Chapter 321: I Would Only Lose to Myself

"Sister Weiwei, let me tell you something. It's so funny!"

Looking at the words on the phone screen, Lin Weiwei replied casually, "Ah? What?"

It wasn't that she was impatient with Wang Yan, but that her mind was filled with too many messy things, causing her brain to be in a mess.

Looking at the phone screen, she subconsciously swiped upwards again.

Two lines of words appeared before her eyes.

"White! Horse! Silver! Gun! Lin! Ping! Zhi!"

"Sa! Lang! Hey! Yo! You! Most! Awesome!"

Fourteen words and fourteen exclamation marks. It was so stupid but she was dazed for the entire morning.

What the ghost!

The Chinese Language was unable to fully express the level of her confusion. She picked up the English Language that she hadn't used for a long time and wrote two sentences that started with an "F".

I had a lousy dream. Doggie got up in the morning and exchanged signals with me?!

F*ck, Telepathy?!

Lin Weiwei threw her phone down irritably and scratched her hair with both hands. Her scalp was slightly tingling, while her brain was swelling with pain.

"Beep!"

Another message came from WeChat. She slid down to take a look..

Her eyes suddenly widened.

"When I woke up, I realized that I had a dream. I can't remember much about other places, but I remember that you were wearing a carved armor and riding on a white horse. You were shouting, 'I am Lin Pingzhi, the white horse and the silver spear'. Then you named that horse prince... Don't you think it's funny? Hahahahahahahaha!"

F*ck!

Lin Weiwei was so scared that she almost peed her pants. Her phone was like a fireball that she couldn't hold on to it.

"Oh my God!"

She shouted and threw the phone out like she was throwing the blame.

Bang!

Bang!

It hit the wall and then fell to the ground. It broke into pieces and was completely destroyed.

Wang Yan waited for a long time but didn't get a response from Lin Weiwei. He was extremely puzzled -- what was going on?! How could she be so calm?!

Ping Zhi was very calm. When he replied to Gouzi's message, it was already night time.

The new Apple 6s was fantastic. With a new phone, everything that had happened in the past would be forgotten!

...

Without receiving Lin Weiwei's response, Young Master Wang didn't dare to tease others anymore. He changed his clothes and went to the stadium.

Teasing one person could be called a coincidence. Teasing them one by one was called courting death.

If they were to compare their statements while chatting, wouldn't they reveal their secrets on the spot?!

Take it slow, take it slow...

Hehe, there were plenty of opportunities for fun!

When he arrived at the sports field, his brothers and sisters rushed to him screaming.

"Big Brother, when you weren't around, our class was so miserable!"

As expected...

"Class monitor, can you be more reliable?! What kind of big deal was that that you had to be away for one and a half day?!"

Tens of millions of direct economic benefits and 300 million investment, which did you think was the big deal?

"That's right, boss, the moment you left, everyone's motivation and confidence were seriously lacking. The competition can be said to be a bloodbath..."

Wow, the way he threw the blame was so refreshing and refined!

It was hard to tell whether he was complaining or flattering.

Wang Yan glanced at Jade Like who spoke and asked straightforwardly, "Who allowed you to take off your sailor dress? ! Without Me, you should work hard to motivate everyone! You are the other soul of our class!"

Jade Like was stunned.

What the hell, was this my fault?!

Big Brother, you're really awesome!

Everyone didn't dare to do anything to Wang Yan. Finding a new target, they immediately ganged up on him.

"Go back and change your clothes!"

"Twist your Otaku dance!"

"Use your hairy legs to make your opponents vomit!"

"Be careful to wear a pair of safety pants. Don't jump up like yesterday, with a colorful pair of underpants..."

...

Kicking Jade Like away, Young Master Wang looked at the time and turned around.

"Where's Dou Er? Is the next 5,000 meters his?"

Dumpling nodded. "He's preparing!"

Wang Yan wanted to laugh when he saw Dumpling.

In his dream, the palace's chief steward was a round dumpling. When he spoke, the skin of the dumpling opened and closed, revealing the oily meatballs inside.

When the dog was being raised to 300 kilograms, he ate a lot of food in the palace.

Those food ran around randomly. Sometimes, it would come directly to the dog to show off. It would be taken down on the spot, skinned, and bitten.

