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This day is the opening day of the large-scale competition that all students in High School have been looking forward to. As the most grand event in the middle of the first academic year, the sports festival makes everyone feel nervous and excited.

The opening ceremony was held at eight o'clock in the morning. Students from twelve classes in three grades were led by their class leaders to the assigned locations. There were large tents set up by the staff to block out the hot sun and help students recover their strength.

Looking at the dense crowds lining up to pour into the largest playground in the middle of the school, Hashima Hikaru and Ichinose Honami, as the leaders of the first-year Class A, both had solemn expressions.

"It's about to start, a series of games."

Shibata stood behind Hashima Hikaru, moving his wrists up and down with an excited smile on his face.

"Please do your best. I've used class points to prepare plenty of sports drinks for everyone this time. They'll be placed inside the tent soon. Anyone who wants a drink can take some."

The pink-haired girl explained to everyone with a smile that after all, the sports festival would not be over in one day, and that not only would there be drinks in the class camp, but she and several other girls also purchased fruits like bananas to quickly replenish their energy.

"That's right, I'm already on fire, and this time I have to let everyone see how radiant I am!"

Shibata pushed a strand of hair from his forehead to the right, with a very hearty smile on his face.

"Please do your best, everyone. Remember to pay attention to the announcements and don't be absent."

After leading everyone to the designated location, the students in Class A lined up and Hashima Mitsuru gave the final emphasis. He glanced around the large stadium. The large loudspeakers for broadcasting were placed at the top of the four corners to facilitate loop broadcasting.

After a while, all twelve classes had arrived. Although each class only had about forty people, it was still quite large with all of them here.

Before the sports festival began, an opening ceremony was held. After the school leaders finished their speeches, the boy from Class 3-A named Fujimaki, who had appeared at the first assembly, stood at the top of the podium and gave his final closing speech.

"Well, the annual sports and convention is about to begin. For the honor of the class, and also for everyone's ratings and points, I hope that all of you will be at your best to welcome this grand event of youth!"

After the crackling applause ended, the students began to warm up. Since this sports festival was divided into two groups, red and white, the classes of the two camps were separated by a wide central runway. Apart from being able to see the other camp from a distance, there was basically no chance to come into contact with people from the other camp.

The order of the competition was issued at the beginning. There are a total of thirteen competitions, and the first nine are competitions that everyone must participate in. There are already staff members making various preparations on the track.

The first game was a 100-meter race, with men and women competing separately. In order to ensure the final result was unique, the school also placed a very professional camera next to the finish line, probably to accurately determine who touched the finish line first even if the difference was only a few seconds.

"It's really something incredible."

Shibata was amazed at the sight.

"We already deployed so much specialized equipment when we were on the uninhabited island before, so it's only normal to do this now."

Mitsuru Hashima moved his wrists and ankles. The potential burst can only be used three times a day, so he planned not to use it unless it was an emergency. After all, it would be a burden on his body.

"Indeed, Hashima, which group are you in?"

Shibata looked at the young man beside him. There didn't seem to be even a trace of sweat on his handsome and elegant face, and he looked very relaxed.

"Group Six."

"I'm in the eighth group. It seems I can't compete with you."

Shibata showed a rather regretful expression, but there was an obvious smile in his eyes.

"If you feel it's a pity that you didn't meet me, you can go running with me at night. I will show you my full strength."

Hashima Hikaru smiled slightly, his tone very confident.

"Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of the super popular Hashima-san. I'll reluctantly let you have a little more limelight this time."

"I don't have such intentions. My goal is to gain more points for the class."

Just as several boys in Class A were gathered together chatting, a notice came over the radio that the 100-meter race was about to begin.

The competition is divided into two rounds, which are carried out in the order of first grade to third grade, from first grade boys to third grade girls. After the halftime break, the mode is switched again, from first grade girls to third grade boys. After the two rounds, the final scores will be counted and included in the total scores of the red and white groups.

