Chapter 575 - 159. Run, Spencer!_5
"President! President! President!!"
"Owen! Owen! Owen!!"
On the stands, the entire crowd holding their phones actually started running along with the two who squeezed into the final straight track, with the Discipline Committee unable to stop them.
The roaring waves, the raised shaking hands, those gazes, pushed the two with acidic muscles to roar out loud, igniting their final strength with sheer will.
Sprint!
Sprint!
Sprint!!
"President! You can do it!!"
On the stands, Sakuragi Hitomi, who was previously sitting composedly, couldn’t stay seated anymore when she saw Yan Huan gritting his teeth and running into the final 100 meters.
She stood up, took a deep breath, and screamed out "You can do it" using all the energy stored in her frail body.
"..."
Sakuragi...
Even until now, hearing Sakuragi Hitomi’s voice made Yan Huan’s heart race a little faster.
It was also at this moment, he suddenly and belatedly realized...
Was he really just disappointed and angry because Sakuragi Hitomi was peeping at him, because she was the host of the modifier?
He was just angry, why she had to escape, why deceive...
Why, couldn’t she simply reveal her true feelings to him?
"Yan Huan... you can do it... go!!"
At this moment, at the end of the track, Spencer, who was already on the track, had her deep blue eyes piercing straight into his heart.
He raised his eyes, staring directly at Spencer.
Just like that night, her clear deep blue eyes, through the fireworks’ burst of light, crashed straight into his heart.
Yes...
Blaming Sakuragi, wasn’t he always just running away, never truly confronting his own feelings?
Modifier...
Modifier...
Ha...
Yan Huan gritted his teeth, the next second, all his muscles tensed.
He roared loudly, pulling with all his might, as if breaking the chains that had been tangling his limbs.
"He’s speeding up again! The President is speeding up!!"
"Does he still have the energy, why?!"
"..."
Yan Huan’s eyes were bloodshot, his body emanating a terrifying power, visibly outpacing Owen with the frequency of his limb movement.
Owen on lane two gritted his teeth and also burst forth, but behind him seemed to be closely bitten by Yan Huan.
Their distance was getting closer and closer, closer and closer...
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
He too roared loudly, unleashing all his potential.
Cooper took a deep breath, making a standard relay handoff gesture.
Spencer anxiously turned her head back, extending her hand towards Yan Huan.
Seeing Spencer reaching out her hand to him, Yan Huan’s speed reached its limit.
Amidst the crowd’s loud chants, in Owen’s astonished eyes, and everyone beside, clenching their fists and holding their breath waiting for the outcome...
In lane one, on Owen’s left, Yan Huan’s relay baton pushed ahead of Owen’s position...
Next, was his slightly leaning head, followed by his entire body...
He...
He overtook!!
"President has overtaken Owen! Last 50 meters!!"
"It’s too late! Owen! Come on Owen!"
"President!!"
Yan Huan bit down hard, sprinting fiercely, but no matter how Owen tried to push harder behind, the lactic acid buildup in his body prevented him from speeding up.
Thus, he could only watch Yan Huan, who had escaped the bind of the modifier, the bind of being the Student Council President...
Rushing straight toward Spencer.
Then, as he handed off the relay baton, he yelled with all his might to Spencer,
"Spencer!!"
"Smack!!"
The baton fiercely landed in Spencer’s hand, under Yan Huan’s trusting gaze, she bit her lip and sprinted off, causing Cooper who was still waiting beside her to slightly startle.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Only several seconds later, Owen reached the finish line, also passing the baton to the third runner.
"Smack!"
"Ah ah ah!"
Cooper also turned and sprinted off, chasing the already distant figure of Spencer.
While Yan Huan and Owen, having given their all in this 400-meter run, both collapsed weakly onto the grass beside them.
Sitting down at this moment was bad for their bodies, but the two of them really had no strength left.
"How fast did they run? Over 40 seconds, damn!"
"Are they even human?"
"..."
Yan Huan knelt on the ground, wiped the sweat from his face, then looked up, his gaze still intently following Spencer who had sprinted away.
Meanwhile, Yumiko immediately ran to the lying Owen, concernedly saying,
"Get up, don’t lay down."
"Ha... ha... ha..."
But Owen, with an empty look, weakly waved his hand at Yumiko.
Then, he looked toward Yan Huan, half-kneeling in the distance, his gaze fixed afar.
Looking at his figure, Owen felt as if he returned to the day of the student council election.
At that time, when he faced defeat, it seemed he saw the same scene.
Ah...
Weakly staring at Yan Huan’s figure for a long time, Owen finally closed his eyes in resignation.
Then, he buried his head into Yumiko’s embrace, regretfully muttering,
"Yumiko, I... lost to Yan Huan again... I’m sorry..."
"What’s there to be sorry about, it’s just a race? You did your best, and so did President Yan..."
Unaware that Owen’s intention to win the race was to propose to her under the public’s eyes, Yumiko smiled without any concern.
Then, she hugged his head tightly, comforting him gently.
...
...
"Sigh~~"
"Track and Field Club, let’s go! Track and Field Club, let’s go!!"