But the dog never ate the dumpling.

Was it because the princess didn't allow it, or because it didn't want to?!

The specific reason was unknown.

Now that he thought about it, the metaphor was meaningful.

He just didn't know if Dumpling herself had any memory of the dream?

If she did, it would be the same dream.

If she didn't, it would be a projection from someone's memory.

Young Master Wang asked casually, "Dumpling, how was your sleep last night?"

Dumpling was searching around for Dutch Potato. When she heard the question, she didn't turn around but just replied casually, "Pretty good. Ah, Dou Er is there. The competition is about to start!"

So, what was her situation?

Wang Yan couldn't tell.

Fine, let's go and see Dutch Potato!

During the transition, Wang Yan carefully analyzed the situation of the competition.

"What's the ranking of our class now? How are the points?"

Everyone was talking at once.

"Currently, there's only one champion. It's the big fat female shot put!"

"Dou Er has a third place in the 1500m Sprint!"

"Bo Ping is also a third place in the long jump!"

"The 4 × 400 relay has already been eliminated."

"The commander's female high jump has a runner-up."

"We have 29 points now. The champion has 10 points, the runner-up has 5 points, the second runner-up has 6 points, and the final participant has a total of 8 points."

Wang Yan was very happy. "Yo, the girls in our class can do it?"

"Then you see, you guys aren't good enough. We girls can only rely on ourselves!"

Who was she looking down on?

However, Wang Yan wasn't confident at all and didn't dare to show off.

The two matches in the afternoon were very tough.

...

When he found Dutch Potato, Tang Butian and the others were cheering him on.

"The 1500m sprint can't maximize your advantage. Even so, Dou Er, you still took third place. The 5000m Sprint is your home ground. You will definitely win!"

"Right, all are old rivals, you know their depth, you even know their sprint speed, don't be afraid, just do it!"

"Steady the pace, according to the training speed, we will speed you up!"

Dutch Potato's eyes lit up when he saw Wang Yan.

"Brother Wang, you are back?"

"Yes."

Wang Yan nodded and said in a heroic manner, "Don't talk so much, I will buy you a Gopro5 for runner-up, Sony PXW for champion. The difference is 10,000 and 50,000, it's up to you!"

A cosmic shadow suddenly appeared behind Dutch Potato, and a surge of energy was burning...

Wang Yan was talking about the filming equipment. Dutch Potato had been thinking about the training opportunities Brother Wang mentioned ever since he made up his mind to take up photography.

However, the threshold of photography was money -- equipment was very expensive.

Dutch Potato's family background was very poor. If he relied on himself, he might not even be able to save up for a decent equipment after graduation.

Now that a Sony was placed at the finish line, Dou Er was immediately filled with excitement and motivation.

"Brother, don't worry. If I don't win the championship, I'll bring my head to see you!"

...

"Good luck!"

"Dou Er, good luck!"

"The last 50 meters, sprint!"

"Oh yeah!"

Under the condition where the money was used as a stimulant, Dutch Potato was at least 20 meters ahead to win the championship. It was really domineering.

Then, everyone gave Wang Yan a thumbs up. "Brother Wang is so domineering!"

"Dou Er is using his strength of sucking milk, haha!"

After the joke, they started to celebrate.

Everyone surrounded Dutch Potato and stepped onto the podium to receive his championship award.

Wang Yan clapped from below. He felt gratified, but more of all he was envious.

Sports competition had a little to do with money, it was of a battle of body and will. Winning the championship was a great honor.

That kind of pure victory was very desirable.

Wang Yan also wanted it.

...

The 5,000-meter award ceremony ended. It was already 12 o'clock. It was lunchtime.

The students of class one rushed to the cafeteria. Along the way, they began to analyze enthusiastically.

"We have 39 points now, 11th place in the whole school."

"The current ranking is useless. The five matches in the afternoon are the most important!"

"Yeah, the men's and women's 100m champion has 15 points, the first runner-up has 10 points, and the second runner-up has 5 points. It's more valuable than other matches!"

"The men's and women's 4 × 100m champion has 20 points, the first runner-up has 15 points, and the second runner-up has 10 points. It's even more f*cking valuable!"

"The men's 4 × 400m... uh, we didn't make it to the finals. Our chance doesn't seem high..."

