Logically, his own contribution should have been the greatest, yet the one who benefited was Wu Feng.

Zhou Zhiyi felt a hint of helplessness inside, but not enough to spark real anger.

Still, the last runner deserved this treatment, right?

"Need me to help you to the infirmary?" Li Han extended his hand, his words dripping with meticulous care.

Only this sports idiot is showing concern for me?

I really can’t tell if I’m lucky or unlucky…

"Just wait a moment," Zhou Zhiyi said with a bitter smile. He wanted to see if Qin Huan would come over.

The hope was slim, but even the tiniest hope was worth holding onto.

Zhou Zhiyi had no heart for his class’s raucous celebration, so he scanned the surroundings. Classes One and Two were excited too, but they paled next to his own.

Deng Mowei was surrounded by classmates, yet through the gaps, Zhou Zhiyi caught his awkward expression.

After all, he’d lost his class’s first place—but he probably never expected to lose to Wu Feng.

Zhou Zhiyi knew it wouldn’t matter even if he’d run faster. Wu Feng wasn’t about to drop this championship.

Beyond that, Zhou Zhiyi spotted Wu Yuyang in Class Four. He was chatting with a friend, not joining his class’s cheers.

Then Zhou Zhiyi glanced at the railing—and glimpsed a pink skirt.

The pink skirt fluttered slightly in the breeze, revealing childish bear-patterned underwear.

Lucky to have wind on such a scorching day.

But Zhou Zhiyi froze in surprise when he recognized the girl’s face—Chu Hui.

Their eyes met. Chu Hui’s cute face flushed crimson, even her ears burning red. As if denying something, she shook her head and vanished at phantom speed.

Hey, why run? You’ve got a high fever…

Though her coming to school might mean the fever broke.

Or not. Zhou Zhiyi knew how stubborn she was—it was hard to say.

"Zhou Zhiyi, your foot’s injured. Let me take you to the infirmary," Wu Feng rushed over like an ambulance. "Or straight home, if you prefer."

Worst-case scenario. I’d rather die than let you help me!

If I’d known this, I’d have taken that sports idiot Li Han’s offer!

"No need. It’s not serious," Zhou Zhiyi insisted, forcing a slightly exaggerated smile.

He regretted it instantly. Did this mean he’d have to hobble home alone?

That’s worse than Wu Feng’s help!

"Really okay?"

"Really okay." Zhou Zhiyi couldn’t back down now, so he replied with a faint smile.

I started this act—I’ll see it through, tears and all.

"Alright, I’ll buy you a soda. Coming?"

"Kid, feeling generous now?"

"Just asking if you’re coming."

"If you’re treating? How could I refuse?"

Zhou Zhiyi struggled to stand, his feet silently screaming in pain only he could hear.

Thankfully, the sports meet was almost over. Otherwise, enduring this would’ve been a real hassle…