After the competition began, the male and female teams took turns competing, with two people from each school going at a time. The competition was quite intense, with every participant giving their all. However, giving one’s all was one thing, but form was another matter entirely.

Especially during the crawling section, when Qing Ye saw Pang Hu’s corpulent body, it was like watching a large mass of meat humping along the ground. Eventually, his shirt even rolled up, exposing his fat belly – it was truly an eyesore. The surrounding female students were laughing so hard they forgot to throw their sandbags, and instead started chanting in unison: “Spirit boy!”

Pang Hu’s face turned red with nowhere to hide, and he quickly pulled down his shirt. This delay put him in last place. Fang Lei was already laughing uncontrollably, but since he was their class monitor after all, while it was funny, she still organized everyone to throw sandbags at the Jin Zhong participants to help buy Pang Hu some time.

Just as Qing Ye raised a sandbag to throw, suddenly one flew out of nowhere and hit her directly on the forehead. Although the sandbags were soft and didn’t hurt when hitting the body, being struck so forcefully on the forehead still had some impact. It startled Qing Ye, but she didn’t think much of it, looking around before rubbing her head and continuing to aim at the Jin Zhong students.

Though Pang Hu was slow at crawling, once he passed that section, he suddenly unleashed his inner Hulk. The An Zhong side was all shouting enthusiastically: “Fan Tong, go for it! Fan Tong, go for it!”

When the Jin Zhong side heard this name, they immediately burst out laughing and started chanting: “Rice bucket, leaking oil! Rice bucket, leaking oil!”

In the end, Fan Tong’s performance in this round wasn’t too embarrassing – he came in second. Next was the girls’ group. Fang Lei stretched her wrists and ankles, looking very determined. Qing Ye reminded her: “Your Wei Dong is watching you, give it your all!”

This reminder was like injecting her with chicken blood – as soon as the whistle blew, Fang Lei charged out first. They’d never seen her so committed during PE class before. Her energy was like two million yuan were waiting for her at the finish line – truly terrifying!

The next group was already in position at the starting line. Xing Wu was dressed all in black, his slanting sideburns exuding an unstoppable murderous aura. His eyes swept toward Qing Ye on the sidelines. She had taken off her coat and was wearing a black fitted knit top that showed off her perfect figure as she raised both hands to cheer for Fang Lei along with the crowd’s rising voices, full of vigor and vitality.

Qing Ye seemed to notice Xing Wu’s gaze and turned to give him a bright smile. Just then, Qing Ye’s vision went dark – before she could dodge, another sandbag hit her directly in the face, this time striking her left eye. She immediately covered her eye, feeling a stinging pain. Damn, this was too strange – why did she keep getting hit?

When Qing Ye opened her eyes again, she saw that Xing Wu’s expression had changed, his eyes emitting sharp wolf-like light as they swept continuously through the crowd.

Just from that one look, Qing Ye understood – could someone be deliberately targeting her? Both times hitting her face – did these sandbags have GPS tracking or something?

She immediately scanned the crowd, but with the competition in progress, the situation was too chaotic. Many sandbags were flying through the air, making it impossible to identify any suspicious individuals.

Qing Ye rubbed her eye, feeling sand from the sandbag had gotten into it. It was so uncomfortable her eyes had turned red. Xing Wu watched her from afar, his brows slightly furrowed.

Qing Ye shook her head at him, indicating she was fine. Just then, cheers erupted around them – Fang Lei had won first place in this round. She was so happy she started jumping up and down.

It was then that Qing Ye thought of a key issue – although Fang Lei wanted to show off in front of Wei Dong, she had ultimately won for their school. There was no room for romance on the battlefield; Wei Dong might not necessarily be happy for her.

Looking at Xing Wu again – well, at least they were on the same team.

So she quickly forgot about the earlier incident and raised her arm to give Xing Wu a thumbs up. Though Xing Wu wasn’t looking at her, a smile flashed across his lips.

This casual expression caught the attention of the Jin Zhong girls. Qing Ye suddenly noticed many of them starting to take photos with their phones. Damn!

A whistle blew, and Xing Wu’s athletic figure quickly leaped past the starting line. The first obstacle was crawling under barriers – the body had to stay completely flat on the ground. If you raised even slightly and touched the net above, you had to start over from the beginning.