"What the heck! There are only five matches left, and we only need two first runner-up to make it to the top three."

"Right, the gap isn't too big at the moment. I went to check, and the classes that are currently ranked the first and the second only have a total score of less than 50 points. Those two classes aren't considered strong in the women's 100m and women's 100m relay in the afternoon, so they don't have a high chance of making it to the finals."

"Then they'll be like us, competing in the men's two events!"

"Direct competitors? which two classes?!"

"Don't bother about them! As long as any class can get 20 points in the afternoon, they're basically guaranteed to enter the top three!"

"I've calculated the results of all the previous years' competitions. Sometimes the first place will explode to 80+ points, but most of the time it's 60 or 70 points. Moreover, the fifth place is stable at the level of more than 50 points. Actually, it's enough for us to get 15 points!"

"The women's competition has nothing to do with us, so let's compete in the two men's 100m sprint events. The goal is 15 points!"

"Class monitor, you can do it!"

"That's right, Your Majesty. Your 100m sprint third place is stable. Let's work together for the 100m relay and strive to get third place. Once we get 15 points, we'll win!"

Hey, Hey, weren't you guys looking down on me too much?!

Two third places?!

We had to at least fight for the second place...

Wang Yan felt pressure and motivation in his heart, but he did not have much confidence.

Sprinting was a matter that relied on strength. Even if he gave Lewis twice the amount of stimulants, he still could not f*cking outrun Bolt.

The difference in strength was hard to overcome.

Everyone might have the same thought, so when they gave Wang Yan psychological motivation, it was mainly to reduce the pressure.

"Class monitor, let's ensure that we win three against two. We'll be steady. We'll get the top five points!"

It reflected a very anxious and low self-confidence mentality.

Wang Yan had no choice but to encourage everyone.

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"Wang Yi and Hu Weidong are indeed very strong, but in a competition like the university games, where rookies peck each other, the factors that affect results will be much more than in top-level competitions.

Condition, state of mind, impromptu performance, direction of the wind, fighting spirit...

With rookies, anything was possible.

As for me, I might not lose."

"That's right! Brother Wang, you definitely can do it!"

Everyone applauded crazily. Finally, they put down their worries and regained their optimism.

"Come, let's give the class monitor a louder slogan. We will arrange it later!"

"It's quite good with 'Sweep the Star City'. Think about the second half of the sentence!"

"Sweep with what?" Jade Like suddenly winked and gestured with his hand.

The boys understood instantly and laughed happily.

The young master was quietly eating his meal. He ate half a catty of beef with soy sauce, two boiled eggs, and a pile of sir-fried plain vegetables. He was just 80% full.

Then, he brought everyone back to the stadium and slowly walked around the field, making preparations for the competition.

Measuring the track back and forth, Wang Yan's mood was as calm as water.

Ever since he got the system, everything had gone smoothly. He had been racing all the way through, and he was proud of his life.

But not only was Wang Yan not particularly inflated, he was even more sober than when he was in high school.

He cut his life from that point in time and divided it into two halves. The first half, he was muddle-headed, and in the second, he was growing rapidly.

The more he read, the more knowledge he gained. His EQ and IQ improved steadily. His understanding of the world became deeper and deeper. He became more and more aware of his own value and position.

Let's not talk about the future. Let's talk about the present.

Wang Yan sincerely believed that there were many people who were much stronger than him in every aspect.

IQ, EQ, learning ability, concentration, money, appearance, physical ability...

All in all, his total score was very high, but if he were to take out a single item, it would only be a middle-class appearance.

Not to really think that you're a genius, for the time being, you're definitely not.

Today, it was a single item competition.

Sprinting was very pure. It was useless to be handsome, and it was even more useless to have money. If he could, he could. If he couldn't, he couldn't.

Previously, the high expectations of the students were a kind of pressure. In a bigger picture, it was a responsibility that Wang Yan had to bear.

After training everyone for so long, how bad would it be for their morale if they couldn't make it?

However, carrying such a heavy pressure was not good for their performance on the field.

When they first stepped on the track, their muscles were stiff.

However, who could Wang Yan tell?

As the leader, the heaviest pressure was destined to be shouldered by you. If you couldn't handle it, what kind of leader were you ?!

