"Principal Hers, this way please."
After smoothing his neatly grood white beard and tidying his black suit, Principal Hers walked in an orderly manner into the VIP viewing platform located directly in front of the athletics field.
At this mont, he sported a relaxed expression and an elegant posture. Not a trace remained of the despairing look that had previously threatened to crush him.
Ah, the blue sky was so very blue!
Ah, the green lawn was so very green!
Ah, this world was so incredibly beautiful!
Previously, the imminent expulsion of Spencer had stressed him to the point where he considered resigning to take responsibility.
However, just as he was sitting at ho every day, praying to God for blessings and hoping Spencer would win the Club War, the Golden Lion Group called him directly.
They inford him: moving forward, they only needed to retain Spencer's academic status, and Hers wouldn't need to worry about anything else.
In other words, whatever happened next had absolutely nothing to do with Principal Hers.
What did this an?
He had collected the money, yet he didn't even have to accomplish the task!
Having dealt with capitalists his entire life, this was the first ti Hers had ever gained such a massive advantage.
How could such a good thing exist?!
Therefore, at this mont, one could fully understand where Hers's joy ca from.
"Ahem, good morning, everyone."
Inside the VIP viewing platform, many leaders from various departnts of Far Moon Academy were already seated.
The school board mbers usually wouldn't attend such events. To them, the school—or rather, education itself—was simply a lucrative business.
Strictly speaking, Far Moon Academy was more like an enterprise. All the school leaders, including Hers, were rely employees hired by the school board.
This was precisely why, when the Golden Lion Group and Ye International approached the school through the connection of the school board mbers, Hers, as the Principal, had absolutely no right to refuse.
"Good morning, Mr. Principal."
"Mr. Hers, you're looking to be in great shape lately."
"Haha, yes, yes."
Hers's face wrinkled like a chrysanthemum in a beaming smile. He then went to stand beside the leather sofa reserved for the vice-chairman.
The other leaders were puzzled. If Hers wasn't taking the main seat, what was he planning to do? Could it be that soone from the board of directors was coming today?
But soon, they saw a staff mber bring in high-end cara equipnt from outside, placing it directly on the main seat.
And it wasn't just here. Identical pieces of cara equipnt had been placed in every corner of the Club War Finals venue below, all seemingly connected.
As the staff mber secured the equipnt and connected the power supply, a highly realistic projection of a golden lion head instantly floated above it.
The lion head sported a golden mane, and its sky-blue illusionary lion eye projection swept a sharply and coldly sweeping gaze across the surroundings, making people subconsciously avert their eyes, not daring to et its stare.
It wasn't savage intimidation like a wild beast; rather, it felt as though another pair of calm and wise eyes was observing the surroundings through this illusionary lion eye projection.
...
Hers made a polite gesture of invitation and respectfully introduced it to the others:
"Please allow
to introduce the Chairperson of the Board of the Golden Lion Group, who is also the mother of our student Aria Spencer—Ms. Elvira Spencer. She has chosen to remotely attend the scene today to watch a match with us. Let's welco her."
"Clap-clap-clap"
The others hastily began to applaud in welco, but the golden lion remained entirely silent.
She completely ignored the people beside her, choosing instead to gaze down imperiously through the glass in front of her...
Her line of sight landed squarely on the imnsely wide competition venue.
"Sit, sit, everyone please take a seat. The first round is about to begin."
Hers managed to remain calm in the face of change. After the welco ceremony, he finally greeted everyone, urging them to quickly take a seat.
Finally, he sat down in his vice-chairman seat to observe and learn from the Club War Finals that were about to unfold below.
"Welco, students and parents, to the 47th Far Moon Academy Club War Finals! I am the Student Council Secretary in charge of hosting duties for this event, Yurianna Schwyre!!"
Inside the multidia room directly opposite the VIP viewing platform in the athletics field, Yurianna held a microphone. Supported by a few peers, she continued to host enthusiastically with assistance.
Next to the dia room, two enormous screens lit up simultaneously. The footage displayed on them was perfectly synchronized with the live close-up shots broadcasted by Yabashi Ki's drone.
After all, the spectator stands were still quite a distance from the field below. People with poor eyesight wouldn't be able to see what was actually happening on the ground.
