Chapter 117: One Glance at the Results, Foolishness Unveiled

“Want to take a break before competing again?” Qin Tian asked with a cheerful smile as he looked at Shangguan Xiaocong, who had just reached the finish line.

“Only women need rest!” Shangguan Xiaocong caught his breath, his voice hoarse as he replied.

After a moment, Shangguan Xiaocong reached into his pocket and pulled out a cloth pouch. Opening it, Qin Tian was surprised to see silver needles inside.

Qin Tian was taken aback—this guy had some medical knowledge?

Shangguan Xiaocong picked up a silver needle and pricked acupuncture points on his limbs. Instantly, he looked revitalized and full of energy.

Qin Tian was stunned. This was a forceful qi-boosting acupuncture technique, which could cause some degree of harm to the body, often requiring ten days or more to recover.

He hadn’t expected Shangguan Xiaocong to resort to such a method to regain stamina.

At the same time, Qin Tian grew curious; Shangguan Xiaocong seemed to have a complicated background.

After all, how could someone know this acupuncture method without having studied traditional Chinese medicine?

“Shangguan Xiaocong is the type to harm himself almost as much as his enemy, but the problem is he didn’t even hurt the enemy—he just hurt himself first,” Xiang Chuchu, standing on the rooftop terrace, watched this unfold and shook her head.

She knew she had lost. Cao Azheng was right—Shangguan Xiaocong simply couldn’t beat Qin Tian.

Shangguan Xiaocong had solid fundamentals; his only flaw was that he was utterly foolish.

Just to save face, he insisted on forcefully replenishing his energy. Qin Tian had said it—if he took time to rest, wouldn’t it be better to recover naturally?

Qin Tian and Shangguan Xiaocong then moved over to the long jump area.

Long jump had always been Qin Tian’s strong suit.

Back at the Heavenly Horse Circus, that old bastard Kong Weng had trained Qin Tian by locking him in a cage and making him jump around like a monkey all day long.

Qin Tian’s jumping ability was astonishing, perhaps even surpassing those long jump and high jump champions in the mundane world.

“You go first?” Qin Tian smiled at Shangguan Xiaocong.

Shangguan Xiaocong snorted coldly, stepped up to the line, gestured a few times, and crouched down, looking like he was taking it seriously.

“Ha!”

With a shout, Shangguan Xiaocong suddenly pushed off and leapt forward.

Crack.

Qin Tian raised an eyebrow. He heard a sharp sound—Shangguan Xiaocong had twisted his ankle!

Shangguan Xiaocong’s face turned pale. He hadn’t expected to sprain his ankle suddenly. This meant he could only use one leg to push off, so he only managed a little over one and a half meters.

Landing, Shangguan Xiaocong clutched his right foot, his face contorted in pain.

“Told you to warm up before exercising, but you didn’t listen. How’s that working out for you now?” Qin Tian shrugged and ignored him, heading calmly to the other takeoff spot and leaping lightly.

The crowd erupted in astonishment—two point nine meters!

Bald Jason, the PE teacher standing nearby, widened his eyes. Two point nine meters! That was extraordinarily rare!

Generally, most people’s standing long jump results hover between one point eight to two point five meters.

Some excel to two point seven, but two point nine was exceptionally rare!

Qin Tian clapped his hands nonchalantly and glanced at Shangguan Xiaocong sitting on the ground, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Shangguan Xiaocong gritted his teeth, furious at having his spotlight stolen by Qin Tian. How could he tolerate that?

He immediately pulled out silver needles again and stabbed his entire leg repeatedly. Moments later, he stood up, acting as if nothing had happened.

“I suggest you stop doing that. You’re pushing your body too hard,” Qin Tian warned gently, frowning.

He treated Shangguan Xiaocong like an immature schoolboy and didn’t want him to get hurt.

After all, although Shangguan Xiaocong was always pestering Jiang Yingying, he hadn’t crossed any lines.

“Mind your own business!” Shangguan Xiaocong glared at Qin Tian ungratefully.

