Chapter 101 - The Probability of Winning (1/2)

Everyone knew of Meng Fan’s running feats, so he had nothing to hold back. He smiled and accepted the forms Wang Ya Nan handed to him. As for Zhang Zhou Wei’s form, he pretended not to see it.

“Well, that’s awkward.”

Zhang Zhou Wei smiled bashfully as he folded the forms into an airplane. Just as he was about to throw it, the menacing glare from Wang Ya Nan came. He immediately unfolded it, but during the process, on purpose or not, the paper tore apart.

“Uhm. I didn’t do it on purpose.” Zhang Zhou Wei looked innocent.

“It’s okay.”

Wang Ya Nan was overly composed as she smiled and handed him another form. “We’ve got plenty of forms to go around.”

With this, Zhang Zhou Wei did not dare to try anymore shenanigans.

After a while, Wang Ya Nan handed out the registration forms like military tasks. Any guy who looked slightly strong had a form in their hands. Two other girls aside from Jiao Yan Ran also accepted forms. It had far exceeded five.

“I’ll make a group. Please try to fill out the forms and hand it to me before the evening.” In a moment, Wang Ya Nan had made a group. She had also taken a form. “There are eight of us in total, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to register for ten sports. Everyone must participate in at least one, while the other two should do what they can. Of course, the more the better. Everyone should try their best and focus on participation, regardless of the results.”

“After joining the group, anyone who needs to organize a group to a last-minute practice can send a message.” Wang Ya Nan took Jiao Yan Ran’s hand. “From now on, Dot will be our temporary coach.”

Jiao Yan Ran smiled shyly and nodded.

An ex provincial athlete should have no problem training this bunch of rookies.

Only this bunch was not very invested in the training, as they only wanted to participate and get it over with without any desire for good results. They didn’t even have the intention to make a last-minute effort.

What could Wang Ya Nan do, but force Zhang Zhou Wei to practice. “Go run with Meng Fan in the afternoon!”

“I… Okay!”

Zhang Zhou Wei couldn’t rebel. Initially, he wanted to ‘sell’ the form he had. For example, he wanted to ‘sell’ it to Chen Da Qiang. But now the prospect was bleak.

Zhang Zhou Wei bitterly followed Meng Fan to eat. “What are you going to sign up for?”

“I’ll see.”

The form had all the activities for the sports meet.

The sports meet consisted mostly of track and field events. After the track meet events were over, there would be an exhibitional basketball match alongside ping-pong, badminton, etc with each department as their respective teams.

Track and field usually incorporate all the track races, field events, and all-around competitions. However, the Hua Xia art academy had no all-around entries.

Track and field races were easily distinguishable. Anything that required height and distance was classified as field races, mainly jumping and throwing. Anything that was based on time was considered field events, such as running and walking. It was just that HuaXia Academy had no walking competition.

The HuaXia sports meet’s track events were separated into 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, 800 meters, 1500 meters, 3,000 meters, 5,000 meters, and 4*100 meters, as well as, 110 meters hurdles (male), 100 meters hurdles (female). The track events included long jump, triple jump, high jump, shot put, and javelin.

There was not much to say for the track events; there wasn’t even a 10,000 category. As for the field events, there were no pole vault, hammer throw, or discus throw categories either.

Meng Fan almost jumped out of his skin when he went to the track after he finished his class. There were way more people than usual. Nobody from his class did a last-minute practice, but there were hardworking people from other departments.

People were jumping hurdles, throwing shot puts, discuses, javelins, and other activities one didn’t normally see. Right now, the majority seemed to be practicing discus throws and javelin, circling the middle of the field.

On the track, people were sprinting and practicing one after the other in different directions. With so many people running in reverse, how could anyone run!

Meng Fan gave up. It was best to run along the road.

“Meng Fan.”

As he was about to leave, someone called his name. He looked over to see Jiao Yan Ran and Wang Ya Nan.

“Zhou Wei isn’t with you?” Seeing Meng Fan by himself, Wang Ya Nan’s face darkened. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and called him, screaming several words before hanging up. In a moment, her expression changed into a smile as she faced Meng Fan. “You’re so hardworking.”

‘Hardworking? This is all a day’s work.’

Jiao Xiao Ran, who usually didn’t talk much, took the initiative to ask Meng Fan. “What category did you sign up for?”

Meng Fan shook his head and responded honestly, “I haven’t decided yet.”