Who says that real and fake daughters must fight each other?

The sun is scorching and the temperature feels high.

He Youyou was sweating profusely from the heat. He fanned himself several times with his hands, but it only made him feel even hotter.

Fortunately, the director team was kind enough to make each of them a small fan, which they hung around their necks to cool down a little.

It was agreed that Yunhe would be the one to run the long-distance race for Class A.

At this moment, she was standing in front of the simple runway with a blank look in her eyes, and it was obvious that she was in a daze.

After a while, Duan Zheyan held up the microphone and started to go through the process.

"Alright, our first race, the 800-meter race, is about to begin—"

Lin Xiao and Song Haorong were standing next to Duan Zheyan. Lin Xiao was holding a whistle in his hand, and Song Haorong was holding a red flag in his right hand.

"OK—set—go!"

As the whistle blew and the red flag waved, the contestants from each class ran forward desperately.

Yun He's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect that so many people could run!

He suddenly became serious and ran forward with all his might.

a circle.

When passing by them, you can still hear He Youyou's prominent voice, cheering her on.

In the sunshine, the girls ran freely, and their sweat fell on the simple running track.

It sparkles brightly under the sunlight.

[This is hilarious. I only ranked third even though I ran every day. People say we shouldn't have this kind of persona anymore. He flipped over so quickly and so well.]

[Are you crazy? Who says running every day will guarantee you'll be the fastest? That doesn't make sense.]

【Why are Yunhe's fans so angry?】

【Did you see us getting angry again? 】

[Isn’t it already frustrating enough? ]

At the last turn, Yun He suddenly became furious and rushed forward with all his might, leaving the two people in front of him behind in an instant.

Accelerate throughout the race and cross the finish line.

For a moment, the barrage of comments fell silent.

A few seconds later, many barrages suddenly rushed out.

[Huh? I, Yunhe, slapped you in the face again, you little hater~]

[This is a shady plot! It must be a show effect.]

[Yun must have paid them, why would he suddenly rush past them?]

【Hats, get lost.】

[Even if you can't run faster than me, you still spray. Even if you can run faster than me, you still spray. Are you some kind of fountain?]

[You guys are really making me cry. I've been a hater for over 20 years, and this is the first time I've been called a "little hater" so gently.]

【M?】

Except for the staff, no one knew that Yunhe’s fans had started another fight.

It was finally announced that Yunhe was the first in the 800-meter long-distance race, and Duan Zheyan laughed wildly with his hands on his hips.

He laughed and mocked other teachers.

"So what if there are more of you, hahahahaha—"

Bai Yun poked the person next to her and asked worriedly, "Teacher Duan, will you really not get beaten for saying that?"

The girl actually thought about it seriously and answered seriously: "I think the possibility is very small."

The program is being recorded and there is also a live broadcast, so Teacher Duan should not be beaten.

Lin Yin and He Youyou beside them were laughing so hard that they almost got internal injuries.

Teacher Duan's behavior is really asking for a beating.

The next event was long jump. Due to the severe shortage of manpower in Class A, He Youyou was kicked out to long jump.

Teacher Duan said euphemistically: "If you can dance that high, you can definitely long jump too."

It made them laugh so hard.

While waiting for the long jump, He Youyou winked at the Class B contestant next to her.

"You were also asked by the teacher to do the long jump?"

The girl was on the same team as He Youyou and replied with a smile, "Yeah, you too?"

He Youyou nodded, his face full of hatred and bitterness.

She really can't long jump!

She decided that she would be the last one to jump and see how far the others could jump.

After squatting on the ground and watching for a while, He Youyou felt that she could do it, and walked to the starting point with her head held high.

Run up, take off!

With a thud, He Youyou fell on the sand.

Lin Yin, who was watching nearby, screamed and rushed over to check on He Youyou.

Fortunately, her hands were quicker than her brain, she covered her face and rolled over.

When he turned over, he was still in a daze.

Seeing someone fall, Song Ying, who was standing next to him, hurried over to see what was happening.

He kept asking if anything happened.

"it's okay no problem."

Being pulled up by Lin Yin, He Youyou patted the sand off his elbows.

She wasn't seriously hurt.

The doctor who was waiting on the side was pulled over, took a look, and said silently: "She's fine, just a little scrape. Come over and apply some red medicine on you."

It was fine originally, but after applying the medicine, the knee looked scary red, and from a distance it looked like a big pool of blood.

After confirming that everything was fine, Lin Yin caught He Youyou and started to tease her.

"You can fall down even when jumping far. You are really unique."

He Youyou pouted, unhappy.

"You talk like you're so great."

"It's better than you anyway."

After the quarrel, the old doctor thought they were too noisy and drove them away.

I heard the two of them arguing as they walked.

"You must have made the doctor angry, so he drove us away."

"Why don't you say that it was you who made the doctor angry?"

"I bother."

……

The old doctor pinched his eyebrows, feeling helpless.

When they returned to the center of the field, it was time for a tug-of-war between the mentor team and the director team.

The more competitive the mentors were, the more they rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs.

Staring intently at the bow in the middle of the long rope, the five directors on the opposite side gathered together to discuss tactics.

The competition began, and the contestants in a circle raised their arms high and shouted, "Come on! Come on!"

The contestants were greatly encouraged and pulled the rope with all their might.

Yunhe squatted in the middle and acted as a referee.

Staring intently at the bow.

The red bow swayed left and right, making people's eyes dizzy.

Duan Zheyan's handsome face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and pulled the rope behind him.

He suddenly exerted force so hard that the fat director at the front staggered and was almost pulled down.

This time, the tutor group seemed to have found some weakness and pulled back hard.

But the four tall and heavy men in the director's crew are no pushovers either.

Seeing this, he pulled back. The rope was taut and it seemed like it would break in the next second.

During this tug of war, the red bow gradually moved towards the director team.

Staring at the red bow without blinking.

They were suddenly pulled closer, and the outcome was decided.

The fat director let go of the rope and gasped for breath.

"Teacher Duan, you guys are really working so hard... Whew."

Duan Zheyan's disadvantage here is that there are two girls involved.

Being light in weight, I couldn't suppress it.

But they did try their best. They were pretty good as they managed to end the stalemate after such a long time.

Lin Xiao almost wanted to fall to the ground without caring about her image, but fortunately, her years of idol image prevented her from lying down.

He was just bent over, his back arched, and breathing heavily.

The next event is shot put.

Surprisingly, among those throwing the shot put were Zhou Yafei and Lin Yimeng.

Lin Yimeng held the shot put and glanced at Zhou Yafei who was moving her wrist with a dark look.

Seeing Yunhe again, he rolled his eyes not too obviously.

He muttered, "What are you so proud of?"

Unexpectedly, although Zhou Yafei looked weak, she was actually very strong and won the first place.

Now their Class B has won most of the championships.

Duan Zheyan cast an envious look at him.

Having a lot of people...seems pretty good.

At least the eight-person relay team won't be nearly unable to gather enough people...