Chapter 100 - Sports Meet (2/2)

There were plenty of tourists there who had been curious upon hearing ‘Thief’. However, seeing the ‘thief’ pulled the girl along, their expressions went solemn.

“Is he stealing people?”

“But why does the girl look overjoyed?!”

“It makes no sense! Are all youths nowadays this creative?”

The heart-stealing couple ran for a few hundred meters before they stopped. The guy was huffing while the girl seemingly in much better shape. She looked cheerfully contented as she puckered her lips. “How romantic!”

“Romantic my ass!”

The guy sat down with a face full of fear. “Do you know who I just saw? The iron hero! You almost killed me, don’t you know?”

“Huh? What are the chances?” The girl thought for a moment. “Then you can thoroughly punish me in a while!”

The next day was Mr. Ma’s class.

Zhang Zhou Wei, who was beside Meng Fan whispered to him. “What’s up with you? Didn’t you log out of stream around ten o’clock, why didn’t you come home for so long?”

“I was busy.”

Meng Fan simply responded and concentrated on Mr. Ma’s class.

Mr. Ma had an incredible professional ability, plus his course was relevant to manga creation, which was what Meng Fan urgently needed at the moment. His focus in this class exceeded the first class of the university.

Mr. Ma had originally thought this fatty was just pretending to be interested. But since he’d been shackled by Meng Fan’s sense of existence, he had called on Meng Fan a dozen or so times in every class. Every answer Meng Fan had provided was not only accurate but was well thought through. Mr. Ma was happy to see this.

After the class had ended, the counselor came in.

Waving the list in their hands, the counselor said in a concise manner, “Friday is the school’s sports meet and this is our class’s registration form. The requirements state a minimum of five participants to report to a minimum of ten activities.”

“Does it have to be so harsh?” Zhang Zhou Wei asked jokingly.

The counselor smiled bitterly. “Shut up, if we aren’t harsh, it would be the same as last year where two people signed up. Hurry up and stop talking nonsense. Since you asked, you have to enter one sport.”

The counselor then proceeded to place the registration on Zhang Zhou Wei’s desk.

The rest of the forms were handed to Wang Ya Nan. She took Wang Ya Nan’s hands in hers. “Ya Nan, I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Immediately, she ducked out.

The HuaXia art academy always held a sports meet every year after the October 1st holiday, and it was always grand in scale.

Only, this grandness was only present in the format of the meet. For example, the opening ceremony, the special entrances, creative costumes and layout—and the arts and crafts sales around the venue, etc. It was definitely a sight to see. At any minute, it can give you the feeling of a luxe carnival. But the actual content of the sports portion was lacking.

It wasn’t to say that art students do not exercise, but a lower proportion of athletes were undeniable. At least in Meng Fan’s class, there were very few sports enthusiasts, and they weren’t that skilled either.

Except for Small Dot, Jiao Yan Ran.

“Dot.”

When Wang Ya Nan received the registration forms, the first person she’d thought of was Dot. And it wasn’t just her, as the whole class shared the same thought as well.

Towering at 181 cm, Dot smiled shyly and picked up the form. She was an indispensable asset for every sports meet. Even during freshman year, when nobody knew of her provincial volleyball player status, they would still think of her first. After all, her stature spoke for itself.

As for Meng Fan, who was even taller than Jiao Yan Ran, he had been straight up ignored. How can someone so fat have any sports-related cells in their body? They didn’t even consider him for shot put.

Of course, that was during freshman and sophomore year. It was different now. Who didn’t knew that he ran from Hangzhou to Shanghai to watch a concert?!

Running fever!

After Jiao Yan Ran received the registration form, the whole class looked to Meng Fan.

Wang Ya Nan smiled as she handed the forms to Meng Fan. “Meng Fan, I’m counting on you!”

But someone had beat her to it. It was Zhang Zhou Wei.

“Fatty, I took this one for you.”