The reason why a great person was a great was because he could handle it.

Wang Yan's idol was the number one great person in China. What was that person shouldering?

Therefore, Wang Yan also had to shoulder it himself. He acted to be full of confidence on the outside and did psychological construction in the inside.

After he really calmed down, there was actually only one sentence --

Strive for the championship, but accept the results of the second or even third place. Use the calmest state of mind and the most natural state of mind to run to his best level.

Then don't think about anything else, and fight the next match.

The schedule in the afternoon was very tight. The 100-meter final and the 4 × 100-meter relay final were back-to-back, with a gap of 10 minutes or more in between.

Fighting it all in one breath, and it would be what it could be. Once on the field, there was no time left for Wang Yan to think of anything.

Taking the opportunity to think of everything clearly now, Young Master Wang began to officially warm up.

At one o'clock, the women's 100m final began.

The first half of the competition had nothing to do with class one, but everyone was still paying close attention to the competition.

When the results of each competition was out, the class rankings began to go up and down in chaos.

It made everyone nervous.

After the men's 4 × 400m final was over, Lou Lou went to the rostrum to confirm and then rushed back to report the news.

"Good news! Good news!"

"How is it, how is it? What about our class now?!"

"Who is in the first place?"

Everyone surrounded her and began to ask questions.

There was no way they could not be concerned. After three days of competition, everyone had long been united, proud of their sweat and the results of their joint efforts.

"Currently, our class is ranked 16th!"

"F*ck! Dropped by five places?!"

Lou Lou did not even manage to catch her breath. For a moment, she could not say a word. She rolled his eyes at Squirrel.

"Sand sculpture! In three competitions, our ranking has only dropped by five places. How good is the results?"

"Yes!"

Lou Lou Lou nodded. "Moreover, the top three classes did not participate in the next two finals. The total points have already been fixed. They are 64 points, 61 points, and 57 points!"

"F*ck! Doesn't that mean we have to get 25 points to catch up with the first place?"

Like Jade's primary school mathematics was very fast, but it was not calculated correctly.

"We still have one point each for the two finals!"

"Yeah, our total points now is 41. If we get 25 points, then we'll be completely awesome, do you understand?"

"Actually, 15 points is still enough. With 56 points, the top five goal is not a problem!"

"Oh yeah! Can we celebrate our victory in advance? The class monitor getting two third places shouldn't be a problem at all!"

Wang Yan didn't dare to be so optimistic. He calmly grasped the main point. "What's the situation with Hu Weidong and Wang Yi's classes?"

When Lou Lou heard this, her eyes sparkled like stars.

"Class monitor, you're really smart. You immediately grasped the crux of the problem!"

Everyone was stunned.

That's right!

The other two seeded contestants also had the potential to win the championship and get high marks!

"Lou Lou, quickly tell us, what's the situation with those two?"

"Hu Weidong's Art Academy's first year oil painting class is currently ranked fourth. Including the participating points from the two finals, it's a total of 55 points. He's the strongest contender for first place in total points!

Wang Yi's class one of the second year of the Academy of Education is currently ranked 17th. He is only one point lower than us!"

Wang Yan frowned slightly, but he immediately nodded calmly.

"So, in the next two matches, the three of us are mainly competing for the rankings?"

"Yes, yes!"

Lou Lou nodded vigorously and did not say anything else.

However, Wang Yan calculated the results in an instant. In the next two matches, he needed to obtain at least 20 points in order to ensure his ranking in the top five.

Two third runners-up were not enough. It had to be one first runner-up and one second runner-up!

That was because the final reward for excellent performance was only available to the top five classes!

Obviously, the situation was even worse than before.

However, Wang Yan, who had already done his mental work, was not shaken by the sudden increase in pressure. His fighting spirit burned even more vigorously, but his mood was very calm.

I was just doing my best!

After checking the situation, the megaphone just happened to start shouting.

"Please take your positions for the men's 100-meter final, please..."

Wang Yan waved to everyone and walked toward the field alone.

At this moment, the inside of the track had already been cleared. Only people with temporary press cards and work cards could move around in the field.

On the outside of the track, there was a dense crowd of spectators.

The last two finals, and they were the most important ones, were very worth watching and could stimulate the passion of the girls to the greatest extent.

