"Baseness is the passport of the base, nobility the epitaph of the noble."
The school sports meet had begun.
Each class received a schedule outlining the general sequence of events.
The morning was mostly dedicated to sprint races, with both tracks in use.
As a result, Lin Mo had nothing to do.
But the one who truly had no obligations was Xu Sheng—having undergone surgery a month ago, he was still in recovery. For safety reasons, he was exempt from all physical activities.
The first event was the 50-meter dash, the most popular competition.
However, due to the sports teacher's intervention, only the fastest runners in each class were allowed to participate.
Too many participants would have made organization difficult.
Class teacher Chen Xiaoya sat in the class's base camp and asked Lin Mo with a smile,
"Why aren't you running the 50-meter? You’re the sports committee rep."
"But being the sports rep just means I’m strong, not fast," Lin Mo shrugged helplessly.
Chen Xiaoya had a favorable impression of Lin Mo. With his excellent grades, teachers saw him as a model student.
Even if trouble arose, it certainly wouldn’t be Lin Mo’s fault.
Just then, Xu Sheng suddenly popped up.
"Teacher, do we have evening self-study sessions these days?"
"No, not even for the second-years. Only the third-years do," Chen Xiaoya replied.
Xu Sheng sighed in relief. "That’s great."
A girl nearby teased, "What’s so great about it? Once we’re third-years, we’ll have to do it too."
Xu Sheng shook his head. "You don’t get it. There’s a difference between 'three in the morning and four in the evening' and 'four in the morning and three in the evening.'"
The phrase brought to mind the fable of the monkey keeper changing feeding times, but let’s not dwell on that.
Better to enjoy the moment first.
Meanwhile, the girls in class were already busy writing cheer drafts.
Phrases like "crouching tigers and hidden dragons," "flowers of success," and "sweat of victory" piled up in a cascade of adjectives.
Once finished, the drafts were sent to the announcer’s booth for live broadcast.
After a while, the class teacher left to watch the races—after all, they were her students, and she wanted to support them.
Lin Mo glanced over and noticed Chu Miaomiao copying cheer drafts.
Her handwriting was elegant, making the announcers more willing to read her submissions.
Poor penmanship, on the other hand, would get ignored.
Jiang Yunlu and others had gone to cheer for their classmates.
With nothing else to do, Lin Mo headed to the boys’ track.
He remembered that the fastest runner in their class was Pan Shubiao, one of the boys from the back row.
He had also played a key role in their previous "encirclement tactics."
The fourth heat of the 50-meter dash began.
Pan Shubiao stretched his ankles, his number tag stuck to his shirt.
The 50-meter distance was over in a flash.
Eyeing his competitors, who were already fidgeting with anticipation, he took a deep breath.
His feet settled into the starting blocks.
There was only one goal.
"On your marks… set! Bang!"
The starting gun fired, and the runners shot forward like wild horses freed from their reins.
Pan Shubiao’s feet flew—like an arrow loosed from a bow, he streaked toward the finish line.
Before anyone could react, he had already crossed it.
"6.77 seconds!" announced the sports teacher at the finish line, reading the electronic timer.
Only the winner’s time was worth announcing.
Pan Shubiao considered the result decent—not quite his personal best, but close.
Students from Class 8 swarmed around him, boys and girls alike, offering drinks to their champion.
However, Pan Shubiao was also a track and field athlete, so achieving such results truly lived up to his reputation as a sports student.
Lin Mo stood by the roadside watching, unsurprised by this. In his past life, the situation had been similar, except Pan Shubiao had still lost to someone else from Class One.
In the end, he only secured second place.
Compared to the boys' competition, the girls' side was far less intense.
As a result, Class Eight didn’t win a single medal in the girls' 50-meter dash.
Jiang Yunlu had signed up for the 100-meter and 200-meter races, so her turn hadn’t come yet.
However, many of the 100-meter participants had already started warming up.
When Lin Mo returned to the base camp, he saw Jiang Yunlu stretching.
"Weren’t you supposed to be cheering for them?"
"They lost in the preliminaries, so I came back."
Since Lin Mo wasn’t competing in any of the boys' events, Jiang Yunlu had no reason to stay and watch.
She simply returned to stretch and prepare for her upcoming 100-meter race.
As she stretched, Jiang Yunlu looked at Lin Mo. "You’ll come cheer for me later, right?"
"I will."
Lin Mo nodded.
Instantly, teasing noises erupted around the base camp.
"Lin Mo, will you come watch me run the 800 meters?"
A tomboyish girl batted her eyelashes at him in an exaggeratedly shy manner.
"Depends."
The girl pouted. "If you don’t want to, just say so. Couldn’t you at least lie to make us happy?"
Lin Mo smirked. No matter what he said, they’d tease him, so he kept his answer vague.
Who knows? Maybe he really would end up watching.
Just then, Geng Xiao returned from outside and immediately called out to Lin Mo. "Lin Mo, could you pass me a drink? Running is so hard."
Geng Xiao had participated in the 50-meter dash but was eliminated in the first round.
She knew that if she didn’t sign up, she’d be forced into a more demanding event, so she deliberately chose the easiest race to lose early and bow out.
When Geng Xiao approached, the other girls barely acknowledged her.
After all, girls could easily spot a "green tea" act.
Just as guys could recognize a male version of the same.
Still, Lin Mo casually picked up a drink and handed it to her.
"Thank you~" Geng Xiao cooed sweetly.
The other girls shot her disgusted looks.
Jiang Yunlu, however, remained calm. She knew Lin Mo felt nothing for Geng Xiao—if anything, he saw her as a joke.
So she wasn’t bothered by Geng Xiao’s advances. No matter how hard she tried, it was pointless.
Then Geng Xiao pretended to struggle with the bottle cap.
"Oh no, I can’t open it. Lin Mo, could you help me?"
Lin Mo pretended not to hear, staring off into the distance.
The tomboy beside him snatched the bottle from Geng Xiao, twisted the cap open effortlessly, and shoved it back into her hands.
"Here. It’s open now."
The others silently cheered her on.
Defeated, Geng Xiao took a sip—only to suddenly choke and burst into a coughing fit.
This, of course, was Lin Mo’s doing. A little "accident" to shut her up and keep her from bothering him further.
With that settled, Lin Mo walked away.
Soon, the 50-meter dash concluded. Just like in his past life, Pan Shubiao lost again, this time by just a hair.
But instead of being upset, Pan Shubiao walked up to the winner and said, "I still can’t beat you. But mark my words—I’ll win before these three years are up."
The top-ranked guy clearly had a higher air of prestige, being the one challenged. Sipping his sports drink, he smiled and said, "Well then, I’ll be watching. I’m also signed up for the 100-meter and 200-meter races, by the way."
"Same here. I’ll beat you next time."
Lin Mo listened to these declarations and couldn’t help but recall the next three years, during which Pan Shubiao had only managed to surpass him a handful of times.
Pan Shubiao even earned himself a nickname: The Eternal Runner-Up.
Though rumor had it they later attended the same university and even ended up as roommates.
What happened after that, no one really knows.
The story took a bit of a strange turn.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