As she spoke, she grunted, "Heave-ho," reaching over the dia console to press the BGM play button.
In an instant, the accompanint music synchronously spread throughout the entire athletics field via the array of loudspeakers.
On the spectator stands flanking both sides of the athletics field, the students of Far Moon and the parents filling every seat left no empty spots.
At the edges, there were even students from other schools coming to observe, alongside staff from the Linn Education Departnt.
On one side of the spectator stands, Sakuramiya Lily listened to Yurianna's passionate voice and couldn't help but chuckle,
"The one handling the hosting duties is that pink-haired girl we saw before, isn't it? Seeing how rash and reckless she usually is, I didn't expect her to have such hosting talent..."
Beside her, Sakuramiya Hitomi gave a helpless smile and explained to her mother,
"Everyone is quite strange before joining the Student Council. Only the President can tolerate them and dare to entrust with an important task."
"How so?"
"Well... Yabashi is always imrsed in his own world, spouting frightening otaku jargon. Yurianna is unable to read the atmosphere and has no sense of personal space. As for Ashley, she's very bad-tempered and likes to resort to violence..."
"And as for you, you like installing caras to monitor soone one likes?"
"Mama!"
Sakuramiya Lily snapped open her folding fan and chuckled. It not only hid her smile full of dark humor but also shielded her from the glare of her daughter, who was about to beco angry out of sha.
She scanned the surroundings and coincidentally spotted Ye Lan on the opposite spectator stand, right in the area for the second-year and third-year departnts. Ye Lan was also observing her surroundings.
The two mothers managed to gaze at each other across a distance. Sakuramiya Lily then lowered her folding fan, offered a faint smile, and greeted her.
Sakuramiya Hitomi also noticed Ye Lan sitting across from them and couldn't help but ask softly,
"Mama, does our family have plans to collaborate with the Ye family? Is that why you specifically ca to Linn to negotiate in person..."
Sakuramiya Lily narrowed her fox-like eyes, her lips curving into a half-smile,
"Well, I wouldn't call it a collaboration. After all, your paternal aunt and the pack of idiots around her have completely abandoned batteries and are betting everything on hydrogen energy."
"Hydrogen energy? Then, Mama, why did you co to find that Ye Lan..."
"Smack~"
Sakuramiya Hitomi tried to question closely, but Sakuramiya Lily had already tapped her lightly on the head with the folding fan.
Even though she was truly light-handed, it still made Sakuramiya Hitomi quickly cover her head and gasp in shock,
"Ugh... Ma... Mama..."
"Alright now, a university student should just enjoy university life properly. What's the point of overthinking? Back in the day, when I was in university, I used to cut class every day to play pachinko and go to the KTV..."
Sakuramiya Lily looked at Sakuramiya Hitomi, disappointed in expectations, seemingly complaining that she didn't even know how to enjoy one's youth,
"This is your once-in-a-lifeti university life! You should study hard, make many friends, play around everywhere, experience new and novel things, and date handso boys..."
As she spoke, she suddenly seed to recall sothing. She blinked innocently and offered a hypocritical apology to her daughter,
"Oh my, I forgot! Your romance has currently gone halfway sour. Sorry, sorry~"
"Mama!!"
Even now, Sakuramiya Hitomi still couldn't understand how her father—the legitimate son of the Sakura Palace family head—had been so utterly infatuated with this mother of hers who was so full of mischief.
"Then, without further delay, let's welco the eight clubs that survived the brutal competition of the first round!!"
After Yurianna finished delivering her opening speech, it was finally ti for the registration of the various participating clubs.
"They are... the Soccer Club~"
As the club's na was announced, its collective mbers proceeded to walk out from one side of the athletics field, waving as the students and parents greet each other in the spectator stands.
"President Wada! President Wada!!"
"Clap, clap, clap!!"
Cheers constantly erupted from the surroundings, led by the cheering squad. The other students began to applaud in welco, prompting the adjacent parents to join in.
On the green lawn, Yan Huan, who was wearing sunglasses and sun-protective clothing, glanced at Yabashi Ki beside him.
