WTMR Chapter 5

“Good morning, principal, teachers, and fellow students.” Xiao Qing’s cold voice came through the microphone, “I am Xiao Qing from Class 1, Year 2 of high school. Today, I am honored to be the host of this sports festival.”

Xiao Qing stood under the umbrella that Xu Ling had given him, holding the microphone.

“Now, let’s begin the sports festival.”

…

Xiao Qing delivered his speech expressionlessly, like a robot.

But his gaze slowly shifted to the track.

Unlike in his original world, the first event was actually the shot put.

…

Nothing much happened during the shot put, but the second event was quite exciting.

“The shot put event has concluded. Next up is the long jump.”

The long jump was signed up by the protagonist, Wen Yu.

Oh, interesting.

As the host of the sports festival, the delicate and frail protagonist was so gentle that he actually chose long jump?

While Xiao Qing was curious, Xu Ling in the audience looked at him. Leaning against the railing, he followed his gaze and observed that boy’s figure.

The long jump quickly came around to Wen Yu.

(Here is Xiao Qing’s perspective)

Forgive me for my poor writing as I attempt to show Wen Yu’s unparalleled long jump.

Wen Yu took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

His determined gaze fixed on the sandpit in the distance.

“Three! Two! One! Whis—” The whistle pierced my eardrums.

Wen Yu sprinted quickly, reached the white line, paused for a moment, and jumped forward.

Hmm.

That was pretty bad.

Although I didn’t know his score, I could clearly sense that he would be among the last.

(End of Xiao Qing’s perspective)

After the long jump, when the protagonist returned to the audience, the attacker 1 and attacker 2 rushed over to offer water and comfort.

Alas, being the protagonist is great. Not only do they have a partner, but they also have people running errands for them.

It just smells like gunpowder and shura field.

“What are you looking at?” Xu Ling unknowingly appeared behind him, “The next event is the sprint, so you better watch me closely.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Don’t take your eyes off me.”

Xu Ling leaned on him and rubbed Xiao Qing’s head.

“… Don’t look at anyone else.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Oh, right.”

“Hm?”

“… Good luck in the competition.” Xiao Qing slightly turned his head and whispered in his ear.

“… Okay.” Xu Ling lowered his head, his ears slightly red. “Got it…”

Oh right, if I remember correctly, the attacker 1 Ye Cuihao and the attacker 2 Huo Ruitian were also participating in the sprint.

⋯⋯ I silently sweated for Xu Ling.

But if he could be the host, he should be able to secure a good spot in the sprint.

⋯⋯ No big deal, he could just settle for second place.

“Now, the long jump event has concluded.” Xiao Qing’s icy voice rang out again. “Next up is the event you’ve all been waiting for, the sprint.”

Unlike the long jump and shot put where participants competed one by one, the sprint would be a race with everyone running together.

Whoever won would be obvious.

The people who had been behind him had already quietly moved to the track.

They didn’t show any signs of nervousness, looking like extras.

That golden hair, shining brightly under the sun, looked like it would light up the world.

“Ah! My eyes!”

“Wow! So golden!”

The audience erupted in comments, claiming they were blinded.

But our golden-haired prince didn’t care at all. He even ignored the gazes from the attacker 1 and attacker 2.

He washed away the smell of gunpowder between attacker 1 and 2, adding a splash of color to the sports festival … ah no, it’s sunshine.

“Three! Two…” The contestants assumed their starting positions. “One!”

“Beep—” The athletes shot off the line like arrows, while some jogged along casually.

Clearly, Xu Ling belonged to the former group.

The sprint is not a long-distance run, every second counts. Who would play the patience game?

The sprint is all about explosive power.

As expected, the top three were the attacker 1 Ye Cuihao, the attacker 2 Huo Ruitian, and our extra Xu Ling.

Initially, they exchanged positions in a dizzying display.

Later, they began to run parallel, but Ye Cuihao fell behind gradually.

Only Huo Ruitian and Xu Ling remained.

Neither of them gave an inch, but there could only be one champion. Until the end, no one knew who would win.

They were getting closer to the finish line, and Xiao Qing couldn’t help but lean forward to watch.

The skin that was originally hidden under the umbrella was suddenly exposed, making it look whiter against his dark hair.

Just when Xu Ling could hardly hold on, a familiar face appeared not far away.

Just a little more, just a little, and he could finish.

Xu Ling gritted his teeth and sprinted forward.

Huo Ruitian: …!

In the end, Xu Ling did it.

He overtook Huo Ruitian and claimed the championship.

Xiao Qing dashed out immediately to congratulate him.

But Xu Ling didn’t stop. He ran straight toward Xiao Qing.

“… Xu Ling!” Xiao Qing was almost knocked off balance as Xu Ling jumped into his arms. “Let go of me!”

“I did it!” Xu Ling excitedly hugged Xiao Qing. “Xiao Qing!”

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations.” Xiao Qing struggled to escape his embrace. “I still have to host.”

“Oh! Sorry!”

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