. But Class 4, Zhou Zhiyi's class, was different.

Among Meng Nuan, Liu Muyu, Qin Huan, and Wu Feng, only Meng Nuan was a genuinely strong runner. Liu Muyu was new, so her skill was unknown. The other two were barely filling in.

Qin Huan had run daily that week, but her progress wasn't as big as she thought. At least, Zhou Zhiyi felt that way.

With so many classes, the race split into two groups. The champion would be the fastest overall.

Grouping seemed minor, but it mattered. A weaker group meant less pressure. Seeing others fall behind bred complacency—a deadly trap in races.

Luckily, their group had strong teams. Though Zhou Zhiyi didn't feel lucky.

Zhou Zhiyi watched Qin Huan from the sidelines, feeling slightly nervous. Qin Huan ran first leg; Wu Feng ran third. No direct link meant Qin Huan's mistakes probably wouldn't happen.

Liu Muyu was anchor leg. This surprised Zhou Zhiyi at first. But after a moment, it made perfect plot sense.

Liu Muyu and Wu Feng rarely interacted. This relay gave them a chance. The anticipated scene would likely unfold soon.

"On your marks, set." The serious starter put his whistle to his lips. "Go!"

The whistle blew. All first-leg runners sprinted off, Qin Huan included. Her ample chest jiggled heavily with each stride—a signature sight for busty girls, absent in flat-chested ones.

Qin Huan wasn't fast, but her drenched body showed she was giving it her all.

"Go, Qin Huan!"

"Go, go!"

"Keep it up!"

The cheers were all the same. Zhou Zhiyi joined in, unable to think of anything unique.

He couldn't yell, "Win first place, and I'll show you my naked body!" That'd be sexual harassment, plain and simple.

Thinking this, Zhou Zhiyi deeply grasped the boy-girl divide.

Even spurred by cheers, Qin Huan ran desperately but only reached fourth place in her seven-class group. She passed the baton to Meng Nuan.

Then Meng Nuan sprinted like a rocket, as if her life depended on it. Her running style was so flamboyant, Zhou Zhiyi almost laughed.

Some classmates chuckled—except Zhou Zhiyi.

"Ohhh! Ride this momentum!"

Hey, Li Han, Zhou Zhiyi thought, you're a sports newbie. Don't spout shonen manga lines.

"Go!"

Others just shouted "Go!" louder and louder. By the final leg, the noise would peak.

True to her skill, Meng Nuan boosted Class 4 to second place in just 100 meters.

Finally, it was Liu Muyu's turn.

"Go, Liu Muyu!"

"Go!"

"Overtake Class 6! Win first!"

Zhou Zhiyi had expected few cheers for Liu Muyu—she had no friends in class. But he was wrong.

Wu Yuyang shouted the loudest. Zhou Zhiyi thought his voice might go hoarse.

Liu Muyu ran surprisingly fast, exceeding Zhou Zhiyi's expectations—and everyone else's.

But what benefit would this bring the male lead? Zhou Zhiyi wondered.

Then—the unexpected happened.

Liu Muyu fell.