The sprinting handsome guys who were galloping on the track and sprinting at the highest speed!

All of them had long legs!

They were fast and fierce!

And there was also the number one tall, rich, and handsome freshman, little brother Wang Yan!

Just thinking about it made people unable to close their legs, right?

After two days of competition, Wang Yan's name and deeds were no longer a secret to those who cared.

Not to mention others, just that car alone was enough for many people to work hard for their entire lives?

Furthermore, he was also so good looking!

When he was warming up, Young Master Wang was shocked to that numerous girls were calling his name and cheering for him.

Many girls were obviously not from this school -- the girls in this school would not be so obvious, and they would not shout "Little Brother Wang Yan, I want to be your personal nurse".

Hiss...

Personal care could indeed be put on the agenda?

He did not think about anything else, but it was indeed necessary to pay attention to physical health...

After a round at a moderate speed and returning to the starting line, Wang Yan's body was slightly warm, and his heart was also burning.

Along the way, he really did meet many girls who hung panels next to their faces to cheer him on.

What did that mean?

They were all beautiful flowers that deserved to have a name!

Of course, I was not the kind of person who would bite and mess around.

But, even if I didn't bite, it was still a great feeling to be adored by goddess-level beauties.

It was a little cool.

In comparison, the treatment for the rest of the students was very shabby.

Only their classmates and good friends were cheering, which were drowned in the overwhelming shouts of "Little Brother Wang Yan".

Today was the finals and it was a long weekend. Many students from the Physical Education Department came to join in the fun.

Gong Feiyu stood on the grass area of the track and was extremely puzzled. "Why is Wang Yan so popular?"

"Big Sister, he's the new campus belle of our school!"

Dai Mo shouted in an exaggerated manner, looking very incredulous.

"Wang Yan's wealth is among the top few in the school! Not to mention the girls, I want to flatter him, too! Besides, he's handsome and can fight. It would be weird if he's not popular, okay?"

Gong Feiyu didn't take it seriously at all.

"I don't care. No matter how rich he is, what does it have to do with me?"

Dai Mo winked and said, "Sister Gong, if you take him down, won't you then have a relationship with him? I will hook you up. When the time comes, sister-in-law, you will take care of me!"

In fact, it was just a joke between young people, but Gong Feiyu's expression was very serious.

"No! That person is quite good, but I won't be with a person whom I don't get along with because of money."

Dai Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm just bullshitting. Why are you so serious?"

Gong Feiyu nodded and smiled. "Then I'm just joking with you. Tell him to grow to 1.85 meters quickly. With his height now, hugging him is like having a younger brother!"

Dai Mo shrunk his neck and muttered in his heart, "I don't dare to tell Young Master Wang this, which is asking for a beat-up!"

Some people in the field dared to say that.

Wang Yi, Hu Weidong, and Gao Hu all played basketball frequently. They weren't familiar with each other, but they could chat for a while.

Gao Hu had been displeased with Wang Yan since he was competing. At this moment, he felt sour and was the first to mutter, "See how cocky he is..."

Hu Weidong smiled and didn't reply, but when he saw Wang Yan running back, he couldn't hide the envy in his eyes.

Wang Yi sneered, "We'll just step on him later, won't that be enough?"

Seeing Wang Yan getting closer and closer, Gao Hu didn't say anything more. He just cast a few sour glances at Wang Yan.

It was a different situation now. He had once fought against Wang Yan face to face relying on his spirit, but now he didn't dare.

As for Wang Yi, in front of Wang Yan, he didn't open his mouth to provoke him. He only had a cold smile on his face and looked at Wang Yan arrogantly.

Wang Yan was baffled by his smile.

Big Brother, when you enter the competition, your sense of superiority is especially strong, right?

What, beating me will give you extra points?!

It did not give extra points, but all the contestants were holding back their energy, wanting to beat Wang Yan.

In fact, it was very easy to understand. When a person's excellence had already exceeded the current environment, then no matter in any field, as long as they beat you, it was a kind of glory.

If you blew on it, it would be especially loud, right?

Young Master Wang was well aware of his public enemy's identity, but he didn't take it seriously and just laughed it off.

He quietly squatted down and raised his head to look ahead.

With a normal mindset, he would do his best and respect all outcomes.

I would only lose to myself.

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