Other than Shen Chilie, the Duan Jiayan's team had no other competitors.

At the end of the competition, it was just him and Shen Chilie competing.

Both of them were good-looking, and one of them was even the school bully. Many people gathered around to watch with interest. Many of the girls' eyes were shining.

In the last lift, the Duan Jiayan barely missed it. Shen Chilie touched the pole.

It was a close victory.

Shen Chilie didn't mind losing to him. After the competition, he put his hand on his shoulder and said, "My son is still the best."

Duan Jiayan avoided him and said, "Go away. Your pheromones are overflowing."

Shen Chilie said, "Remember this smell. It's my father's scent."

Duan Jiayan said, "Go away."

After the high jump, the Duan Jiayan went to the toilet to pee. Then he walked to the base camp of Class 10. Before he reached it, he saw a large group of people gathered together.

It seemed that something had happened.

"What's wrong?" Duan Jiayan asked as he walked closer.

"Zhou Xingchen was walking and playing with his phone. He accidentally sprained his ankle," the girl next to him said worriedly. "He might not be able to run the 3000 meters."

Duan Jiayan also looked over.

Zhou Xingchen sat on a chair. Lu Xingci asked him about his condition.

Duan Jiayan looked at Zhou Xingchen and nodded.

Lu Xingci, on the other hand, calmed down and said, "How are you going to run?

Are you going to cross the finish line with your sprained ankle?

If you really cross the finish line, the school should give you an award for being physically disabled. "

"…" The surrounding students were all concerned about his ankle. Zhou Xingchen was already ashamed. After hearing Lu Xingci's words, he became even more dejected.

Lu Xingci looked at him for a moment, then reached out his hand. "Give me your account number."

"Don't do that, Lu Ge. You just finished the 800m." Zhou Xingchen shook his head. "Let Chen Yue calculate it for me. Where is Chen Yue?"

"He went for the shot put assessment."

"…" Zhou Xingchen was silent for a moment. He was unwilling to give his account number to Lu Xingci.

Seeing this scene, a boy took the initiative to say,

"Do you want me to run?

But I'm not as fast as Zhou Xingchen, so I might not be able to get a good ranking. "

"Don't bother, brother. I'll run. With your speed, those who don't know might think that this is a race between the tortoise and the hare." The boy said as he was about to take the number.

"GG, do you really think you're better than me?

Last time, who ran 1500 and couldn't wait to lie on the field like a corpse? "

"…"

"I can run too, but I'm afraid I can't outrun the sports class …"

"Both the 3000 and 1500 meters are worth 5 points, right?

Just like the relay race, these are the three events with the highest scores in the sports meet. "

Hearing their words, a girl rationally analyzed, "The girls in our class definitely can't outrun the sports class with 1500 meters. We'd better find a good boy for 3000 meters."

"The problem is, where can we find such a god?

It's only 10 minutes until the start — "

"I'll run for you." Duan Jiayan took a step forward and walked straight to Zhou Xingchen. "Give me your account number."

Seeing that it was him, the girls' eyes lit up. "Yes, yes, Duan Jiayan can run!"

The boys also seemed to have woken up from a dream. "Yeah, we forgot about Brother Duan."

Lu Xingci turned around and his gaze fell on Duan Jiayan's face.

Zhou Xingchen saw that it was Duan Jiayan, and his gaze wandered for a moment.

His rationality told him that giving his account number to Duan Jiayan was the best choice, but emotionally, he couldn't quite accept this person's help.

"The first place in the 3000 meters will get 5 points, the second place will get 3 points, and the third place will get 2 points."

Zhou Xingchen suddenly opened his mouth with a hint of provocation in his eyes. "If I run, I can at least get third place. What place can you get?"

Duan Jiayan lazily opened his eyes. "I'll get 5 points."