[Next, please invite the first group of first-year boys to the starting line! Repeat, please invite the first group of first-year boys to the starting line!]

After the announcement sounded, the students selected as the first group from the four first-grade classes walked out of their respective tents. There were two people in each group, and there were eight people in one game. The first-grade boys were divided into ten groups in total.

When the boys in the first group were ready on the track, students from all classes looked over. After all, this was the first group of the first race, and everyone was concerned about which class would come out on top.

"Beep!"

When the whistle sounded, eight figures immediately began to run forward. No matter what the reason was, this was the moment to compete purely with physical strength and body. As men, no one would be willing to admit defeat!

One hundred meters is not far, so the winner of this race was decided almost immediately. Hashima Mitsuru observed that the winner of the first group was a red-haired boy from Class C. He thought about it and thought that it must be Sudo who caused the violent incident at the beginning of the school year. He indeed had good athletic talent.

In the following time, everyone had no free time at all. The broadcast kept on ringing and the first-grade boys were playing their own games until the notification of the sixth group sounded.

After hearing this voice, everyone in Class A's tent immediately looked in one direction. Everyone was looking forward to Hashima Hikaru's performance.

Ichinose Honami stared at her boyfriend's face, her hands clenched tightly together.

"Don't be too nervous, I will do my best."

Hashima Hikaru glanced at everyone in the class and called on another boy in his group, Sumida Makoto, to set off.

"Come on, Hashima-san!"

"Guang, come on!"

"Come on, Sumida-san too!"

Facing everyone's expectations, Hikaru Hashima stood on the runway. He stepped on the rubber track under his feet, with a serious light flashing in his eyes.

"Beep!"

As the starting gun sounded, the young man rushed out first. He did not use his potential unleashing skills, but acted based on his experience gained from long-term training.

Feeling the sound of wind breaking in his ears, the exercise habit he developed from getting up early and jogging in the morning did not let Hashima Mitsuru down. He soon arrived at the finish line in first place. Looking at his classmates who were panting around him, the boy touched his chest and felt the hot heart beating inside.

"That's amazing, Hashima-san!"

Sumida was probably the third one to arrive, and he also had a smile on his face.

"Sumida-san is also very fast, let's go back."

The two returned to the camp together, and were naturally greeted with warm cheers. Although they only won first place in the group, everyone was still very happy.

After a while, the first-grade boys' competition ended, and it was the turn of the first-grade girls.

"Is Fanbo confident?"

Hashima Hikaru glanced at the pink-haired girl sitting next to him with a faint smile on his face.

"Well, I'll try my best!"

The girl tilted her head back, revealing her elegant and fair neck. Ichinose's athletic ability was not particularly outstanding, so she was not 100% sure of winning.

"It doesn't matter if you fail, just try your best."

"But I don't want to lose. I will give it my all!"

"Yeah, come on!"

When the broadcast announced the start of the girls' competition, the girls from each class began to head to the track in order. When Ichinose was not on the court, Hashima Hikaru's eyes were mainly looking for people she knew, such as Sakura Airi from Class C, Horikita Suzune, Kushida Kikyo, etc.

[Next, please invite the fifth group of first-year girls to the starting line! Repeat, please invite the fifth group of first-year girls to the starting line!]

At this moment, Hikaru Hashima saw a cold black-haired girl walking out of the opposite tent. Her delicate little face was expressionless, and she exuded an aura of desire for victory.

Come to think of it, with her unyielding character, she should strive to get the first place at this time.

The next moment, the boy saw another familiar figure walking out of the Red Team's tent. The figure had short, neat hair and walked straight towards the runway.

Ibuki?

Now it will be interesting to see who will emerge victorious.

Hashima Hikaru kept her focus silently. On one side was her Red Team member Ibuki Mio, and on the other side was Horikita Suzune from the White Team. These two people were from Class D and Class C respectively. As classes next to each other, they would definitely not give up this game.

"Wow, it's Horikita-san versus Ibuki-san?"

