Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 594 - 590: Which Yard is This?

Chapter 594: Chapter 590: Which Yard is This?

Zhao Yuhua didn’t respond, merely nodding again before turning around and heading toward the competition area ahead.

This time, Zhao Yuhua also entered five events, registering for almost the same ones as him.

The men’s high jump area and the women’s high jump area were adjacent to each other, less than ten meters apart. Originally one field, it was divided down the middle, one side for men and the other for women.

Unsure whether the men’s or women’s event would start first, if the men’s began first, he definitely wanted to watch Zhao Yuhua jump and cheer for her.

Gazing blankly at Zhao Yuhua’s receding figure, Xiao Yi thought to himself.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a huge palm appear in his line of sight, waving in front of him.

Snapping back to reality, he turned his head to see the owner of the hand, frowned slightly, and unceremoniously slapped the hand away.

"Boss, she’s gone far away now, time to snap out of it."

Fatty Tang withdrew his hand, unfazed, and looked at Xiao Yi with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle that had an indescribable naughtiness to it.

"Boring."

Seeing Fatty Tang’s expression, Xiao Yi knew exactly what he meant. After what happened in the classroom last time, Fatty Tang had told him about it. Hearing Fatty Tang actually linking him and Zhao Yuhua together, he was initially dumbfounded, and it took him a while to come back to his senses before calling Fatty Tang an idiot.

Seeing his expression now, Xiao Yi didn’t bother to argue with him, simply turning his head and walking towards the field.

You say it’s not true?

You won’t admit it?

Boss, how can you be so unreasonable? Are you treating me like an idiot, or are you treating yourself like one? I caught that obvious flirting just now, and you still want to deny it?

I despise you!

Watching Xiao Yi leave with a cool flick of his head and his hands behind his back, heading toward the field, Fatty Tang raised his middle finger in his mind, thoroughly despising Xiao Yi, before hastily catching up with quick steps.

"Hey, dude, which school are you from? Which school do you think will win the championship this time?"

"Is that even a question? Definitely our Literature School, with Senior Brother Lin from our junior class. He was first last year and is on the school sports team."

"That’s not necessarily the case. Our School of Mathematics got a new freshman this year, Junior Brother Zhang, who was also specially recruited for his high jump skills..."

"......"

The athletes in the center of the field hadn’t fully entered yet, and the referees were still preparing inside. Outside, the audience had already started a heated debate, with one claiming their team would win and another defending theirs. Each person seemed to have full confidence in their athletes.

"All athletes from each school, please enter for roll call!"

As all the preparations were completed, the referee blew the first whistle, signaling the athletes’ gathering call.

In response to the referee’s whistle and command, the nearby athletes immediately started to enter the field in single file.

"See that? That’s our school’s Junior Brother Zhang, the tall and handsome one over there. What do you think? At first glance, doesn’t he look like a high jump champion?"

"That one, that’s our Senior Brother Lin, he was the champion of the last tournament, and this time, the champion will definitely still be his, Senior Brother Lin, go for it..."

"......"

As the athletes made their way to the center of the field, the emotions outside were once again stirred up. Those students from academies hopeful for a championship flushed with excitement and started to shout, some even beginning to chant their slogans loudly.

"Eh, which academy is that one from? Do they have no one else? Why would they send someone like that to compete?"

Suddenly, accompanied by the entrance of each new athlete, someone in the crowd noticed Xiao Yi, who was modestly walking with his head down, and let out a surprised exclamation, "Look at him, he must be here just to make up the numbers."

"Eh, right, which academy does he belong to?"

"So intense, to actually send someone like that to make up the numbers, that academy is really something else. Even if you need to fill a quota, at least find someone with a bit more oomph."

"..."

After someone pointed this out, those nearby suddenly turned their attention to the slightly frail, skinny, and demure Xiao Yi, their focus shifting as they began to talk among themselves.

"Ah, I see now, that one’s from the School of Mathematics..."

"Right, I saw it too! It’s the School of Mathematics, he just told the referee himself."

"Oh, it’s the School of Mathematics, no wonder then."

"Haha, the School of Mathematics is famously known as the ’Sick Man’s Academy.’ I heard they haven’t won anything at the sports meets for many years. I heard their dean is so anxious this time, he said if they manage to get a championship, he’ll personally reward them handsomely!"

"Wow... that’s amazing, if I had known, I would have applied to the School of Mathematics too..."

"......"

With a loud shout from an audience member in the front, the crowd burst into a round of hearty laughter. Whenever the School of Mathematics was mentioned, everyone’s mood seemed to lighten, losing the previously aggressive and confrontational atmosphere.

There was a hint of mockery and ridicule on everyone’s faces.

Among the crowd, a few students from the School of Mathematics who had come to watch the competition turned red at the laughter, quickly bowed their heads in regret, cursing their foolish decision to join the crowd at this moment.

They too saw Xiao Yi in the crowd. Despite wanting to retort, they lacked the courage; they weren’t from Xiao Yi’s specific field, didn’t share any large classroom lectures with him, and knew very little about him, some having never even seen him before.

Truth be told, Xiao Yi wasn’t the shortest among the athletes; he actually had a somewhat above-average height of about 1.75 meters. However, he absolutely looked the least like an athlete of them all.

With pale skin and no glasses, his scholarly demeanor was undiminished. Skinny to the bone and dressed in long pants and long sleeves, no matter how you looked at him, he came across more as a bookworm gone mad from studying than an athlete.

Then there were the other athletes, each one looking strong and vigorous. Even the shortest of them, barely over 1.65 meters, was not to be underestimated. Underneath their small T-shirts, it was as if they were made of pure muscle, especially below the shorts, where their dark legs showed muscles that seemed ready to explode with formidable strength at any moment.

Who would have the guts to challenge that?

If only I had known how embarrassing the School of Mathematics’ representative would be, I would have gone somewhere cooler.

Those few students from the School of Mathematics lamented silently to themselves.

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