Xing Wu kept his body tight against the ground, using the alternating force of his arms pulling and legs pushing to pass through the obstacles at extreme speed.

Qing Ye had learned low crawling during military training – it was quite an important skill in expansion training. But very few people could do it both properly and quickly. Most people were like Pang Hu, rolling and crawling along.

It was mid-afternoon with the sun blazing overhead. Under his black sportswear, Xing Wu’s agile form showed clearly defined lines of power even at the waist. His clean, crisp movements and arrow-sharp gaze made him look like an unstoppable black panther – fierce and handsome.

He successfully captivated a wave of girls from the enemy camp, who started shouting wildly: “Xing Wu, go for it!”

Indeed, these looks-obsessed girls truly had no principles or bottom line, infuriating the Jin Zhong boys who all started cursing.

Only then did Qing Ye realize Xing Wu’s reputation was quite good – even the Jin Zhong girls knew him. She had underestimated his charm.

By the time Xing Wu crawled out of the obstacles, the three people behind him had barely reached halfway. He immediately jumped onto the swaying rope ladder, quickly climbed up to the platform, and began the second stage – crossing the bridge.

The single log was positioned about two meters high with padding below. The tricky part was that the log was round and could roll. The vast majority of people got stuck at this second stage, having to cross repeatedly. This stage mainly tested balance, made especially difficult because many opponents chose to throw sandbags furiously at this point, adding challenge to an already difficult obstacle. Just one small sandbag could often instantly defeat a participant already in an unstable state.

So when Xing Wu had just climbed up the rope ladder, the Jin Zhong side’s sandbags were already poised to strike.

Just as everyone raised their hands ready to throw – in those two or three seconds, some people barely had time to blink – and then… Xing Wu had already crossed.

Even Qing Ye had to squeeze her eyes, thinking she must be seeing things. He really… just crossed like that, as if he had teleported!

Almost everyone who climbed up the rope ladder needed to pause for thirty seconds to a minute to find their balance point and observe the log’s rolling pattern before daring to step forward. Who could have imagined that Xing Wu wouldn’t pause for even a second after climbing up the rope ladder, instead directly sprinting across at wind-like speed?

Those still holding sandbags ready to throw all had confused black-person-meme faces. What just happened?

While the three opponents behind him were still stuck at the crawling stage, he had already jumped up to the third stage – the climbing wall.

The instructor attached his safety rope, and he leaped onto the climbing wall. His speed, his skill, his precise judgment – it immediately set the students from both schools into a frenzy.

Teacher Dong excitedly ran to the bottom of the climbing wall and shouted up at Xing Wu: “No rush, no rush, stay steady, you’ll win.”

Old Zhu stood at the very back, smiling as he said smugly to Jin Zhong’s Sun Guangquan: “My student.”

This was almost the only time in three years of high school that he had been willing to acknowledge Xing Wu as his student.

Xing Wu’s expression remained as calm as ever, showing no particular emotion. Qing Ye had stopped cheering by now and just stood at the edge, wringing her hands as she watched him nervously.

The safety rope around his waist outlined his narrow waist, his arms powerful and taut. Every foothold was precise and strong. The higher he went, the more difficult it became, with the distance between footholds gradually increasing. Previous participants had all chosen to move horizontally to the rightmost blue foothold before climbing up.

But Xing Wu’s body suddenly took an extreme position – with one long stride and using the support of his arms, he directly swung his body to the nearest yellow foothold, stunning everyone. Their hearts lurched and lifted with him. Even Instructor Wang below couldn’t help exclaiming: “Impressive.”

At this point, everyone was nervously watching Xing Wu, completely ignoring the three teammates who had just emerged from the crawling stage.

In the dazzling sunlight, his lean figure erupted with unstoppable power, shocking everyone and setting Qing Ye’s heart aflame.

Xing Wu had cleared the climbing wall and was preparing to descend when suddenly another sandbag flew towards Qing Ye. Her peripheral vision quickly caught the flying object. She jerked her head around, but the sandbag struck her directly on the bridge of her nose. Her nose stung, and tears immediately burst out reflexively.