“Shot put?” Qin Tian shook his head and asked.

“Bring it on!” Shangguan Xiaocong walked over, picked up a shot put, stepped forward on one foot, leaned back slightly, and held the shot put high behind his head.

“You might want to warm up your waist first. Don’t want to strain it,” Qin Tian advised kindly.

“Me? Strain my waist? Hmph! No need for your concern!” Shangguan Xiaocong was still ungrateful.

“Ha!” Shangguan Xiaocong shouted, using his legs as the base, his waist as the explosive point, and his hands as the force, he hurled the shot put.

Crack!

At that moment, Qin Tian heard another sharp sound.

Shangguan Xiaocong had strained his waist.

His face stiffened, his mouth twitched, and he immediately reduced his effort. The shot put flew only a short distance before crashing down and rolling to a stop.

Qin Tian shook his head. “Ignoring wise advice only leads to immediate loss.”

Pfft, he wasn’t an old man—more like ignoring a handsome guy’s advice leads to loss.

Qin Tian walked over, picked up a shot put, and without any flashy moves, simply threw it.

The shot put blasted out like a rocket fueled with extra power, hitting the ground with a small crater, rolling further before stopping.

“Nineteen meters!” Bald Jason exclaimed again. Such a distance was terrifyingly impressive! For most college students, a thirteen-meter throw was already amazing.

Shangguan Xiaocong’s gaze turned cold. Why did he always falter at crucial moments? Qin Tian had once again stolen his thunder!

Gritting his teeth, Shangguan Xiaocong pulled out silver needles and stabbed his waist repeatedly.

Qin Tian wanted to stop him but thought better of it. At worst, he’d be bedridden for ten to fifteen days.

“This Shangguan Xiaocong is blinded by rage,” Xiang Chuchu shook her head.

“Let’s go,” Cao Azheng said.

“Where to?” Xiang Chuchu asked.

“You lost, so you owe me chocolate,” Cao Azheng said.

“When did we make a bet?” Xiang Chuchu was momentarily dumbfounded.

“When did I say there wasn’t a bet?” Cao Azheng shrugged.

“...” Xiang Chuchu was speechless but followed Cao Azheng down the terrace toward the snack bar.

Next came the high jump. Qin Tian conceded slightly to Shangguan Xiaocong, only barely outjumping him, but still cleared the full score line.

After winning once, Shangguan Xiaocong was proud as punch, looking at Qin Tian with a provocative smirk.

Qin Tian smiled indifferently. He left him some face—it wouldn’t do for Shangguan Xiaocong to lose too badly.

Then came the hundred meters. Qin Tian again held back a little, finishing just a bit slower than Shangguan Xiaocong.

Shangguan Xiaocong was even more pleased, running over to Jiang Yingying to boast endlessly.

Qin Tian sighed inwardly—this was undeniably just an immature schoolboy.

The PE teacher, Bald Jason, then began announcing the results.

No surprises—Qin Tian scored a perfect 500 points, ranking first in the entire department.

This score, if placed in the whole school or even the entire university town, would likely be number one!

Meanwhile, Shangguan Xiaocong’s name was still not called.

The results were announced from highest to lowest. After dozens of names, Shangguan Xiaocong’s still hadn’t come up, making him nervous.

“Shangguan Xiaocong!” Bald Jason finally called his name.

Shangguan Xiaocong immediately perked up and listened carefully.

“Two hundred and fifty points!” Bald Jason’s voice rang out. The whole crowd’s expressions turned strange, and some students even snickered quietly.

Qin Tian was stunned, his face equally odd. He had conceded twice, allowing Shangguan Xiaocong to get full marks, yet Shangguan Xiaocong only scored 250 points in total.

That meant, aside from high jump and the hundred meters, the other three events combined were only worth fifty points!

Qin Tian suddenly felt that the leniency he had shown Shangguan Xiaocong was a mistake.

Shangguan Xiaocong felt like crying—this damned guy had all the moves and acted tough, but in the end, only scored 250 points!