Chapter 120 What is One's Own Strength?

I never expected that Li Yan would have such a hard time keeping up with her "future".

The long-distance runner's long legs swing particularly fully, a rhythm that Li Yan cannot imitate.

At the beginning, two other guys tried to keep up, but they gave up and started jogging after running only 50 meters.

Are you kidding? You can exit after running three laps at this speed.

Li Yan was secretly shocked. He had originally wanted to sprint for the championship, but at this pace he would inevitably reach the limit of 800 meters. Even if he had another burst of physical strength, it would not be enough to support him to sprint another 700 meters.

Is there going to be a situation where you can’t win even with cheats?

Facts have proved that Li Yan overestimated his opponent and underestimated himself. He had not developed rapidly in the first year of junior high school, and his opponent had not developed rapidly either. They were not Li Canhui who jumped two levels in badminton.

After only four hundred meters, the long-distance runner's speed slowed down. Li Yan did not speed up, but kept a distance and followed behind him.

The long-distance runner usually doesn’t accelerate so quickly, and he was really scared by Li Yan’s performance in the 800 meters.

Finally, I managed to break myself down. After running one thousand meters, I couldn't hold on any longer and my speed dropped significantly.

Thanks to him, Li Yan once again exhausted his physical strength, but this time was different from before.

It became more difficult to make it through the limit. I ran a small lap in agony, and was left 20 to 30 meters behind the long-distance runner. I thought I couldn't make it through this time, but then the system's prompt sounded belatedly:

Ding!
[Physical Strength +1, Level 22 Skill, ]

After dragging your time for the entire lap, you just need to speed up a bit in the last lap to get first place.

It is not easy to pretend to be in pain and sprint when you are full of energy and then look exhausted after the sprint.

Ding!
[Acting +1, Level 36 skill, ]

It seems that the acting part of the 42-point "singing" has improved the acting level.

These can all be classified as performances...

Ding!
[Performance +1, Level 18 skill, ]

Li Yan looked at her roommates and classmates rushing towards her, and the fulfillment in her heart was indescribable.

Although he was still frightened by the short lap he had just run that overdrew his physical strength, he clearly felt his body sending out warnings. He was afraid that as his physical strength increased, the chances of him being able to overdraw and surpass and reset would become fewer and fewer in the future.

But it doesn't matter. Once his various stats are up, there probably won't be many times when he will need to use up all his physical strength.

It feels so good to have progress in your efforts, and the sunshine of youth is so dazzling.

The long-distance runner was pushed to his limit in the last section by Li Yan who accelerated and overtook him. It can be said that he still won honor in defeat.

Li Yan was only five seconds away from breaking the record again. Teacher Chen came over and seemed to be hesitant to say something, then left in a dilemma.

But he has decided to accept Li Yan as his track and field apprentice!
That night during self-study, Li Yan fished out candy from her desk drawer for the first time in her life.

There were also small cards, envelopes, paper cranes and even an orange.

Orange? Let me see whose back it is?

"Someone likes you." Bai Xiaosheng, as a witness, said it very directly.

"Well, maybe more than one." Li Yan also answered directly.

"Wow, is this the confidence of Prince Charming?"

"If you came up with this name, can we just break up for one night?"

Bai Xiaosheng waved his hands repeatedly, "This is what the girls talked about in the dormitory. There are more exaggerated ones than this. Do you want to hear it?"

"…Isn't your source of information a bit awesome?"

"These things were placed when there were no one in the class. Do you want to know who placed them there? I know."

"Do not want to."

"Huh?" Bai Xiaosheng was stunned.

"Like is a two-way thing. If she likes it but I don't, what's the point?"

The cold beauty at the front table suddenly shook her shoulders, and her long ponytail began to swing.

Hello...really?

"No." Bai Xiaosheng shook his finger and lowered his voice, "It's really not her."

Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Hmm? Why the sigh of relief?

"Boss Bai, I want to ask you a question."

"Speak." Bai Xiaosheng's eyes began to light up. Great, little Li Yan, Li Xiaoyan, you've been so cold and pretentious, maybe you're feeling romantic now!
"Can I share these things given to me with others? I can't eat them all by myself."

