CHAPTER 557: 155. SPENCER IS ON MY MIND_5

"Hopefully she’ll get lost soon, I don’t want to see her at all."

Owen sipped his water without responding, just focusing on the Hentai Club’s competition.

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The Long Jump is very straightforward.

Take a 40-meter run-up to the takeoff board, then jump as far as possible.

"Hmph, Spencer, don’t get smug. Our Soccer Club has many players who have been through proper track and field training. A bunch of nobodies, beating you guys would be a piece of cake, right?"

Standing at the edge of the long jump field, Wada Ichiro stroked his chin, glanced back at his brothers, and began to rally his troops.

My second brother, Wada Jiro, the right-back of our team, known as "Osaka Mini Motor"!

My third brother, Wada Saburo, the left forward of our team, known as "Kyoto Swallow"!

My fourth brother, Wada Shiro, the center forward of our team, known as "Hokkaido Little Bee"!

And I, Wada Ichiro, the striker of our team, known as "Tokyo Strike"!

With the four of us brothers together, Hentai Club’s chickens and dogs are nothing but...

"Hey, Soccer Club, wait a second! There are four people in the Hentai Club, two males and two females. You also need to have two males and two females, you can’t just have four males!"

"Ah?"

Wada Ichiro blinked slightly, looking at the frowning student council referee, completely dumbfounded.

Yes!

In the previous Group A and Group B, since everyone was numerous and strong, all were robust males.

So, with equal numbers on both sides, Wada Ichiro had forgotten about the gender difference.

As a result, they were outsmarted by the Hentai Club.

Well, where can our Soccer Club find two girls who can long jump?

Finding two soccer babes would be more feasible!!

Watching Wada Ichiro brothers standing by the track completely shell-shocked, Spencer finally revealed an evil smile.

She clutched her phone tightly, internally thanking An Le.

This was An Le’s open strategy!

Currently, in the Hentai Club’s group chat, it still displayed the grand plan that An Le had devised all night on Friday...

Oh, that Friday night, the night Yan Huan and Spencer went to watch the "Angry Little Pigs" parade and the Golden Bomb Pig Fireworks.

While Yan Huan and Spencer were sitting on the balcony enjoying the fireworks, An Le was wracking her brain predicting every possible scenario for the club finals.

Among them, she logically pointed out:

Among the eight clubs, clubs with strong female athletes were only the Track and Field Club, Swimming Club, and Kendo Club.

The Soccer Club occasionally had a few ’soccer babes’, while the Baseball Club, infamous for its yearly ’gay’ rumors, clearly had no options left.

The Kyudo Society had many females, but they were not adept at physical combat, and if the projects were tied to track and field in large numbers, they were essentially doomed.

Actually, Yuanyue Academy had more females than males, but most females were in cultural clubs, so they appeared scarce towards the finals.

An Le took advantage of this, boldly picking the track and field event for Spencer to face the Soccer Club.

"Sp... Spencer..."

Wada Ichiro felt like he was going to pass out from rage, but was helpless.

He could only tearfully help himself and his second brother off the field.

Since his third and fourth brothers were stronger in track and field.

Later, Wada Ichiro, gritting his teeth, had no choice but to call up the female manager and logistic members of the soccer team.

And watching those two girls, who clearly hardly exercised, step onto the field, Spencer chuckled and prepared to start the competition officially.

Around the stands, disdainful and cursing voices faintly came through.

Spencer listened, but then unconsciously glanced towards Yan Huan.

Perhaps because he was the only one clapping when she was scorned upon entry, it calmed her down.

So now, it was almost like muscle memory for her to look that way.

When she noticed Yan Huan, still watching in a UV protection suit, her racing heartbeat finally steadied a bit, returning to the competitive state.

"Curse all you want... It shouldn’t affect me if I want to win..."

Spencer stood at the starting line, took a deep breath, and muttered to herself.

Then, the next second, she was off like lightning, sprinting toward the takeoff board.

"Tap Tap Tap Tap!!"

The entire forty meters, the spectators hadn’t even managed to recover from their curses and frustrations when Spencer’s swift speed served as a slap across their faces.

"Ahhh!!"

The next second, Spencer, like reaching the edge of a cliff, suddenly exerted force under her feet, propelling her body to temporarily escape the bounds of gravity...

In that moment, she seemed to sprout feathers, transforming from a piglet into a bird, no longer needing a slingshot to soar into the sky.

Facing the sunlight, Yan Huan watched her soar, her striking form drawing a perfect arc in mid-air...

Then, she landed heavily onto the sand.

"Bang!"

"8.61 meters?!"

Yan Huan’s eyes widened as he watched her crash into the sand.

At that moment, a strange thought crossed his mind:

Would her body hurt from such a fall?

But then again, thinking about it, Spencer being tough and with sand underneath, how could it hurt?

Shaking his head, Yan Huan let this inexplicable concern be overshadowed by her score, motivating him to start recording.

"Hentai Club’s first jump, 8.61 meters."

After recording, Yan Huan lightly pressed on the collar of his UV protection jacket, turning on his microphone.

This way, his voice could be heard throughout the entire track field via the loudspeakers.

Hearing Yan Huan’s voice, Spencer quickly got up from the sandpit, dusted off her buttocks, and glanced his way again.

"..."

And at this moment, inside the track field, it was utterly silent all around.

Most people did not understand track and field scoring, but just from the naked eye, they could see how far she had jumped, thus no further words were needed.

Only at the Track and Field Club’s side, Owen, with his arms crossed, stared intently at Spencer as she landed, unknowing what exactly he was thinking.