Olympic Competition Class 4. Evening study session, the classroom was brightly lit. Qianqian heard a few coughs mixed in with the sound of recitation and couldn’t help but turn to look at the back row, then walked over. "Still haven’t recovered from the cough?" "Much better, just cough occasionally." Song Xiyun was wearing a white mask, with a small cartoon cat on the lower left corner. "Alright then." Qianqian left directly. She didn’t ask Song Xiyun in front of all the classmates if she needed company to take a sick leave to see a doctor, but planned to ask in private. High school is like a small society, where students stay together as a whole, and conflicts are many. Plus, with many people and small space in classrooms, poor air circulation. Once a cold or cough goes around, it also troubles those nearby. Even wearing a mask might get people to say "xx is really pretending." So asking in front of outsiders doesn’t really show concern. Instead, it may expose information and invite unwarranted speculation. This would only make Song Xiyun’s situation within the group more awkward. Qianqian returned to her seat, slightly distracted. She subconsciously recalled the origin of this reasoning; it was taught to her by some shameless pervert. Never say too much to outsiders, including situations with single parents. If not necessary, there’s no need to explain even the reason for the demise. Few people truly care, the more you say, the weaker you become. Some people, even without grievance or enmity, will step on you like "Xianglin’s Wife" whenever there’s an occasion. "Done in seconds." Xie Zhihao muttered to himself, shaking his leg and spinning a pen, "It’s so simple, doesn’t even need calculation." Cai Xiaoqing turned his head to glance at the new student sitting at the back. Silently, he turned back. Soon after, murmurs came from behind again. "The problem concept is completely wrong, totally a waste.... If I were setting this, I would definitely not give such a condition." Cai Xiaoqing’s eyelid twitched, he turned around and said. "Can you stop shaking your leg?" Xie Zhihao froze immediately, quickly nodding. Embarrassed, he made an excuse for himself. "Sometimes, when I get excited, I can’t help but shake my leg. It’s an old habit, sorry, Cai Xiang." Meanwhile, he was curious. How can a girl have such an odd name? Cai Xiaoqing’s expression turned strange, he glared at Xie Zhihao. The other was a new classmate, and had a few days of invincible grace period. "Hmm, better get it treated soon." Are all the people in Class 3 ? "Physics 57, tsk tsk." Li Hua shook his head over an answer sheet, "No wonder you’re leaving, how did you even get that score." "He’s going to Class Zero, it’s not a parallel class." Jiang Nian glanced at him, "Hua, can you go?" "Hell nah." Li Hua lost all interest immediately, crumpling up the answer sheet, "If you ask me, Class Zero is trash too." Li Hua turned his head in confusion at the sound. He saw Jiang Nian holding his phone, pressing the stop recording button with a face struggling to hold back a laugh just like a Dragon Picture meme. He pressed play, and Li Hua’s voice was repeated. [~If you ask me, Class Zero is trash too~] "Damn!! You bastard!" Li Hua was instantly flustered like a dog, pointing out to snatch the phone, "Gonna report this to Lao Liu." Jiang Nian just chuckled and stuffed his phone into the pocket of his good deskmate on the right, Zhang Ningzhi. "Lao Liu can’t control me." "Beep beep!!" Without a phone, Li Hua could only mimic the sound of the recording with his mouth, "You really are audacious!" Jiang Nian grinned cheekily. Suddenly, Zhang Ningzhi elbowed him and whispered. "The teacher’s coming." Lao Liu walked in, looking exhausted. "What’s this period... never mind, how many have signed up for the pitch-pot competition in the class? Raise your hands so I can see." Jiang Nian raised his hand, glancing sideways and seeing the class monitor with her hand up too. Li Qingrong glanced at him, lowering her gaze. "Never played before." Upon hearing, Jiang Nian hesitated, asking softly. "Then how do you win?" Li Qingrong glanced at him and said indifferently. Lao Liu said something from the podium, glancing obliquely at the two. He wanted to put on a stern face and scold loudly. You both come up and say it! Unfortunately, he could only wildly fantasize about being a "dignified headteacher" in his mind. If he actually let the two come up, he would be even more displeased. Hesitant about harming one’s mouse, this mouse refers to Jiang Nian who has a score of six hundred points. The exquisite porcelain refers to Li Qingrong who aspires for seven hundred points. If he really let them talk, who knows, it might average out to a five hundred point wild dog. "Well..... those who signed up, come with me." Lao Liu decided swiftly, "Ah, Liu Yang organize this, bring the pitch-pot." With a whir, a group of people stood up and left the classroom in a grandiose manner. The classroom was slightly empty. Sun Zhicheng saw Zhihao from Class Zero leave the classroom, couldn’t help but pause the pen, and complained aloud. "Brother Dong, don’t you think the new guy’s kind of pretentious? Doing problems is just doing problems, but he has to show off." "Well, his math is indeed good, around 130 or 140." Lin Dong replied, "Physics starts at 90, isn’t that unbelievable?" Upon hearing this, Sun Zhicheng was at a loss for words. Yang Qiming heard this, couldn’t help but sneer. "Why aren’t you saying anything now?" Seeing Sun Zhicheng at a loss, Yang Qiming felt great joy, eager enough to hit a barbecue stand and gulp down meat and drink. Thinking of this, he decided to invite Lin Dong for dinner tonight to deepen their brotherly bond. Building D, also known as the Repeaters’ Building. Lao Liu and Liu Yang led ten people heading towards that side; Building D, 2nd floor, had the reading room on the right, and the activity center on the left. Three large classrooms made up the activity center, primarily for holding small events. Evidently, Lao Liu planned to finalize the two names for the pitch-pot competition there in the activity center of the Repeaters’ Building. Along the