Bai Xiaosheng's face froze.

"Or is there something like if I eat it, it means I accept the feelings and have to take responsibility? If so, I'll throw it away."

"You should eat it... Share it with Qinglun Ruofei and the others. Throwing it away would be too heartbreaking."

"Yeah, let's try to save some good luck." Li Yan said as she threw two candies to Li Ruofei and Zhu Qinglun, and they peeled them happily.

I don't care at all that the icing is decorated with pink hearts.

The next morning was the sprint finals, but everyone's enthusiasm had obviously dropped a lot.

First, the novelty has almost dissipated; second, the finals were almost entirely played by sports students, so the sense of participation was far less than yesterday; third, there were only games in the morning on Friday, and people had a day off in the afternoon, so everyone's hearts had already started to drift back home.

Finally, and most importantly, once the school sports meet is over, the midterm exam will be here...

For these students from New Taipei First High School, nothing is more important than exams.

Li Yan didn't feel much pressure today. Yesterday's long-distance running had already proven her strength. She had given her all in the three short-distance running finals this morning. She was really exhausted after running 100 or 200 meters. She could take it easy in the 400 meters without affecting her ranking.

Except for Song Xiaofei and a brother from the football team, no one else can run 400 meters at all.

However, the athletes who were practicing their corresponding events were very nervous, especially the five who were taking the 100-meter race. They all had tense expressions, as if they were facing a great enemy.

In the end, Li Yan took third place in the 100 meters, and second place in the 200 meters and 400 meters, which was a satisfactory result for everyone.

That’s pretty cool, but it hasn’t ruined the jobs of track and field students.

Giving people room for discussion and imagination is the Chinese doctrine of the mean.

This moderate requirement... isn't it a bit too high?

Lin Heng won the fourth place in the 200m finals, and unfortunately did not contribute points to Class 4. The 100xm was the final event. There were classes in the grade, but only men's teams and women's teams were formed, totaling teams. There was a class of sports students who specialized in m but did not form a team. They were squatting on the ground watching the competition in frustration.

There is no preliminaries in the relay, and the teams are ranked directly based on their results.

The last event ignited everyone's passion. As soon as their class team appeared on the stage, everyone shouted at the top of their lungs, and dispersed as soon as they finished running...

The strength of Class Zero is actually quite good, but considering that there are three male athletes in three of the regular classes, the top three can be said to have been reserved in advance.

Li Yan was worried that she had competed in three short sprints in a row, which had affected her condition to some extent. If she failed in the final sprint, she didn't know how to face her teammates.

Then Hou Xuan was too nervous and didn't hold the baton firmly, so he was eliminated on the spot.

"It's okay, it's just a small relay race. We haven't practiced much, so it's fine as long as everyone tries their best!"

Li Yan used all the words that she had just been thinking of for a long time to comfort herself to appease Hou Xuan.

All the projects were settled, and the grades bulletin board was crowded with people discussing the class points. At first, the discussion focused on how their respective classes were doing, but as they talked, they realized something horrible.

“Great records are always created unconsciously.” - Li Yan.

Men's 1500m champion, 800m champion, 400m runner-up, 200m runner-up, 100m third place, running long jump third place, standing long jump third place.

Maybe it was because there weren’t many athletes participating in the running jump and standing jump, and the gap between them and the first place was obvious; maybe it was because I didn’t win the championship in the sprint, so the impression was not deep enough…

In short, few people realized that Li Yan only did not win awards in two competitions.

No, who the hell participates in all the competitions? This is outrageous!
In order to stimulate everyone's enthusiasm for participating, the points setting for this school sports meet is not too big a difference between the champion and the second and third place. The champion gets 5 points, the runner-up gets 3 points, and the third place gets 2 points - except for the relay race, which gives 1 point to the fourth place, there is no other points.

Li Yan scored 22 points alone.

Class 5 of the first grade, which has a total of 26 male and female athletes, only scored points at most - mainly thanks to the strong performance of the girls' events.

"Fortunately, Li Yan didn't win a prize for the shot put." A student from Class 9 of the first grade sighed.

"But the shot put champion is also from Class Zero!"