Ichinose Honami exclaimed in amazement. She knew something about both of them, but if she had to say who she was more familiar with, it would be Ibuki Mio.

"Who do you think will win?"

Hashima Hikaru raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I think both have a chance. Ibuki-san has excellent athletic ability. I often see her training, and her running form is very standard."

"Then...how about we make a bet?"

The boy looked at the two girls who were already in the starting position, wondering who would win the race.

"Okay, then I'll bet on Ibuki-san."

Ichinose readily agreed.

"Then I'll choose Horikita-san. The loser..."

Hashima Hikaru thought about it for a moment, but couldn't think of any interesting punishment.

"The loser must unconditionally agree to the other party's request, no matter what it is!"

The pink-haired girl suggested with a smile, since she wouldn't lose out regardless of winning or losing.

"it is good."

"Beep!"

The starting gun sounded, and two slender figures rushed out from the starting line, leaving the remaining six people in the same group behind in the blink of an eye.

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Chapter 266: Ryuen’s strategy for the sports festival.

"Come on, Horikita-san!"

"Come on, Ibuki-san! You're the best!"

"Rush!!!"

There were loud cheers from both the C and D class tents, especially after these two people had completely left the others behind. Everyone stared at the track nervously, wondering who would cross the finish line first.

Hashima Hikaru stared at the two people on the track. At this time, he saw Ibuki, who had originally maintained the leading advantage, glanced at Horikita behind her. Perhaps because she was too concerned about the distance between them, her speed slowed down for a moment.

"What an idiot."

The boy shook his head. Ibuki had taken the lead at the start, so he ran farther than Horikita, but the black-haired girl soon caught up with him, and the distance between them began to shorten.

And at the moment when Ibuki looked back, Horikita Suzune, a girl with excellent motor skills, immediately seized the opportunity and continued to rush forward.

The 100-meter race was over. In the final stage, Hashima Hikaru could see that the two women almost crossed the finish line at the same time, but after seeing Ibuki Mio's somewhat ugly expression, the boy knew that the outcome of the race was already decided.

"It turns out that Horikita-san won?"

Ichinose Honami saw the result on the sign, and the short-haired girl kicked the grass on the ground unwillingly, and it was obvious that she was very annoyed.

"It looks like I won."

Hikaru Hashima silently withdrew his gaze. No matter what, the 100-meter race was a race against time. At this time, one had to keep a steady mind, otherwise someone would seize the opportunity and overtake him. A certain short-haired girl had already demonstrated this with her own failure.

"Yeah, Guang won. So what do you want me to agree to?"

Ichinose came up to Hashima Hikaru with a smile on her face. She had clearly lost, but the smile on the girl's face made it look like she had won.

"I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it later."

Hashima Hikaru smiled slightly and did not make any requests at this time. After all, there were still many competitions to go, so let's talk about it later.

The first-year girls' group competed one after another, and soon it was Ichinose Honami's turn. She patted her sweatpants, stood up and got ready.

"Come on, Fanbo."

"Go Ichinose-san!!!"

The pink-haired girl nodded seriously, turned around and headed towards the track with another girl.

The students in Class A immediately focused their attention. In fact, during the previous training, everyone knew that it was unlikely that Ichinose would get first place, but cheering for her was a must.

"call."

After standing on the track, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. Although she was not very good at sports, she still wanted to work hard to get a better ranking.

Whether it's love or study, Ichinose Honami only seems easy to talk to because of her gentle personality, but it doesn't mean she doesn't have a competitive spirit.

Facing everyone's gaze, she decided to run with all her might.

"Beep!"

The starting gun sounded again, and the pink-haired girl rushed out instantly, feeling her body rise and fall. The pink-haired girl saw the girls in the same group around her, some in front and some behind.

"Can't lose..."

With firm belief and striving forward, Ichinose Honami finally finished the first round of the women's 100-meter race third in the group.

When she returned to Class A's camp, breathless, Hashima Hikaru immediately came to greet her, holding a towel and water in his hands, with a gentle look on his face.