way, someone in the group asked. "Teacher, in principle, isn’t an application needed to use the activity center?" "Not at night, right?" Jiang Nian said. "Yes, our class used it just a few days ago." Xie Zhihao moved to the left side of the queue, showing a bit of superiority in his speech. By "our class," he meant Class Zero, C201. Luo Yong cheerfully reminded him, "You are part of our class now." "Oh, sorry, my bad." Xie Zhihao apologized earnestly, scratching his head with a smile, "I’m used to it, forgot to change." Jiang Nian and Yao Beibei in the group exchanged a look, silently mouthing a word. Yao Beibei rolled her eyes in return, mouthing back a word. Lao Liu heard this, but internally didn’t feel much. If he wanted to progress, making good with Yu Tongjie’s parents wouldn’t be a bad idea, but he’s not the only clever one. If Xie Zhihao was replaced, compensation with a promising seed was still alright. "Haha, if you misspoke, just be attentive next time, strive to integrate into our Class 3 family early." Lao Liu said, then changed the topic. "Principally, indeed, an application is required for using the activity room, but I’ve recently also taken on the role of activity room manager, so I am the principle." A dozen people simultaneously exclaimed, wobbling from Lao Liu’s sudden unexpected jest, and the atmosphere immediately turned joyful. "Really, teacher, aren’t you too pretentious?" "Teacher, this show-off ability, must be something to talk about." The group couldn’t help looking up at the brightly lit Repeaters’ Building as they passed the administrative building reaching D Building, feeling quite complex. The reinforced iron bars sealing the windows of the building were mottled, with bright lights. "If I mess up the college entrance exam, will I have to come to Building D?" Luo Yong sighed, asking with unease. His scores were among the lower half of the class, once he messes up, he’ll face the choice of attending a second-tier university or repeating a year. They passed through a dimly lit flower bed. "Cough, cough, I won’t come to repeat." Xie Zhihao raised his voice, "Life is a wilderness, not a track." "One exam cannot negate a person’s value, on the contrary, it’s a good opportunity to test oneself." Having said this, Xie Zhihao couldn’t help mentioning. "Although 985 is great, if I only get 580 in the college entrance exam, even a subpar 211 in the provincial capital will allow one to accomplish much." Upon hearing this, the group fell silent. Jiang Nian looked at Yao Beibei, Yao Beibei looked at Lao Liu. Lao Liu opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words. Suddenly, from the originally quiet fifth floor of Building D. With a clatter, a window was pulled open. A repeat student poked his head out from classroom window, first glanced downwards, and locked his eyes on the group. Then..... the student yelled. "Idiots downstairs, damn you! --- Beep beep beep." Upon entering the Repeaters’ Building. Lao Liu stood at the entrance of the second-floor activity center, just taking out the keys, but stopped. He turned to look at the dozen or so students, lingering an extra two seconds on Xie Zhihao’s face, hesitated, and said. "Repeat students generally have more pressure, remember to speak and act cautiously." Xie Zhihao’s expression became more embarrassed, muttering softly as an explanation. "I didn’t mean anything, why did the repeat student get angry." Jiang Nian glanced at the little "fairy boy" and couldn’t help but chuckle. This guy’s quite the character, constantly causing little dramas. Of all people to show off in front, he chose to provoke a repeater. The group entered the activity room, which was spacious, formed by combining three classrooms. The floor was scattered with physical fitness equipment, green mats used for sit-ups were laid, and most eye-catching were the two pitch-pots placed against the wall. Lao Liu clapped his hands, speaking loudly. "Alright, stop dawdling, the boys split into two groups, girls into one group, each to throw ten arrows each; the one who hits the most will represent the class in the competition." The boys spontaneously divided into two groups, and the girls lined up. The first few received ten arrows for the pitch-pot, each eager to try. At this moment, Lao Liu noticed Liu Yang, the sports class rep, standing outside the queue. Seeing him not participating, he couldn’t help but ask. "Aren’t you the sports class rep, aren’t you participating?" Liu Yang rubbed his nose, casually making an excuse. "Ah, teacher, I’m not quite interested in pitch-pot, so I’ll serve as a judge for the girls’ group." He’d seen Jiang Nian’s pitch-pot skills, thinking, with that formidable opponent here, what’s the competition for? Better use the time to nibble two lighters. "Alright, alright." Seeing his insistence, Lao Liu didn’t push, patting his shoulder, "We’ll skip this time; for the class football match next time, you can’t just be a bystander." "Okay." Liu Yang smiled reluctantly. The internal selection for the pitch-pot competition had begun. On the boys’ side, Jiang Nian was near the end of the queue. Looking around, he found no familiar faces. Li Hua, Ma Guojun, Lin Dong weren’t there. He could only turn and casually chat with Luo Yong, who he wasn’t very familiar with, standing at the very end. "Doesn’t seem like many people are participating?" Luo Yong looked around. On the boys’ side, the game was in full swing, with scores typically stabilizing at four hits per ten throws. On the girls’ side, at the forefront was Chai Muying, hitting five out of ten, which was a decent score. Yao Beibei managed a one out of ten, causing the entire group to laugh. The third girl to pitch was Li Qingrong. She was calm and collected, weighing the arrows in her hand, her gaze unmoved, like a still lake. Luo Yong glanced and remarked. "The class monitor must be really good." Upon hearing this, Jiang Nian’s eyelid twitched. "She hasn’t played before." "Oh, then the class monitor should hit, I’d say, four... three times." Jiang Nian nodded, "I guess six." Just as the words fell, the crisp sound of arrows hitting pots was heard. Li Qingrong hit nine out of ten.