He imdiately managed to understand without words, flashed an "OK" sign, and began remotely controlling the drone to start taking close-up photos of the club mbers' ntal state.
Simultaneously, these real-ti close-up shots broadcast to online viewers.
"Swimming Club!"
Yurianna continued announcing the program, and the others behind them began to follow one after another, repeating much the sa procedure.
...
"And next is... the Track and Field Club!!"
Following the entrance of the first six clubs one by one, the Track and Field Club led by Owen stepping onto the field triggered cheers from the entire audience.
"Owen! Owen! Owen!!"
That incredibly sunny Caucasian youth decided to wave his hand at the crowd before his gaze managed to lock onto the direction of Second Year Class A.
Sitting right next to Ye Lan and Ye Shiyu were Yumiko and her mother.
Yumiko, whose full na was Nijo Yumiko.
Upon spotting Yumiko, Owen began to wave frantically in her direction, wishing he could rush up and drag her down to walk around the entire field together.
...
Seeing this, Yumiko's face turned slightly red.
She sneakily glanced at the smiling middle-aged woman beside her before proceeding to give Owen an annoyed glare.
In response, Owen dramatically decided to cover his chest, feigning an incredibly sad appearance.
"Hahaha..."
Many people in the surroundings broke into laughter. After all, the couple of Owen and Yumiko was very famous at Far Moon Academy.
Owen himself was excellent and had originally been a strong candidate for Student Council President.
Furthermore, both Owen's and Yumiko's families were famous families in Linn. Therefore, from top to bottom—from the school administration to the parents and students—everyone knew they will beco a pair in the future.
"Track and Field Club! Track and Field Club! Track and Field Club!!"
The atmosphere was completely ignited by the interaction of this young couple on the stands, and the students in their seats enthusiastically began to applaud and cheer.
As the Track and Field Club walked past, Yurianna's voice echoed out again,
"Next up is the final participating club... the Doujinshi Society!!"
...
The mont they heard the title of "Doujinshi Society," the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Just a second ago, it had been bustling with noise, and the smiles had not yet faded from many students' faces.
But upon hearing the announcent for the "Doujinshi Society," their words choked in their throats, and the smiles froze on their faces.
Moreover, unlike all the previous clubs that boasted large rosters, the Doujinshi Society had few mbers to begin with. Now, without An Le, there were only four of them left.
Thus, in front of a huge crowd, the Doujinshi Society was like a lone small boat, looking incredibly fragile.
Even the typically carefree Spencer couldn't help but look a bit nervous as she stepped onto the vast, eerily silent athletics field.
Especially when, following the silence, all-pervasive gazes shot toward her from every direction, accompanied by whispers as soft as mosquitoes.
"Doujinshi Society? What do they do? Why haven't I ever heard of them, Papa?"
"Oh, Dad, it's just..."
"Mom, look at that blonde girl. That's the incredibly disgusting Spencer I told you about before... Yeah, the Eldest Miss of the Golden Lion Group, constantly relying on her wealth..."
"Look at those stinking fish and rotten shrimp from the Outer Campus next to her, especially Jiang Yun with a face full of acne..."
"Nino? Isn't he that scumbag who harasses the Track and Field Club senior's girlfriend?"
"Hey, is Tatsuya Sakawa that stinking pig from your class?"
Scornful, mocking, satirical, disgusted, angry...
Negative emotions surged like a tide from all directions, forcing Spencer to take an uncomfortable deep breath before turning to glare back fiercely.
Behind her, Jiang Yun frowned tightly, her gaze imdiately locking onto the direction where her na was ntioned.
Only Nino and Tatsuya Sakawa spent the entire ti lowering their heads, following ekly behind Spencer.
...
Inside the VIP viewing platform, Hers watched the scene below, silently taking out a handkerchief to wipe sweat from his forehead.
Then, he turned his head and glanced at the golden lion that had remained completely motionless, offering an embarrassed laugh,
"Um... Ms. Spencer, the truth is, everyone here is just cold on the outside, warm on the inside. Normally, they are all very friendly toward your beloved daughter, haha..."
...
But right in the midst of this uneasy and eerie silence, from within the green field of the arena, a faint, crisp sound echoed.
"Clap-clap... clap..."
