Dragging him toward the check-in table, he also yelled,

"Track and Field Club, assemble!!"

Meanwhile, the Cooper sisters, who had been waiting with arms crossed, narrowed their eyes and looked simultaneously at the extremely detestable Spencer.

Clearly, a great battle was inevitable.

...

...

"Lane one, Hentai Club; lane two, Track and Field Club!"

"Remember, no changing lanes for the first leg, and the second leg runners can only change lanes freely after crossing the takeover line!"

"The baton must always be held in hand until the end of the race! Anyone who drops the baton must pick it up themselves without affecting the opponents!"

"No false starts! No false starts! No false starts! Any false start will lead directly to disqualification!"

At this moment, first leg runners Jiang Yun and Hua Zhaofeng both approached the starting blocks, holding a black baton ready to start.

Jiang Yun took a deep breath and crouched down.

While in lane two, Hua Zhaofeng nervously glanced back at Owen.

Feeling his gaze, Owen immediately sighed as if frustrated by his inadequacy.

The referee sat next to the start, clutching the stopwatch, then gave the starter an eye signal.

The starter at the side of the track nodded, stepped forward, and raised the starting gun high.

"On your marks, ready..."

Everyone's eyes focused on that starting gun, and Jiang Yun also took a deep breath, concentrating to the utmost.

The whole stadium fell silent, even the breathing slowed down significantly, as if afraid of disturbing the sound of the starting gun.

"Bang!!"

Then, like a thunderbolt splitting the silence, the sound of the starting gun instantly propelled the two club members on different tracks to sprint forward.

Hua Zhaofeng clenched his teeth and sprinted with his head up, his movements not exactly standard, but the innate physical strength advantage of males still gave him the lead in the first 100 meters.

But soon, the disadvantage of his untrained and previously injured condition became apparent.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Just after sprinting past the first curve and reaching the straight track, he already started to tire, breathing heavily.

"Jiang Yun! Go for it, roar! Go!!"

Spencer, standing on the grass, shaped his hands like a horn, continuously cheering for Jiang Yun.

Hearing this, Jiang Yun gritted her teeth, maintaining her speed, and gradually caught up with the lead that Hua Zhaofeng had initially gained.

"Second-leg runners, please step onto the track!"

The referee's voice came from behind immediately, making Spencer quickly look toward Yan Huan behind him.

Yan Huan had already warmed up, muscles increasingly toned and tensed with energy ready to burst.

He glanced back at Spencer, gave a slight smile, and then stepped onto the track.

...

Owen also twisted his neck and slowly walked over to his side, waiting for the baton to arrive.

But Jiang Yun and Hua Zhaofeng, one an average-level girl and the other an untrained and previously injured man, were running incredibly slowly.

They had only run past 100 meters and the remaining 300 meters seemed so lengthy that it made you want to fall asleep.

Everyone's focus was entirely on the remaining three legs, especially the highlight competition between Yan Huan and Owen for the second leg.

Both competitors felt the same way.

"Yan Huan, this isn't our first competition, right?"

At this moment, beside Yan Huan, Owen looked ahead but suddenly spoke.

Yan Huan glanced at him, nodded,

"Yeah, but it's not as elegant as last time during the student council election."

"...Actually, since losing to you back then, I've always been puzzled about why you could win."

"..."

"Just like today, I've always been puzzled about what meaning there is in what you do."

Owen glanced at Spencer standing on the green lawn, then back at Yan Huan,

"I don't believe that a useless person who only causes trouble and is detested by people, like her, hasn't caused you trouble, nor do I believe you are doing this because you're concerned about the Golden Lion Group behind her."

"..."

"Then... why exactly?"

Yan Huan looked up and said to Owen,

"Because, this time she hasn't done anything wrong."

"Right or wrong..."

Owen was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said,

"My father once said that in this world, there's never a right or wrong, only winners and losers. I deeply agree with that..."

Owen's gaze drifted, and in the next second, he abruptly tore off his sports jacket.

"Whoosh~"

Just like Yan Huan, revealing his incredibly fit muscles.

In the surrounding stands, exclamations erupted.

"Wow, Owen took it off too!"

"Real men 1V1!"

"Wow, if both of them chased me at the same time..."

On stage, all the girls raising their phones turned into bloodthirsty spectators, extremely excitable.

But Owen only casually tossed his clothes to the side of the track, looked at Yumiko covering her mouth watching him, and spoke,

"Everyone is hoping that Spencer hurries up and leaves, and I have my own reasons for needing to win.

"These two points, to me, weigh more than right or wrong..."

Saying so, Owen looked at Yan Huan, smiling sunnily,

"Let's see then, whether it's your lone notion that's correct, or everyone's view including mine.

"Like that previous student council election, shall we compete again?

"By winning or losing, we define what's right or wrong!"

Yan Huan said no more, just turned his head looking forward and calmly stated,

"Come on."

As Jiang Yun and Hua Zhaofeng passed the second curve and reached the last 100 meters, both of their bodies hit their limits.

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