CHAPTER 457: 130. WHAT DID CONFUCIUS SAY TO HIS 3001ST DISCIPLE?_4

"Ow?"

The Hentai Club members all glanced over, and Little Thumb on An Le’s shoulder also slightly narrowed his eyes, flicking his tongue and muttered,

"That one is also lucky... although not as much as Yan Huan, but..."

Little Thumb glanced at An Le, and pretended to ask innocently in a low voice,

"Who is this guy?"

"Ah? He is our school’s President of the Track and Field Club, called Owen. I think his girlfriend is a junior in the second year."

"..."

Upon hearing that this guy had a girlfriend, any crooked thoughts Little Thumb had immediately extinguished.

Because it knew, with An Le’s character, let alone whether she would use the modifier or not,

Even if she did, she would never make a move on a married man.

The road ahead is long and arduous...

Owen walked up to Spencer, smiled slightly, and said,

"I’m not too good at other things, but I can run. I know you have a weak point in your physical endurance, so how about we compare ourselves in a 100-meter sprint?

"If I win, the Hentai Club loses one point to the Track and Field Club; if I lose, the Track and Field Club loses ten points to the Hentai Club."

Spencer was slightly startled, her intelligence taking the high ground, questioning,

"Wait, aren’t we supposed to draw lots? Have you guys been cheating, ow?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, the color on Owen’s face darkened slightly, and his smile became strained,

"We just compete directly, and after the results, we draw lots. The losing side can just deliberately lose points in the event."

"You can play that way, ow?"

"...Yes."

Owen folded his arms, looking at the annoying Spencer in front of him, and asked with a thin, cold smile,

"So, how about it, you up for it?"

Spencer eyed the distance of 100 meters with her eyes, very clear about the strength of her own physical endurance.

Even running at full strength, she would have plenty of energy to spare for this 100 meters!

"Sure, let’s compete, ow!"

Thinking so, she smiled confidently and replied.

"Good, I’ll go find a classmate from the student council to be the referee then!"

Owen twisted his shoulder and chuckled.

...

...

Having learned plenty of information, Yan Huan walked into the track field, holding his phone and playing Angry Pigs.

As he cleared level after level, a thoughtful expression emerged on his face.

"Bang!!"

The next second, the sound of the starting pistol caught his attention.

He looked up and saw Spencer shoot out like lightning.

Such a fast yellow lightning!

Are you trying to dodge spicy soup?

Yan Huan blinked, just about to ask who was up for a sprint against the astonishingly powerful Spencer.

But in the next second, he just watched as the belated Owen sprinted with his legs and caught up behind Spencer.

Amidst a bit of panting, mixed with the sounds of the wind, Spencer suddenly heard a familiar hometown phrase in her ear,

"On your left!"

Her sky-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and she turned to look to the left.

But this turning seemed too slow by comparison, and by the time she turned her head upon hearing the voice, she could only see the back of Owen in the left lane.

"??"

Spencer’s eyes narrowed slightly, her body not slow at all, but a whole second slower than Owen in reaching the finish line.

"Beep!"

"Spencer, 11.02!"

"President Owen!! President Owen!!"

"Awesome, awesome!"

Surprised shouts erupted from the surrounding stands, while Spencer, out of breath, walked slowly past the end of the runway.

Then, she incredulously raised her eyes to the figure of Owen in front of her.

Only to see him turn his head, raise his index finger towards Spencer, and chuckle,

"I don’t take disciples."

As soon as she heard this, Spencer’s still gasping face instantly turned red as if lacking oxygen, and veins pulsed on her forehead,

"You say you m..."

"Spencer, you can’t hit people!"

"Calm down!!"

An Le had long mastered Spencer’s nature; she raised her hand, knowing she was about to hit someone.

So she immediately ran over, holding Spencer back, fearing she would direct a Leo Flying Kick straight over.

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow, locked his phone screen, and walked over.

"President."

"President Yan..."

"The President is here."

Others greeted Yan Huan one after another as they saw him approach.

Yan Huan walked next to Spencer, reached out to pat her shoulder, and had the huffy Spencer turn back to him.

Her sky-blue eyes glanced at the Yan Huan without his Perfect Expression Management mask, a slight startle on her face, the anger fading bit by bit, eventually subdued by An Le’s effortless hold.

"..."

And after all that, Yan Huan’s gaze shifted to face Owen.

But he saw him chuckle, look towards himself, and also spoke a greeting,

"Yan Huan."

"..."