The people far away in the stands couldn't really hear it, but Spencer heard it clearly.
She paused slightly and looked toward the green field beside the track, spotting Yan Huan in his sun-protective clothing, gazing back at her.
He stood entirely alone, casually clapping for them.
...
Seeing Yan Huan not too far away, the tense look on Spencer's face finally dissipated a bit, lted away by his applause.
So, she took a deep breath.
Following that, she once again flashed a confident, sunny smile, puffed out her chest, and marched forward with her head held high.
She led the few mbers of the Doujinshi Society to stand beside the Track and Field Club, though their four-person squad looked incredibly flimsy compared to the massive group next to them.
Within the Track and Field Club, Hua Zhaofeng—who had previously taken a beating—shot a hateful glare at Spencer. However, Spencer seed to sense it imdiately and whipped her head around.
This terrified Hua Zhaofeng so much that he hurriedly retracted his gaze. And it wasn't just him; many mbers of the Track and Field Club actively avoided Spencer's eyes.
Only Owen, standing at the very front, narrowed his eyes and glanced at Spencer beside him.
...
Spencer completely ignored him, and Owen didn't get annoyed. He simply offered a faint smile and looked away.
The competition was about to begin.
"The first round is divided into four groups. Group A features the Track and Field Club versus the Kendo Club! Please send out your representatives to play rock-paper-scissors; the winner will draw the competition event!"
Hua Zhaofeng imdiately sprinted out to join the Kendo Club representative at Yan Huan's position to draw lots.
After drawing, Yabashi Ki's drone swiftly flew over to broadcast a close-up of their rock-paper-scissors match and the subsequent drawing process.
Once the event was drawn, Yan Huan held the slip high, displaying it clearly for the drone's cara.
Finally, Yurianna's energetic voice carried the information to every corner of the stadium,
"Alright! The competition event for Group A is... Fencing!"
"Beep! Track and Field Club, valid strike!"
"Beep! Track and Field Club, valid strike!"
...
"Track and Field Club, 45 points, victory!" Spencer bit her thumbnail, watching as Owen managed to succeed with a single blow, before swiftly retracting his foil and standing aside like a true gentleman.
Only after the referee—a mber of the Kendo Club—declared his victory did he finally remove his helt.
"Phew..."
He blew at the stray blonde hairs that had fallen across his face from wearing the helt, then shot a sunny smile toward Yumiko's stand, instantly drawing a barrage of cheers.
"Owen! Owen! Owen!"
Seeing this, Jiang Yun adjusted her glasses, pursed her lips, and remarked,
"What exactly do these Inner Campus students grow up learning? Even when they draw an event the Kendo Club specializes in, they still manage to win..."
Far Moon Academy's Kendo Club didn't just practice the sports Kendo events of Sakura Country; their true core lay in modern pentathlon events like fencing.
A few of the Outer Campus students didn't even know the rules. They simply watched Owen, wearing protective gear and wielding a sword, exchange a flurry of attacks and parries before the referee called out a score.
Spencer had heard of it, though. Having spent ti around her mother, she had t quite a few children, many of whom studied fencing, equestrianism, and similar sports.
But she herself didn't fully understand the rules either, causing her forehead to bead with a slight sweat.
"Don't panic! This matter is also recorded in An Le's master plan..."
Watching Owen of the Track and Field Club claim victory with overwhelming force, Spencer wiped the sweat from her forehead and comforted her teammates with those words.
Soon, Group A finished, and it was Group B's turn to draw.
The two clubs in Group B were the Archery Club and the Baseball Club, resulting in a scenario akin to immortals fighting.
As Jiang Yun had pointed out earlier, the ones able to advance to the finals were almost exclusively sports clubs.
Out of the eight clubs, the only cultural club was Spencer's Doujinshi Society...
...assuming the Doujinshi Society could even be considered a cultural club.
Before long, the Archery Club and the Baseball Club concluded their match with an excellent scavenger hunt race, with the Baseball Club erging victorious.
Next up was Group C, where the Doujinshi Society belonged.
"Next is Group C: the Doujinshi Society versus the Soccer Club. Will both sides please send a representative up to draw lots?"
