Chapter 38 - Definitely Will Not Win

e."What’s going on with Hao Ren" Zhou Liren exclaimed as he watched the black Lincoln gradually vanish into the distance.The Lincoln sedan smoothly navigated through the city, and soon arrived at a sm...Chapter Thirty-Eight: Definitely Won't Win

When Hao Ren and Xie Yujia returned to the sports field, a 400-meter hurdle race was underway on the track. As they watched the competition, they made their way back to the stands.

Although there were supposed to be two hours of lunch break theoretically, not many students went to the cafeteria; most still snacked on cookies and bread while watching the games and playing cards or chatting.

The sight of Hao Ren and Xie Yujia returning together left Zhao Jiayin and company both surprised and delighted. None of them had expected that Hao Ren, who seemed loyal and trustworthy, would actually be so close to the class beauty, Xie Yujia. If everything went according to plan, there was a good chance she might become his girlfriend.

"Hey, you said last time that if Aron could find a girlfriend in university within four years, you'd lose 1000 yuan to Zhou Liren and Cao Ronghua," Zhou Liren, who had just lost thirty yuan at cards and was feeling gloomy about it, immediately called out to Zhao Jiayin.

Zhao Jiayin, who had initially been confident that Hao Ren would definitely not find a girlfriend, felt a bit uneasy. However, he wasn't the type to back down from his bets; after some thought, he said, "Zhou Liren, how about we make another bet Let's see if we can guess which rank Hao Ren will end up in."

Seeing Zhao Jiayin propose such a wager, other students also became excited. "Haha! This is interesting! We'll place our bets too!"

"Alright then! The market is open!" Zhao Jiayin threw aside his poker cards and picked up the paper and pen used to record wins and losses. "Bet on Hao Ren finishing last, at odds of 1:1; bet on him coming in second-to-last, at odds of 1:1.5... Bet on Hao Ren placing second, at odds of 1:50; bet on Hao Ren winning first place, at odds of 1:100!"

With Zhao Jiayin's bets open, the others immediately got enthusiastic.

"I'll bet Hao Ren finishes last for a hundred yuan!"

"I'll put fifty on him finishing second-to-last."

"Me too. He shouldn't be that weak to actually come in last."

"Ten yuan on him coming in dead last. Even ten yuan is good profit."

While they were all placing their bets with great excitement, Hao Ren and Xie Yujia found their previous seats and sat down, completely unaware of the commotion behind them.

Xiao Ling also took her former seat quietly drinking a beverage. Her appearance was unremarkable—neither particularly attractive nor unattractive. She always went home with Zhao Yanzi after school, and today they skipped class together; clearly, she was Zhao Yanzi's closest friend at school.

Putting aside Afzi's special status, she is actually just an ordinary middle school girl with her own best friends, small hobbies, and little quirks...

The 400-meter hurdle race ended, followed by several consecutive women’s running events: the 100-meter relay, the 400-meter relay, and the 800-meter run.

The originally dull sports field suddenly became lively again with the entry of these girls in their short tops and shorts.

East Sea University is a comprehensive university where faculties from all colleges and majors have relatively balanced teaching strength and research capabilities. Perhaps its most distinctive feature is the production of beautiful women.

The eyes of the boys on the stands lit up one by one, and the binoculars previously placed by their legs were picked up one after another.

Colleges with fewer male students and more female ones, such as the College of Liberal Arts, School of Film and Television Art, and Academy of Fine Arts, finally got a chance to showcase their talents.

Seeing Hao Ren watching the track with great interest, Xie Yujia took advantage of the moment to tease him: "With so many beautiful girls in East Sea University, why don't you find yourself a girlfriend"

"There's already one beauty in my class. Do I need to look elsewhere" Hao Ren replied casually without turning around.

