Senior, don't be afraid, I'll protect you.

The women's 800-meter race is in the morning, while the 3,000-meter race is in the afternoon.

Luo Ye sat in the audience, looking at the fairy-like senior standing at the starting line, and was so excited that he stood up.

Fortunately, Wang Dachui was very strong and managed to push Luo Ye down.

The two sat in the stands, their eyes intently fixed on the rows of girls on the track.

There were 36 girls participating in the 800-meter race.

In a long-distance race, there is only one round, everyone runs together, and the winner is determined in one round.

With the sound of a gunshot, all the girls started running.

Yu Qiuyu did not participate in the 800 meters, so even the girl who was in first place did not have a long gap with the second place.

There were too many girls, and the audience was looking for Su Baizhou, but Luo Ye's eyes were on her from the very beginning.

Su Baizhou didn't immediately take the lead, but she also didn't fall behind the top few, keeping up with the leaders with ease.

Eight hundred meters is only two laps on this four-hundred-meter track.

So almost right from the start, it's a sprint, and most people's speed will slow down after about 200 meters.

After running one lap, everyone was clearly a bit tired.

Without professional athletes or sports enthusiasts, Su Baizhou easily overtook the people in front and took the lead in the last 200 meters.

It's worth noting that she persisted in her morning runs for two years during her university years. Perhaps she isn't the fastest, but when it comes to endurance, no one can beat her except for those professionals.

Seeing that the fairy senior had run to first place and was only a hundred meters away from the finish line, Wang Dachui could no longer hold Luo Ye back.

The latter suddenly stood up and held up the support sign he had prepared in advance.

The sign read "[Su Bai Zhou, keep going!!!]" in large characters, along with three big exclamation marks.

"Su Bai Zhou! Go for it!! Su Bai Zhou!! Go for it!!"

This shout was heard directly by Su Baizhou on the track.

She didn't feel embarrassed; in fact, the voice did fill her with some indescribable emotions.

If I had to describe this feeling in words, it would be...

She wanted to show her best side to the person who had always been watching her.

She took one step, crossed the finish line, and rushed across the red line.

A large crowd had already gathered at the finish line to welcome the long-distance runners.

Qin Yuwen was also there. She opened her arms, wanting to hug Su Baizhou after she crossed the finish line.

But Su Baizhou stopped in front of her, looking at her with a triumphant expression, and asked in confusion, "Wenwen, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuwen awkwardly withdrew her hand. She coughed lightly and said in a seemingly nonchalant manner, "Ahem, congratulations, Zhouzhou, you got first place."

"Ah."

Su Baizhou stood in the crowd, raised her head, and looked towards the audience.

That person was also looking at her.

The two looked at each other from a distance of more than 100 meters.

For her, the 800-meter race was just a warm-up in the afternoon.

In the audience, Luo Ye was incredibly excited when he saw his senior win first place, as if he himself had won first place.

After the initial excitement, Luo Ye became nervous.

The 3,000-meter race will be held in the afternoon.

After preparing for so long, the day has finally arrived, and Luo Ye feels somewhat uneasy.

But, for the reward from my senior!

He must get into the top three in this 3,000-meter race.

After having lunch, it quickly came to three o'clock in the afternoon.

The competition continued on the second day.

Luo Ye went to collect his number.

He inherited Wang Dachui's number, 250, which was arranged by the student council staff at Wang Dachui's special request.

"Having my number on it is like I'm always encouraging my son, hahaha."

Wang Dachui, sitting in the audience, finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter, clutching his stomach.

When Luo Ye had a competition, Shen Qiao and Li Haoyang also came to the audience. The three of them sat side by side, ready to cheer for Luo Ye.

The flag was made by Wang Dachui.

The person waving the flag was Li Haoyang.

As before, Shen Qiao was in charge of recording.

The sense of ritual in dormitory 515 is something that others can only envy.

Luo Ye stood on the track, looking at the few conspicuous bags above, and could only pray that these guys wouldn't embarrass themselves too much later.