Everyone watched as Xing Wu, who had only descended two-thirds of the way, suddenly jumped straight down from that height, undid his safety harness, strode towards the sidelines, grabbed a Jin Zhong boy by the collar, lifted him and threw him over the boundary rope into the field.

It all happened in a flash. People only heard Xing Wu’s fierce words: “Want to lose that hand?”

Nobody had even processed what had happened before Xing Wu directly punched him in the face.

This sent both schools’ teachers and students into an uproar. Instructor Wang hurriedly ran over shouting: “What’s going on?”

Xing Wu stood still, his presence intimidating. Teachers from both Jin Zhong and An Zhong also rushed over. The crew-cut boy who had been hit quickly shouted: “You all saw it, this guy just attacked me for no reason!”

Just as everyone turned their confused gazes toward Xing Wu, Qing Ye rushed in covering her face, stepping in front of him, and pointing at the beaten student while addressing the teachers and instructors: “He hit me in the face with sandbags, my eyes, and nose, three times!”

Qing Ye’s nose bridge was still stinging, and her eyes were red. The gazes that had been directed at Xing Wu all shifted to the Jin Zhong crew-cut boy.

“I didn’t throw anything!” The crew-cut boy looked back at a girl behind him. Qing Ye noticed it was the short-haired girl who had commented about her wearing a one-or-two-hundred-yuan parka at lunch.

She wondered what grudge this girl could have against her – they didn’t even know each other.

She simply withdrew her gaze, then squeezed out two tears for Instructor Wang. The tears were already in her eyes – she had been about to wipe them away, but seeing the situation wasn’t in their favor, she might as well let them fall.

Qing Ye was naturally fair and delicate-looking. Now with her red nose and pitiful expression, plus those tears, the male instructor’s heart naturally softened. He asked the crew-cut boy why he was throwing things at a non-participating girl. The crew-cut boy held back his anger without speaking.

Someone in the back called out: “Do you like her or something?”

The crew-cut boy immediately flared up. The short-haired girl stepped forward saying: “You’re saying Wang Yang threw things, but who saw it? He was next to me the whole time, and I didn’t see anything.”

“So you threw them?” Xing Wu cut off her words.

Faced with Xing Wu’s cold, fierce expression, the short-haired girl immediately fell silent.

Pang Hu and the others also gathered around. Teachers from both schools didn’t want to escalate the situation – after all, this was supposed to be a happy winter camp that only happened once a year. Competition naturally led to some friction, but with no major incident, the most important thing was to resolve it quickly.

So Sun Guangquan interjected: “Let’s not argue anymore. Whoever threw things at this female student, since we can’t figure it out now, we won’t discuss it further. This kind of thing is not allowed to happen again, or the school will impose serious punishment.

As for this young man standing up for his schoolmate, that’s understandable, but his methods were wrong – after all, you struck first. How about this: you apologize to our Wang Yang, and we’ll consider the matter closed.”

Immediately a wave of An Zhong students shouted: “Why should he? Make them apologize to Qing Ye first!”

“Right, apologize to Qing Ye first!”

The voices rose in a crescendo. Added to their inexplicable loss in the lunch competition, the An Zhong students’ pent-up resentment exploded.

Teacher Dong saw that the students were very angry and worried about being unable to contain a conflict between the two schools. She quickly shouted: “No more talking! You’re all in your third year of high school – let me remind you again, many of you are adults now and must be responsible for your actions.”

She finished and walked to Xing Wu’s side, telling him quietly: “Just apologize, let both sides find a way down from this.”

Xing Wu sneered and pulled at his lips: “Fine, I’ll apologize – but he has to kneel to hear it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Hu, standing behind the crew-cut boy, directly kicked the back of his knees. He immediately buckled and fell to his knees. Xing Wu stood before him, carelessly bent down, raised his hand to pat the boy’s head, and said condescendingly: “Sorry about that.”

Then he straightened up, stuck his hands in his pockets, and directly left the competition field. The crew-cut boy stumbled to his feet, furiously turning back to glare at the short-haired girl.

The other teachers quickly moved to calm things down and continue the competition.

Qing Ye watched Xing Wu’s retreating figure, said a few words to Shi Min, then ran after him.