Chapter 289
His younger brother had always been a fast runner since childhood, able to run all over the mountains and fields without getting tired.
How could he possibly be tired from this five-thousand-meter run?
Zhou Zedong used to think city people were different, afraid he was a frog in a well who would be looked down upon.
But now, looking at these people, their knowledge didn't seem that impressive after all.
They always put others down to lift themselves up, as if that's the only way to feel superior.
He originally thought all city people were like his mother: beautiful, elegant, talented, and seemingly out of reach.
But now it seems, whether it's the countryside or the city, it's all the same.
They're just different living environments, that's all.
Zhou Zehan won first place with a crushing victory.
He even broke the record for the fastest time in previous long-distance races.
The whole venue erupted in cheers!
However, there was still a second batch of runners to compete, so things quickly continued.
Zhou Zehan even ran over, tilting his head up to say, "Teacher, teacher, I got first place. You promised to give me ten little red flowers."
"Ten from you, ten from the P.E. teacher, that way I'll have twenty little red flowers!" he said, holding up his fingers.
"Huh? Brother, what are you doing here?" He had just been thinking he had finally surpassed his own brother, like a serf turning over to sing his song.
Then he noticed his brother standing to the side.
He hurriedly covered his mouth.
He had agreed to secretly get the little red flowers and amaze everyone.
He didn't expect his brother to hear.
The homeroom teacher was grinning from ear to ear, especially seeing the green-faced expressions of the teachers from other schools nearby. She said smugly, "Of course, our Little Han is amazing. Even older brothers couldn't outrun you. Forget ten, we could give you a hundred."
"Tch, nothing to be so proud of."
"Exactly. It's a waste having an athletic talent like that in your school full of bookworms. He'd be better off coming to our school."
"Right, our school focuses on sports development. He could even become a national athlete in the future. Little friend, why don't you go home and tell your mom to transfer to our school? We'll waive your tuition."
"Your school isn't that great either. Our school was first place last year. We wouldn't just waive tuition, we'd guarantee admission to a sports university."
"What's the use of little red flowers? A cash prize is much better; you can buy lots of tasty food. What do you say, little guy?"
These teachers were utterly shameless, brazenly trying to poach her student right in front of her.
It made the homeroom teacher flush red with anger.
She was also nervous. After all, their school was indeed weak in sports.
If a parent decided they wanted their child to develop in that direction, she, as a teacher, couldn't stop them.
For a moment, she felt quite anxious.
Who would have thought, after hearing them out, Zhou Zehan would look disdainful. "I don't want any of that. I just want the little red flowers."
After saying that, he tugged at the homeroom teacher's sleeve and wheedled, "Teacher, you have to remember to give me the little red flowers, okay?"
The lifelong pursuit of a determined Chinese child: the cash prize can be forgone, but the little red flowers must be obtained.
The homeroom teacher's heart melted with sweetness, and she quickly promised she would give them to him.
After the competition ended, many students were crying, comforted by their parents.
Out of a whole busload of people, only 8 students had qualified.
Apart from Zhou Zehan, who got first in sports, all the other children were eliminated.
Teacher Xu was very pleased. Although she disliked Zhou Zedong, three of her students had advanced.
A crowd waited for the bus at the school gate.
Zhou Zedong and Zhou Zehan arrived and got pushed to the very back.
Zhou Zehan was munching on a big chicken leg given to him by his homeroom teacher.
He asked worriedly, "Teacher, are we going to have no seats again?"
Teacher Xu was at the front. Seeing the few who arrived late, she sneered.
"Is that you, Teacher Liu? Just arriving now? The competition didn't go well, I suppose?"
Just as Teacher Liu was about to speak, she cut her off: "Never mind. Sports competitions aren't that interesting anyway. Even if you didn't win a place, don't be upset. But looking at this crowd, someone might not get a seat again later. I don't want to see two children standing, but the parents are tired too. How about you, Teacher Liu, take them back by bus?"
Teacher Liu looked embarrassed. "Well, I..."
She didn't mind for herself, but she was worried Teacher Si would be unhappy if she found out.
After all, it was obvious to everyone that Teacher Si and Teacher Xu didn't get along.
She was just about to say something when she was interrupted. "Let's just do that. You haven't been here long, Teacher Liu, so you might not understand. Do you know who these parents are? They're not people you or I can afford to offend."
Teacher Xu was about to sneer again.
"Beep beep—" Two horn blasts interrupted her.
She looked up and saw a brand new black Santana driving over, immediately moving aside.
Unexpectedly, the car stopped right in front of her—
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