Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 602 - 598: How Preposterous

Chapter 602: Chapter 598: How Preposterous

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Chapter 598: This Is Outrageous

From the outset, Xiao Yi took the lead in the race. In the beginning, there were a few others who could intermittently keep up with his pace or even occasionally lead ahead of him, but as lap after lap went by, his advantage became more pronounced. In the blink of an eye, he had already pulled ahead of the second-place runner by nearly two hundred meters. He was the undeniable frontrunner, and furthermore, he didn’t seem at all exhausted. It didn’t appear as if he was pushing himself beyond his limits to be in first place.

His running rhythm remained impressively steady...

"That number 9 is really formidable. He must have had training, looking at the way he runs, his posture, his breathing. So impressive. It seems like the championship is undoubtedly his to take this time. I wonder if he can break the record too?"

"Haha... Let me tell you, that’s our Junior Brother Zhang from the School of Mechanical Engineering. He’s an absolute sports champion, brought into our school with added points for his athletic ability. Just a couple of days ago, he took the runner-up spot in the high jump! This long-distance run is definitely his to win!"

"Yeah, he’s surely going to be first. He’s the long-distance running champion of their city!"

"......"

As another lap ended, the discussions among the crowd grew even more intense. With more information about the young athlete getting out, people’s confidence in his winning the championship increased. Eventually, almost everyone was convinced that he was bound to win without any dispute. The only suspense left for discussion was whether he could break the school record.

A joke, right? First place in the city competition, a student admitted with added points for sports proficiency, and the strength he’s shown—how could there be any doubt about him winning the championship?

Meanwhile, Xiao Yi’s situation seemed increasingly dire. Some people revealed his background and refuted the others’ views, saying that despite looking amateur with his long-sleeved shirt and trousers, he had already won the high jump and long jump championships, surprising everyone. This time, maybe he could pull off a miracle.

But as soon as he spoke, he was bombarded with insults. Countless people yelled ’idiot’, ’moron’, and so on.

Is there any comparison between high jump, long jump, and running, long-distance running?

Being good at the high jump and long jump only shows he has good explosive strength. Long-distance running is about breathing, endurance, willpower, and the actual running techniques and stamina developed through long-term training...

Just by looking at Xiao Yi, you could tell he wasn’t someone with endurance and stamina—thin and frail, pale in complexion, looking malnourished and feeble, he was lucky to even be running...

After this exchange, the person who had spoken before was thoroughly rebuked and didn’t dare make another peep, especially when the current situation on the track seemed to underscore their words. When Junior Brother Zhang outran Xiao Yi by an entire lap, he quietly hung his head even lower.

Even the students from the School of Mathematics, Xiao Yi’s classmates, had originally hoped for another surprise performance from him after winning two championships. Now, they had given up on expecting another miracle and solely hoped that Xiao Yi could keep going and finish the race without losing face for the School of Mathematics.

After all, another participant from the School of Mathematics who was pulled in had dropped out after struggling through thirteen laps. If Xiao Yi also dropped out, the School of Mathematics would be utterly disgraced, continuing the three-year record of no one completing the 10,000 meters and becoming the laughingstock and shame of all the university faculties.

"He’s flipping him off!"

Suddenly, a cry of shock came from the crowd. On the track, to everyone’s astonishment, the current leader, Junior Brother Zhang, gave the recently overtaken Xiao Yi, still in his long-sleeve shirt and trousers, the middle finger, and even had a scornful look on his face!

Of course, only the nearby audience could see the expression on his face. However, his middle-finger gesture was seen by nearly half of all spectators, except for those whose views were blocked.

Everyone was incredulous.

No one had anticipated this, no one had ever encountered such a display on the track—a competitor flipping off another competitor?

The judges nearby and some of the observing teachers who saw this development all had stern expressions. Their primary goal in holding the sports event was to encourage everyone’s enthusiasm for sports, hoping that everyone would love sports and value health.

Moreover, organizing such a sports event was also beneficial for strengthening collective consciousness and cohesion.

In short, the purpose was unity, harmony, positivity, progress...

The behavior before them was a clear violation of their principles and intentions.