Xie Yujia was taken aback for a moment and, after confirming from the calm expression on Hao Ren’s side profile that he did not mean anything special with his words, thought for a while before asking softly: "Could it be you already have a girlfriend"

Hao Ren followed the starting line of the track with his gaze, surveying each beautiful woman about to compete. He didn't hear Xie Yujia's question.

Xie Yujia blushed and was initially planning to ask Hao Ren more about Su Han but decided against it as she felt she had been prying too much recently. In the end, she held back.

Click! With the sound of the starting pistol, eight beauties set off simultaneously.

Although they ran at a moderate pace and couldn't be compared to male races, their graceful figures were undoubtedly the most eye-catching scenery for the watching boys. Loose black tresses, long legs swinging in motion, slender arms waving rhythmically, as well as their flushed faces all showcased the charm of sports.

"Hm! Hm!" Two coughs sounded behind Hao Ren.

Hao Ren turned around and saw that Zhao Yanzǐ had somehow already stood behind him.

He shifted to the left to make room for her and asked, "How was it"

"Not good at all! You looked like you were enjoying watching the beauties run, your saliva almost dripping out," Zhao Yanzǐ sat down and said with a hint of jealousy.

Only then did Hao Ren realize that he had been so engrossed in watching the girls' race that he hadn't even heard Xie Yujiā talking to him. But at this moment, he didn’t have the nerve to ask what she had said earlier.

Of course, it wasn't his fault either; there was no way a guy could remain unaffected when seeing so many beauties competing together. Didn't he see that other guys' eyes were about to pop out

Hao Ren wouldn’t explain these reasons in front of his "fiancée," though. He pretended to be serious and turned his gaze towards Zhao Yanzǐ, hesitating as if wanting to say something.

Actually, he was very curious about what Su Han had discussed with Zhao Yanzǐ; it's just that with Xie Yujiā around, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

"The next event is the 1500-meter race for boys. Participants, please come on stage and take your positions!" The loudspeaker on the playground announced again.

"It's your turn now," Xie Yujiā reminded Hao Ren.

“Mm.” Hao Ren stood up and was about to walk down the stage.

Xie Yujiā hurriedly pulled him back, took out a numbered cloth strip from her bag, and said, "Put this on!"

She rose to give it to Hao Ren but suddenly seemed hesitant, handing it over to him instead. "You put it on yourself."

Hao Ren nodded and tore open the adhesive tape, sticking the piece of cloth marked with number 8 onto his chest.

"Please come on stage quickly…" The announcement from the loudspeaker continued.

Suddenly, Hao Ren felt a bit nervous in his heart.

Xie Yujia smiled at him encouragingly, clenched her fist, and made an encouraging gesture to him.

Haoren also smiled at her, took a deep breath, and walked down from the stands.

"You must come in first place!" Zhao Yanzi urged him from behind.

Haoren didn’t turn around, waved his hand, and moved resolutely towards the track.

No matter whether he came in first or last, as long as he did his best, he wouldn't regret it. Haoren had always held this belief since elementary school, which is why he managed to successfully cross the finish line each time when others were falling down one after another.

Number 8 was at the outermost lane of the track, a disadvantageous position for long-distance running.

The golden sports uniform-clad Huang Xujie, who didn’t even bother to put on his number tag, stretched and relaxed his muscles as he casually strolled up beside Haoren.

Haoren glanced at him but said nothing.

"On your marks... "

The starting official’s voice rang out.

Haoren assumed a standard crouching position to prepare for the start.

Huang Xujie stood just behind and slightly to the side of him, occupying the second outermost lane, only half a meter away from Haoren.

"Second grade, today I’ll let you know what it means to have a gap," he whispered to Haoren.

Haoren turned his head slightly and looked past his shoulder to see Huang Xujie’s golden Nike running shoes and taut calf muscles.

"Set! Go!"

Bang!uo Ying’s discerning eyes, it was the heavy shadow of a failed business and excessive borrowing to cover losses."Since you didn’t attend our last PTA meeting, I wanted to discuss with both of you," Lu...