Ethan Bennett looked at his fake smile and just wanted to puke, but then heard him continue, “Since this classmate is a sprint specialist, let’s all make way and let him go first for the test.” He was actually trying to challenge Ethan Bennett one-on-one.

The crowd immediately parted, all looking at Ethan Bennett. Ethan Bennett gave a faint smile and said, “Who said sprinting is my specialty?”

Everyone was surprised again. The upperclassman from the sports department whispered a few words with a nearby freshman, then came over and said, “You’re Ethan Bennett, right? Didn’t you just say you run faster than William Carter?”

Ethan Bennett smiled and said, “I did say that, but I wasn’t talking about sprinting. I meant the ten-thousand-meter long-distance run.”

The one called William Carter chuckled and said, “That’s fine too! Let’s run a ten-thousand-meter race later for fun.”

But Ethan Bennett’s smile didn’t change: “I said I run faster than you, but who said I wanted to race you?” With that, he put his hands in his pockets and walked away without even looking back.

The sports department upperclassman was stunned for quite a while, then acted as if nothing had happened and continued grouping the freshmen and organizing the tests. William Carter’s face turned livid, and he suddenly grabbed his clothes and pants from the side, snorted, and left as well.

Brian Young was sitting on the steps under the shade, grinning from ear to ear, when he suddenly sensed something beside him. Without moving his neck, he twisted his whole upper body around and saw Ethan Bennett standing next to him.

Brian Young looked in surprise into the distance. All the boys were still gathered over there. He asked in astonishment, “What’s up?”

Ethan Bennett said calmly, “Nothing, just got a bit impulsive.”

Brian Young asked, “How so?”

Ethan Bennett said, “Ran into a show-off guy. Got a little hot-headed.”

Brian Young asked, “Who?”

Ethan Bennett said, “His name’s William Carter, supposedly the hundred-meter sprint king of the Chinese department, and the vice president of the sports department.”

Brian Young asked, “Is he a trained athlete?”

Ethan Bennett was taken aback: “I forgot to check.”

Brian Young slowly twisted his body back and said, “Be smarter next time.”

Ethan Bennett stared at him, unable to see what was making him so happy, and asked curiously, “What are you looking at?”

Brian Young raised his arm and pointed, “Watching the girls throw shot put. Look at those hips swaying, ha…” Before he finished, he burst out laughing again, holding his neck as if his head was about to fall off.

Ethan Bennett scolded, “Boring.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a whistle sounded from the track, and a line of dazzling figures dashed out from the starting line—it was the girls’ hundred-meter test. The girl in front pulled ahead by a long stretch, and Ethan Bennett saw at a glance it was Grace Bennett. He felt relieved; after all, she was trained. Even without using her full strength, ordinary people couldn’t catch up to her.

Brian Young, as if he’d found a treasure, shouted, “Hey, your sister’s really got some skills!”

Ethan Bennett was shocked: “Who said she’s my sister?”

Brian Young looked confused: “Didn’t you say this morning…”

Ethan Bennett cut him off directly: “Even an idiot could tell I was joking!”

Brian Young suddenly understood: “Oh.” Ethan Bennett breathed a sigh of relief, but then Brian Young changed the subject: “Then she’s your girlfriend!”

Ethan Bennett kicked Brian Young off the steps and said, “What nonsense are you spouting?”

Brian Young leapt over four steps and landed directly on the track. Even for someone trained, that was quite a fall. Lying on the ground, he immediately started cursing, “How could you treat an injured person like this, you beast, you…” Before he could finish, he was interrupted by a chorus of screams—a living person had suddenly flown onto the track, so how could the girls running not be startled?

At nearly 1.8 meters tall, Brian Young sprawled across the ground and blocked three lanes at once. Three girls stopped to look at this strange “track invader.”

On lane two, Grace Bennett, who had already finished, couldn’t help but look back. Seeing it was Brian Young, and then spotting Ethan Bennett standing on the steps, she gave a sweet smile.

Volume One, Chapter Twelve: Mooching a Meal

The three girls startled by Brian Young recognized him as a fellow classmate and kindly went over to help him up. Brian Young was stunned for a moment, then noticed that one of the three was actually quite pretty, and immediately felt overjoyed. His resentment toward Ethan Bennett turned into gratitude. The three girls asked what happened, and Brian Young, looking battered and as if he might collapse at any moment, pointed plaintively at Ethan Bennett.

The three girls turned their heads and saw it was the same guy who had yelled “Get lost!” that morning. They all gasped, thinking to themselves that this guy really wasn’t a good person.

Meanwhile, Grace Bennett had already circled back from the finish line, cheerfully asking, “What happened, what happened?”

One girl pulled Grace Bennett over and complained, “Your brother hit someone.”

Up on the steps, Ethan Bennett heard this clearly and his face turned very ugly.

Grace Bennett finally took Ethan Bennett’s feelings into account and quickly explained, “He’s not my brother, I was just joking this morning.”

Brian Young also felt he should help salvage Ethan Bennett’s image a bit and chimed in, “It’s nothing, we were just messing around!”

The girls still chattered, “Even if you’re playing, you can’t go that far. What if someone gets hurt!”

“Exactly, exactly.”

A few more girls who had finished the race came over. Surrounded by all the girls, Brian Young was overjoyed, completely forgetting about Ethan Bennett, and basked in their concern.

Ethan Bennett looked frustrated, curled his lip in disdain, and walked away.