Jiang Yun glanced at Spencer, and upon being silently selected, Spencer strode forward toward Yan Huan's position.
The Soccer Club also dispatched a mber from their ranks. Suddenly, a shout rang out from an unknown section of the stands,
"Crush the Doujinshi Society! Slaughter Spencer!"
"Go, Soccer Club!"
Just as more and more people were standing up to cheer for the Soccer Club's campaign, a girl with short blonde hair stomped ferociously onto the railing of the stands, shouting loudly,
"EVERYBODY BE QUIET!!"
That single roar instantly drowned out the sea of voices. Those nearby even covered their ears, staring blankly at the girl dressed in formal attire, sporting a Disciplinary Committee armband on her sleeve.
It was none other than the Disciplinary Committee Head, Ashley.
She and the Disciplinary Committee were responsible for maintaining order during the events.
While that section was shocked into silence by Ashley's roar, Yabashi Ki, standing beside Yan Huan down on the field, covered his ears and grumbled,
"Such a booming voice..."
"Is that really necessary? She's so far away."
Yan Huan shot a speechless glance at the theatrically pretending Yabashi Ki but said nothing more, because the Soccer Club's president, Wada Ichiro, and Spencer had already arrived right in front of him.
He had no choice but to pull his gaze away and focus on Spencer.
"You two, prepare to play rock-paper-scissors to determine who draws the lots..."
Another referee from the Student Council gave this reminder upon seeing both parties in position.
However, heavily influenced by the cheers from the stands, Wada Ichiro's spirit had already begun to wander.
He increasingly felt as though he were the hero surrounded by the masses, marching to subjugate the Demon King.
If he managed to eliminate Spencer of the Doujinshi Society head-on, wouldn't he beco the ultimate prominent figure in the school for the next two years?
"Golden Lion Hunter," "Slayer of the Wicked Girl," "Guardian of the Far Moon Family"...
'Hey, hey, bring on the aweso titles!'
As these thoughts swelled in his head, Wada Ichiro beca incredibly hyped up.
He stared dead-on at Spencer, raised a tightly clenched fist, and issued a bold threat:
"Spencer! You shall be brought down by , Wada Ichiro, President of the Soccer Club!!"
...
Facing Wada Ichiro's fierce declaration, Spencer rely blinked, saying absolutely nothing.
She simply fanned out her right hand and abruptly raised it, aiming it from a distance straight at his extended, clenched fist.
"Huh?"
Seeing this, Wada Ichiro froze for a mont, still bewildered as to why Spencer—the notoriously short-tempered wicked girl from the rumors—was being so patient today.
To think she was completely indifferent to his harsh words...
'Is she... looking down on ?'
"Damn it, how dare you..."
"Doujinshi Society wins rock-paper-scissors, gaining the right to draw."
Just as Wada Ichiro was furiously preparing to demand an explanation, the Student Council referee next to them announced emotionlessly, instantly dragging him from his fantasies back to reality.
"Huh? Eh? The ga already started?"
"Yes, I already warned you..."
The Student Council officer showed an expression that made them hesitate to speak, terrified that saying even one more word would push Wada Ichiro into a critical ltdown.
...
Unfortunately, Wada Ichiro's face had already flushed bright red. Even the finger he raised to point at Spencer began to tremble,
"Spencer, you... you're despicable!!"
The most hilarious part was that Yabashi Ki had been broadcasting this entire rock-paper-scissors sequence using his drone straight to the massive screens beside the dia room in the athletics field.
Therefore, everyone in the stands had witnessed his bizarre display in full.
All those who had loudly cheered for him monts ago now looked like criminals with a permanent record, burying their faces in their hands and keeping their heads down, not daring to utter a single word.
Down below, Spencer couldn't be bothered with Wada Ichiro.
She rely let out a "hehe" laugh and walked up to Yan Huan, who was holding the lottery box.
Spencer tilted her nose up, looking at Yan Huan with imnse pride, as if silently asking:
"How about it? Aren't I super smart?"
...
Seeing this, the corners of Yan Huan's mouth couldn't help but twitch upward slightly.
He didn't reply verbally; instead, he held up the lottery box toward Spencer.
Spencer leaned in closer and thrust her hand deep into the box.
