"Cough cough, I’ve been so busy lately, it’s made my head spin. It’s twelve yuan, right?" Ding Yue took out his phone, quickly scanning the QR code to make the paynt, then left the bubble tea shop at light speed upon hearing the "Whatsapp paynt of 12 yuan received" notification.
Upon arriving at the stadium, Ding Yue saw Yang Chen and a few students preparing to run. It seed like they were about to participate in a race.
So, with his bubble tea in hand, Ding Yue took a seat in the stands to assess Yang Chen’s abilities.
Previously, Director Xiong Yang from the Culture and Sports Departnt ntioned that Yang Chen was an exceptional sprinter, who once ca close to breaking the university record in Mist City.
"Principal Ding?"
Suddenly, a muscular man walked towards Ding Yue from the stands below. It was Xiong Yang, the Director of the Culture and Sports Departnt at Mist City Arts and Science University.
"Director Xiong, are they in their final training for the National University Sports Gas?" Upon seeing Director Xiong Yang approaching, Ding Yue queried.
"Yes, that Yang Chen is quite impressive. He runs fast, promising to bring us good results at the Gas," Xiong Yang replied, taking a seat beside Ding Yue.
"But getting good results isn’t enough. Is there any chance of winning a championship?" Ding Yue asked.
This was because, for Ding Yue, any result other than a championship would be practically useless.
Only by winning a championship could he fulfill a "University Honor", which would grant Ding Yue a reward.
"As for the championship, I can only say we have a chance." Xiong Yang couldn’t necessarily guarantee victory to Principal Ding: "Yang Chen has been training very hard recently."
Ding Yue did not comnt further.
Because the students were now ready.
Bang!
Accompanied by the starting gun, the students shot off like arrows.
From the start, Yang Chen took a slight lead and pulled ahead of the other students with his explosive sprints.
In likely no more than ten seconds, the students had completed the hundred feet race.
Without a doubt, Yang Chen was the first to cross the finish line.
Ding Yue was very curious to know his result.
"Liu, what was Yang Chen’s ti?"
Xiong Yang asked the referee, Liu.
"This ti, it was 10.49 seconds, a bit slower than before," Liu answered.
At this mont, Yang Chen had noticed Principal Ding in the stands and quickly approached him: "Principal Ding, what brings you here?"
"I ca to watch your training. The National University Sports Gas is coming up soon, are you feeling confident?"
Ding Yue asked Yang Chen with a grin.
Yang Chen, still breathing heavily with muscles visible on his forearms, replied, "I was slow just now, Principal Ding. But on the National University Gas stage, I will do my best, I promise!"
Looking at the determined look in Yang Chen’s eyes, Ding Yue trusted his commitnt and effort. But he knew that Yang Chen had to perform exceptionally well to have a chance of winning a gold dal, particularly since he was competing against all the university athletes nationwide!
"Yang Chen, which events have you registered for?"
Ding Yue asked again.
Even though Ding Yue had previously seen the list of participants and information, he wanted to make sure.
"Fifty feet, one hundred feet, 4x100 relay, and basketball," Yang Chen answered.
Ding Yue then stood up solemnly, patted Yang Chen’s shoulder and said seriously, "You are competing in the most events for our school. So, you must go for it. Bring back at least one championship, are you confident?"
When Ding Yue asked the final question, "are you confident?" His voice was loud and had perfectly conveyed his emotion.
"Confident!"
Yang Chen’s answer was both resolute and powerful.
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