Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

After the monthly exam, the latest major event in the school should be the upcoming inter-school sports meeting.

"Is there anyone in our class who wants to sign up for track and field events? High jump, long jump, sprint and long-distance running are all fine~!"

The sports committee member of Xia Xingqiao's class is a girl. She is not very tall, but her voice is not low. She looks very neat with short hair.

She has been yelling back and forth in the classroom with the registration form for a long time.

but……

"Do you have golf? I'm better at that..."

The sports commissioner scratched his head: "...there is no such thing."

"Then, what about equestrianism?"

"This is just our school's sports meeting! It's not the Olympics, bro!!!" The sports committee raised its head to the sky and wailed, will you ride a horse to participate in the hurdles or the high jump? ?

It's the same as last year again!

This group of young masters and ladies in Yinghe only want to do aristocratic sports like golf, which can be done by moving their arms. Track and field events are either dirty here or tiring there. No one is willing to sign up at all!

Even those who signed up never got any good results.

Therefore, even though the annual inter-school sports meeting is held at the venue of Yinghe, Yinghe is still ridiculed by other schools every year for his lack of limbs... They have given up treatment and let the ridicule lie flat.

The Sports Commissioner Riemann lowered his head in frustration, intending to put away all the registration forms.

At this moment, a slender white hand suddenly pulled out a registration form from in front of her.

Riemann raised his head in great surprise and saw Xia Xingqiao standing in front of her smiling at himself, saying:

"Let me do it."

Riemann almost burst into tears on the spot: QAQ!Mom I saw an angel!

Some time ago, under Xia Xingqiao's persistent exercise, the physical fitness of this body has improved a lot.

Signing up for several track and field events shouldn't be a problem.

While Xia Xingqiao was carefully checking the registration form, many students in the class couldn't help but join in.

Unknowingly, they formed a circle, surrounding Xia Xingqiao in the middle like a crowd of stars.

Xia Xingqiao combined his actual physical condition and the schedule of the sports meeting, and finally he ticked off the 50m, 200m and the most tiring 3000m long-distance race.

Riemann:! ! !

Happiness came so suddenly, she couldn't stand still!

Riemann held the registration form, his hands began to tremble wildly: "Xia Xingqiao, do you really want to sign up for these three events? You will be very tired after running 3000 meters..."

Xia Xingqiao nodded, and before she could say anything, Xia Shuran, who was sitting on a seat not far away, frowned, looking worried:

"If you want to show off, you don't need to sign up for so many events... What if you don't run well and lose face to our class and Yinghe?"

Riemann: "..."

Other students: "..."

Xia Xingqiao blinked her eyes and replied seriously:

"Thank you for your concern. I have a sense of proportion. I will try my best when the time comes. Let me try."

"But..." Xia Shuran wanted to say something, but felt that the eyes of other people looking at her were a little strange.

Someone couldn't help but say, "Then you can run away."

Xia Shuran was stunned for a moment, and said, "I can't do it."

Riemann rolled his eyes secretly: Then you are talking fart:)

Why didn't she realize that Xia Shuran, the school committee member, had such an offensive smell before?