Because the box was quite large, once she reached her entire arm inside, it looked as though she were resting against the box, which consequently made it look like she was leaning against Yan Huan's embrace.
Her sky-blue eyes locked onto Yan Huan, yet darted around mischievously. Anyone could tell she was dedicating her full concentration to feeling the paper slips inside.
Spencer had to be cautious; she absolutely had to draw the most suitable paper slip for the Doujinshi Society.
"Hey, Spencer, how long are you going to draw? Can you hurry—"
"Got it!"
Just as Wada Ichiro tried to rush her, Spencer suddenly yanked a slip of paper out of the box.
"Buzz, buzz..."
As it was unfolded, the writing on it was broadcast across the entire stadium via Yabashi Ki's live broadcast.
"Running Long Jump"
"Running Long Jump?"
Seeing the text on the screen, Hua Zhaofeng, who was standing by the sidelines handing water to Owen, paused and pointed out,
"Captain, that's an event belonging to our Track and Field Club."
"Yeah..."
Owen took a sip of water, looking in their direction with apparent anticipation for this match's performance,
"Track and field, track and field... Even though the long jump belongs to the field events, by and large, a lot of the training thods are interchangeable, and the results are directly tied to overall physical fitness levels.
"I heard that ever since Spencer lost to
last ti, she's been training relentlessly. Perhaps we can get a glimpse of just how far she's co."
Owen's tone carried a hint of a smile, but Hua Zhaofeng absolutely refused to hear any possibility of Spencer doing well.
He just curled his lip and cursed bitterly,
"Captain, you really are a divine person. Whenever everyone else brings her up, they just feel disgusted and endlessly annoyed by her. You're the only one who can talk about her with a smile..."
"Not at all. I hate her too—I absolutely detest her. But hating her personality is one thing, and the competition is another. They are two separate matters, and they must be kept distinct."
"...Let's just hope she gets kicked out early. I really don't want to look at her for a second longer."
Owen kept sipping his water and didn't reply, choosing instead to focus solely on the Doujinshi Society's upcoming match.
The running long jump had extrely simple rules.
Run up for forty ters to reach the take-off board, and then jump as far as physically possible.
"Hmph, Spencer, don't get too arrogant. Many players in our Soccer Club have gone through rigorous track and field training. Defeating you stinking fish and rotten shrimp will be an absolute breeze!"
Standing by the long jump pit, Wada Ichiro stroked his chin, glanced back at his brothers, and began to assign the roster.
'My second brother, Wada Jiro, the team's right-back, known as "Osaka Little Motor"!'
'My third brother, Wada Saburo, the team's left-winger, known as "Kyoto Little Swift"!'
'My fourth brother, Wada Shiro, the team's center-forward, known as "Hokkaido Little Bee"!'
'And I, Wada Ichiro, the team's striker, known as "Tokyo One-Shot"!'
'With the combined strength of us four brothers, the worthless bunch from the Doujinshi Society will easily—'
"Hey, hey, Soccer Club, hold on a minute! The Doujinshi Society has four mbers—two boys and two girls. You also have to field two boys and two girls. You can't just send out four boys!"
"Ah?"
Wada Ichiro paused slightly. Looking at the frowning Student Council referee beside him, he was instantly dumbfounded.
Right!
Both Group A and Group B had possessed large rosters, so they had fielded robust, core male mbers.
Because both previous matchups had featured an equal number of male participants on each side, Wada Ichiro had completely forgotten about the gender-balance rule.
As a result, when it ca to the Doujinshi Society, the Soccer Club was left staring blankly in sheer shock.
Wait... where exactly was the Soccer Club supposed to find two girls capable of doing the long jump?
The best they could do was recruit a couple of football cheerleaders!!
Watching the four Wada brothers standing completely dumbfounded by the track, Spencer finally revealed a wicked, evil smile.
Gripping her mobile phone tightly, she couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude toward An Le in her heart.
This was exactly An Le's overt strategy!
At this very mont, pinned in the Doujinshi Society's group chat, was the comprehensive strategy guide that An Le had compiled after staying up all night on Friday...
Oh, Friday night—the sa night Yan Huan and Spencer had gone to watch the "Angry Little Pigs" parade and the Golden Bomb Pig fireworks.
