Zongman: Unknowingly trapped in the hatchet

"Yamamoto-san, since you are going to participate in the relay race today, why don't you go play basketball?"

The speaker was Nanako Sato, the class monitor of Class C. In Su Qing's impression, she was a tool with ordinary looks but a strong sense of responsibility.

"Tsk, what can I do? My brother asked me to go and I can only accompany him to the end."

The boy named Yamamoto was the one who had to give up the relay race last time due to injury. Although the sports festival was postponed due to various reasons, his injury was almost healed, so he took the initiative to find Shizuka Hiratsuka to restore his eligibility to participate.

But now, apparently for some unknown reason, he got injured again the day before the run.

"Okay, even if that's the case, why didn't you tell me about it until the game was about to start?"

Sato was speechless. It was this guy who was injured last time. Of course she could understand and even expressed sympathy.

But this time, he really went too far.

Even though he knew that today was the day for the relay race, he still went to play basketball and ended up injuring his leg. He didn't come to inform her until the competition was about an hour away.

Are you kidding me? !

"This is my problem. I'm sorry. After I fell and hurt myself yesterday, I thought I could hold on. I felt fine until today, but my leg suddenly hurt so much just now. I really can't help it. Isn't this the time to tell you?"

Yamamoto did not deny his mistake and said helplessly.

He actually didn't want to talk about his injury yesterday. He failed twice in a row at such critical moments. The first time was okay, but the second time was really unacceptable.

Mainly because of his previous injury, he hadn't touched a basketball for a long time, and he was really itching to play. Plus, his good brother from the next class invited him, so he agreed.

Unexpectedly, as his first battle, he was directly sent flying...

Although the classmate apologized profusely and offered to pay for the medical expenses, he still felt very depressed.

"Squad leader, don't be angry, there are still substitutes..."

Noticing that the class monitor's expression was becoming increasingly ugly, Yamamoto also gave a flattering smile.

"But... the substitutes haven't had much training..."

Ever since Yamamoto was injured last time, Class C has had two or three more substitute members in case of emergency.

But to be honest, with the strength of those two or three people, the only effect might be to allow Class C to qualify for the relay race...

"I don't think Yamamoto-san did it on purpose, right? And there's a substitute, aren't you being too harsh on Yamamoto-san?"

"Um... I don't mean anything else. I know you, the monitor, are doing this for the good of our class, but shouldn't we notify the substitute members now?"

The person who spoke was a girl named Sagami. Su Qing was deeply impressed. After all, she was the walking green tea girl in Class C. Su Qing could smell her from a long distance away.

"I have already informed you, and how could I be so harsh?"

Sato didn't understand. When such a problem arose, did he not even have the right to say a few words?

"Ah...I see. I was just reminding you, squad leader. There's no need to be so harsh...

If I used the wrong words just now, I would like to apologize to you."

Sagami pretended to be surprised by Sato and spoke timidly.

"you you……"

Sato was speechless. What kind of person is this?

It just so happens that quite a few boys in this top class like this. Strictly speaking, Sagami's status in the class is not too low, and Sato is too lazy to argue with an idiot. The most urgent task is to decide who will play.

"If you are not a substitute, can you play?" Su Qing, who had been sitting aside and observing the situation for a long time, suddenly asked.

"Ah... Mr. Su, of course you can. Actually, there is no such thing as a substitute. It's just something our class did. If someone is injured in a relay race, it's normal for others to take over. As long as you can prove that they are students from our class, it's fine."

Sato was startled by the sudden question. She calmed down after seeing that it was Su Qing. Then she asked tentatively:

"Um...Does Su want to participate in place of Yamamoto?"

"Well, yes?"

Su Qing asked simply.

"Yes, of course!"

Everyone in Class C knew Su Qing's physical test scores, which were completely on a different level from those substitutes who were just making up the numbers.

This time, we exchanged inferior horses for superior horses, which was a huge profit.

"What about the other substitutes?"

"Hey, I just informed them that they don't have to come. They didn't look like they wanted to come anyway." Sato answered decisively.

Su Qing glanced at Sato, not caring whether what he said was true or false.

I signed up this time simply because I recently thought it would be nice to go back to college and participate in a few more competitions, not because I was specifically trying to help the other party.

"That's not good, right? Student Su didn't say before that he wanted to be a substitute. Shouldn't he ask for other people's opinions?"

Sagami spoke again, as if mustering up his courage.

No, is this person sick? Sato is really convinced. If someone really wants to play, they should have played long ago. Why bother to pick a few unwilling substitutes?

"How about you do it?" Su Qing asked.

Sagami was stunned and wanted to say something, but Su Qing continued:

"If you can't go up, I'll do the logistics work, thank you."

Even in this situation, the polite college student used polite words, but our Sagami classmate's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver...

Sato: Cool!

After making sure that he could participate in the competition, Su Qing first went to recognize the other three teammates. After knowing that Yamamoto, whom he was replacing, would be the last runner, he began to do warm-up and stretching exercises.

"Student Su, are you confident?"

Fifteen minutes before the game, the first runner asked nervously.

"Do your best." Su Qing said casually.

"That's good, that's good." The first runner obviously understood what Su Qing meant by "do your best". In fact, he asked the other two runners, as he was quite confident in Su Qing.

The relay race started very quickly. The first runner from Class C started very quickly and quickly opened up a big gap with the other tracks.

However, when the first runner passed the baton to the second runner, the second runner did not hold it tightly and caused it to slip. Although it did not fall directly to the ground, it took some time to hold it again.

This resulted in the advantage that had just been established being completely wiped out, and the team even suddenly became second from the bottom, and even the third runner-up's efforts to catch up were of no avail.

"Su Qing, I'm counting on you!"

After the panting third runner passed the baton to Su Qing, Class C was already in the last place. In his opinion, the hope of winning was slim, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope and shouted at Su Qing.

Su Qing ignored what the other party said. He had already made certain preparations for acceleration before receiving the baton, and after confirming that he had received the baton, he immediately put all his strength into sprinting.

The surrounding airflow began to be disturbed due to Su Qing's speed, but it did not affect his pace. Instead, it continued to accelerate.

Because the last track is a straight line, the runners on the other tracks can also feel that someone behind them seems to be speeding up and trying to overtake them, so they also speed up their pace.

However, when they gritted their teeth and tried to speed up, Su Qing's figure had already appeared in front of all of them.

Then they were surprised to find that the faster they sprinted, the farther the distance between them and the person in front of them became.

Woc, coach, this guy is Gui!

When Su Qing rushed to the finish line, the people in Class C who were watching the game were immediately excited. Thousands of words were condensed into one sentence, and a boy shouted with a red face:

"Su Qing, awesome!"

However, when they wanted to find Su Qing to celebrate, they discovered that he had left without them knowing when.

……

At this time, Su Qing, who had finished his business, came to a place where there were relatively few people.

When he's resting, he likes quiet places.

Although Su Qing has been maintaining the habit of morning jogging for some time, he has never seriously sprinted like he did today. This may be due to his sudden inspiration.

Su Qing touched his pocket and wanted to take a piece of paper to wipe the sweat off his face, but he found that he had run out of paper. He had no choice but to get up and buy more.

At this moment, a voice that Su Qing had never heard before rang out:

"Senior, do you need paper?"

……

PS: I will make Sagami die so badly during the cultural festival, hehehe ()