Suddenly there were wailing sounds everywhere.

Asshole! Including shot put, Class Zero just surpassed Class 9 of Junior 1 by one point!
What happened to the promise that Class Zero would be a bunch of nerds? What happened to the promise that this year's school sports meet would be the time for Class 9 of Grade 1 to dominate the world?
Class Zero has blown away everyone else in terms of academics, and now even its sports are dominating New Taipei First High School. Is there any way for us to survive?

"Actually, we didn't lose to Class Zero. Class Zero didn't score a single point in the women's event. We should have lost to Li Yan alone." Someone explained.

The wailing became more painful.

"He ranked eleventh in the monthly exam." Someone added.

A group of people were about to lament even louder, when suddenly someone waved his hands:
"No, no! He is second in the grade including the extra exam questions!"

Many people heard the sound of heartbreak.

Li Yan didn't hear these discussions, otherwise he would have been upset for a while. At this moment, he was basking in the autumn sun, enjoying the cool breeze that was not cold and the warmth that was not scorching.

When there was no one around, Zhu Qinglun was still the big shot in the dormitory, "Boss Yan, are you happy?"

"I am Mr. Lee."

"What a wonderful person." Zhu Qinglun showed a rare sentimental side. "When I saw Ruofei in the dormitory, I thought that he was already amazing for being good at both literature and sports. I didn't expect there would be someone like you."

"I blossom three times."

"I think you have more than three flowers."

Zhu Qinglun didn't start to complain after a few jokes, it seemed that he had something to ask.

"Li Yan, sports are just a joke to you...right?"

"That's really hard to answer. After all, I have worked hard to improve myself. To say that I am joking is disrespectful to others and myself."

"Then it's not that important." Seeing their roommates waving in the distance, Zhu Qinglun and Li Yan slowly walked over. "You can say I'm envious or jealous, but I'm just curious. With your... talent and ability, I can't imagine how you'll develop."

Li Yan did not respond and waited for Zhu Qinglun to continue.

"I am different from Ruofei. He has great literary talent and is what everyone imagines to be a literary talent. I am better at writing argumentative essays, and people always say that I have good logic... I am not actually proud of my geography, I just learned it earlier and more than everyone else."

Open your heart and move slowly.

"I really didn't expect you to answer Reykjavik before. This question is definitely not a fluke."

But this was really a lucky critical hit... Li Yan was about to explain when Zhu Qinglun over there had already gotten into the state.

"But it's a good thing, because it helped me realize that my so-called strong geography was just a slow start. What I really love is still Chinese, and what I am best at is still argumentative writing."

Good buddy, I have analyzed the pros and cons for you yourself, what can I say?

"But you are different. To be honest, I used to be worried... If I don't beautify myself, it's not worry. In fact, I'm just wondering if you will be unable to compare with the best people in every aspect if you put all your efforts into this approach.

"In the end, you slapped me in the face, Mr. Yan. Yesterday afternoon, I saw you running a long-distance race. You were almost exhausted, but suddenly you won the race steadily. Really, I got it."

"Well...it's not like he's going to die soon." Li Yan finally spoke.

"Li Yan, you are not a normal person."

Looking at Zhu Qinglun's serious expression and sharp eyes, Li Yan instantly broke out in a thin layer of cold sweat.

"You're a monster."

Ah this...

"I'm really curious, what are you best at? You're good at everything, and I can't imagine your future at all."

"I can't imagine it either." Li Yan, who was relieved, immediately stood up, "I just want to do everything to the best of my ability."

"Ah?" This answer was completely beyond Zhu Qinglun's expectations, making it seem as if what he had been thinking before was just a joke.

"Qinglun, we only have one life, right? You're right. We need to figure out what we love most."

"then you?"

“I love to pretend.”

Zhu Qinglun's soul was shaken. He felt as if his soul had been plucked out and cleansed today. However, the water that looked clear did not seem very clean...

　Normally, one chapter of the day will be updated at 9:00 in the morning and 15:00 in the afternoon.

　　At night, check the status and plot progress to randomly drop updates.

　　I will try to post some more coherent plots at the same time, such as today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)