While Yan Huan and Spencer were sitting on the terrace admiring the fireworks, An Le had been racking her brains to deduce every possible scenario they might encounter during the Club War Finals.
In it, she rationally pointed out:
Out of the eight clubs, the only ones possessing female athletes with truly formidable physical strength were the Track and Field Club, the Swimming Club, and the Kendo Club.
While the Soccer Club at least had a few 'football cheerleaders,' the Baseball Club was plagued year after year by rumors that they 'engage in homosexual activities,' proving they truly had no female mbers to spare.
The Archery Club had many female mbers, but they were not skilled in stamina battles; if the event was tied to track and field—which comprised the bulk of the options—they were basically dood.
In reality, Far Moon Academy had more female students than male students, but the vast majority of girls were in cultural clubs. Thus, by the ti the finals rolled around, they appeared remarkably scarce.
An Le had seized perfectly upon this fact, instructing Spencer to boldly draw track and field events when facing the Soccer Club.
"Spen... cer..."
Wada Ichiro was so infuriated he nearly passed out, but there was absolutely nothing he could do.
Fighting back tears, he had no choice but to pull himself and his second brother off the field.
Since his third and fourth brothers were stronger in track and field than the two of them.
And since that still wasn't enough, Wada Ichiro gritted his teeth and called up the female manager and the logistics girl from the Soccer Club.
Watching those two girls—who looked as though they had never exercised a day in their lives—step onto the field, Spencer gave a "hehe" laugh and prepared to officially start the match.
From the surrounding stands, sounds of scorn and angry curses faintly drifted over once again.
Spencer heard them, but then subconsciously darted another glance toward Yan Huan.
It seed that his applause earlier—when she had been spat upon by the crowd during her entrance—had put her at ease.
Therefore, at this mont, it was almost like muscle mory compelling her to look in his direction.
Upon discovering that Yan Huan, still in his sun-protective clothing, was still watching her, her racing heartbeat finally steadied once more, and she returned to competitive state.
"Curse all you want, don't be affected. If I want to win..."
Spencer stood at the starting line, took a deep breath, and continued to murmur to herself.
Then, in the very next second, she managed to start running like lightning, opting to abruptly rush towards the take-off board.
"Thud, thud, thud, thud!!"
Across the entire forty ters, the crowd in the stands hadn't even managed to recover from their angry curses and indignation before Spencer's ferocious speed morphed into a vicious slap directly across their faces.
"Ahhhhhh!!"
In the following second, Spencer felt as though she had reached the edge of a cliff. A sudden force from the soles of her feet exploded upwards, urging her whole body to temporarily break free from the shackles of gravity...
In that fleeting mont, she felt as though she grew feathers. Like a pig transforming into a bird, she no longer needed the aid of a slingshot to rush towards the sky.
Facing the sun, Yan Huan watched as she soared upwards. Her beautiful posture outlined a perfect arc in mid-air...
...before she managed to land heavily on the sand.
"Thud!"
"8.61 ters?!"
Yan Huan stared wide-eyed as she slamd heavily into the sandy ground.
At that mont, a strange thought suddenly popped into his mind:
Would her body feel pain crashing down like that?
But on second thought, Spencer was completely insensitive to pain, and the landing zone was sandy ground. How could she possibly feel hurt?
Shaking his head, Yan Huan allowed this unexplained worry to be covered by the achievent, transforming it into the motivation to record with his pen.
"First jump for the Doujinshi Society: 8.61 ters."
Once the recording completed, Yan Huan reached out and lightly pressed the collar of his sun-protective jacket, switching on his portable microphone.
This way, his spoken words could be carried by the sound system spreading throughout the entire athletics field.
Hearing Yan Huan's voice, Spencer quickly stood up from the sandpit, patted her butt, and shot another glance in his direction.
...
anwhile, inside the athletics field, there was a scene of complete silence all around.
The vast majority of people didn't understand the score classification for track and field, but they could tell visually just how far she actually jumped, leaving them completely speechless.
Only on the Track and Field Club's side stood Owen with his arms crossed, staring intently at the landing Spencer, pondering who knew what exactly he was thinking.
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