But though they were somewhat annoyed, there was nothing they could do; it was an athlete’s personal behavior, and none of the rules stated that athletes couldn’t flip the middle finger, and that if they did, they must be penalized or anything like that.

"This is simply outrageous!"

On one side of the field, a middle-aged man around forty, wearing glasses and possessing a scholarly demeanor with a thick air of a bookworm, watched the scene on the field, his face reddening with anger all the way to the base of his neck. Pointing at the image on the field, he seemed to be too exasperated to even speak.

"Why should the dean feel angry over such people?"

A plain-looking middle-aged man of average height, who seemed as ordinary as they come, glanced indifferently at the middle of the field, a flash of disdain in his eyes. Turning to the scholarly man fuming with rage, a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Angry? How could I not be angry? Do you not know that the kid is from our School of Mathematics?"

The scholarly man glared disapprovingly at the middle-aged man and fumed, "He has insulted the students of the School of Mathematics so brazenly, how could I not be angry? Beichen, you tell me, which school is that kid from? I’m going to settle the score with their school later. Such students, lacking in sportsmanship and ethical behavior, absolutely cannot remain in our Z University!"

"Dean, that doesn’t seem very appropriate, does it? After all, it was just a small gesture in a sports match; it seems a bit much to take it as far as expulsion, doesn’t it?"

The words of the bespectacled scholarly man left the middle-aged man dumbfounded, and it took him a moment to regain his composure before he cautiously tried to console him.

"Beichen Feng, are you really one of us?"

The scholarly man’s temper seemingly did not match his refined appearance at all; hearing Beichen Feng’s words, he became utterly furious and jumped to his feet.

"Well, dean, of course I am from the School of Mathematics, and just like you, I am extremely disdainful and dissatisfied with that kid’s behavior. However, I think the best way to handle this is not for us to expel him. If we do, they’ll think that the School of Mathematics can’t accept defeat. That would damage your reputation, wouldn’t it?"

Beichen Feng’s usual calmness was shattered; beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead. He couldn’t understand how this man, throwing a tantrum before him, could possibly be the same dean who would shut himself in the lab, tirelessly working on research day and night for days on end.

Could a person really possess such stark contrasts within?

"That’s also a point, but then what should we do? I really detest that kid’s behavior!"

The scholarly man pondered for a moment, nodded, but still showed a trace of extreme dissatisfaction, letting out a cold snort.

"Dean, just like you said earlier, that kid’s behavior was tantamount to insulting and challenging us, the people from the School of Mathematics. But the best way to respond is for our student on the field to beat that kid."

Seeing that the scholarly man was finally taking his advice and not insisting on getting the student expelled, Beichen Feng’s expression eased a bit. He cautiously glanced at the field and spoke.

"Hmm, that does seem like a good idea, but can our student from the school beat that kid?"

The scholarly man pondered, feeling the reason in Beichen Feng’s words, but soon, as he looked at the situation on the field, a hint of doubt crept into his eyes.

"I guarantee he can, Dean. I, Beichen Feng, assure you, if he can’t win, I, Beichen Feng, will resign immediately to apologize for the failure!"

Beichen Feng hurriedly promised with certainty.

"Nonsense, what do you mean by resigning to apologize? If that kid happens to win by any chance, wouldn’t that be both a loss of face for me and an embarrassment? Where is the sense in that? Let me tell you, if that kid wins, no matter what method you use, you must get that kid expelled from Z University!"

Beichen Feng had fully expected his promise to satisfy the scholarly man, but no sooner had he spoken than he heard the scholarly man roar in anger, glaring at him with an extremely dissatisfied look.

"Yes, yes, Dean, rest assured, if we don’t win, I’ll make sure that kid leaves the school!"

Beichen Feng was taken aback for a moment before he grasped the logic of the scholarly man’s thoughts, a bitter smile forming in his heart. He internally remarked, no wonder Principal Shen’s head started to ache the moment he heard the Dean’s name; the Dean really didn’t suffer losses at all! Even now, with such meticulous calculations... And the worst part is...

...He managed to be so rigorous in his calculations yet still could say them with such an air of righteousness...(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for it with a recommendation ticket or a monthly pass at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)