The number of participants in the 3,000-meter race is about the same as that in the 800-meter race.

There were more than 30 boys, and about the same number of girls in the 3,000-meter race, making a total of more than 60 people.

Meanwhile, in the men's 3,000-meter race, no lanes were marked, and more than 30 people crowded on the starting line, standing in three or four rows, waiting for the starting gun to fire.

A 400-meter track and a 3,000-meter long-distance run, totaling seven and a half laps.

This is a test of endurance; just being able to persevere is already quite an achievement.

Soon, Liu Jianglai personally took the starting pistol and stood at the edge of the track.

Looking at the athletes before him, he shouted:

"preparation!"

Luo Ye was incredibly nervous. He stared at the track in front of him, emptying his mind, trying not to think about anything, only listening intently for the starting pistol to be pulled.

boom!

More than thirty people strode forward in unison in front of Liu Jianglai.

Meng Chao, the president of the track and field club, doesn't play by the rules at all.

As a national first-class athlete, he started sprinting in the first lap, quickly pulling ahead of the second-place finisher by half a track, leading all the way and leaving everyone behind him in the dust.

There was absolutely no suspense about this first place.

Even though Meng Chao's speed dropped in the second lap, his average speed was still a notch faster than that of an average person sprinting at full speed.

Luo Ye had been hanging out with the track and field club for a long time, so he knew the importance of keeping up with the pace.

He stayed behind the five or six people in the first group, not daring to fall behind.

In the audience, Li Haoyang waved a flag and cheered, while Wang Dachui even brought a megaphone and was shouting "Go Wild Kids!"

Su Baizhou stood on the lawn in the middle of the playground, her eyes following Luo Ye without taking them off for a moment.

Luo Ye is currently ranked eighth.

Whether he can finish in the top three depends on whether he can overtake the people in front of him in the last two laps.

Before long, Meng Chao had finished the race.

The second place team was still one lap behind.

The last place finisher had only run two laps.

The difference between before and after is too great, the polarization is severe, they are not even in the same dimension.

Some people compete for rankings, while others focus on participation.

No one noticed that the last person was Wen Zhishu, the vice president of the previous student council.

At this moment, even Luo Ye had pulled ahead by three laps.

The last lap is just around the corner.

He didn't want to let down all the hard work he had put in over the past few months.

Even if he has to grit his teeth, give it his all, and squeeze out every last bit of his strength, he will still sprint to finish the last lap.

Luo Ye began to speed up and soon overtook one person.

In the final lap sprint, he was already in fifth place.

Two weeks ago, he wouldn't have dared to even dream of achieving this result.

Now, he is only two people away from the top three.

He continued his sprint.

Not far away, a person was strolling around as if taking a walk.

He was Wen Zhishu, who was in last place, and Luo Ye was about to overtake him again.

He noticed Su Baizhou on the playground, only to find that Su Baizhou's gaze was fixed on what was behind him.

Wen Zhishu turned around and saw the freshman from last time.

At this moment, Su Baizhou's eyes held a look he had never seen in the past two years.

Thinking of this, he showed a resentful expression. Just as Luo Ye was about to pass him, he pretended to fall and tilted to the side.

Luo Ye, who was sprinting, had a blank mind and his eyes were only on the track in front of him.

Suddenly, he seemed to trip over something, and felt a dizzying sensation. He rolled around the playground a few times, and when he came to his senses, apart from a sore body, all he could see were the clouds in the sky.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the audience.

That was such a hard fall, it must have hurt a lot.

Wang Dachui's eyes widened in anger. He picked up a pomelo, grabbed a megaphone, and started swearing:

"You son of a bitch, are you doing this on purpose?"

Shen Qiao and Li Haoyang were also filled with anger.

The three of them rushed down from the stands.

However, some people were closer to Luoye and got there faster.

Before anyone knew it, Su Baizhou had arrived beside Luo Ye.