Chapter Thirty-Two: Registration

  Zhan Fei asked, "Has anyone reported about the iron plate?" Xu Xun heard and said, "Throwing an iron plate? Are you capable of that?"

  Zhan Fei listened and said directly, "The key is to participate." After hearing Zhan Fei's words, Xu Xuanhong opened his mouth and said, "I can report it for you, but we have to agree that in the 1500m and 3000m long-distance running events, even if you come in last place, you must finish the race and not give up halfway, or else other classes will laugh at us, got it?"

  Zhan Fei patted Xu Zonghong's shoulder and said, "I'll take care of it, don't worry!" Upon hearing Zhan Fei's words, Xu Zonghong nodded on the surface but was actually very worried in his heart. However, this was still better than letting him participate in the 3000 meters again!

  After handing over the registration form, Zhan Fei returned to his seat and started playing with his phone. He really didn't have the heart to listen to this lesson, of course, in the past, Zhan Fei couldn't understand it, just like heavenly books.

  Nowadays, Zhan Fei has already gone through all the teaching materials for four years of professional study and mastered them. Now he can teach classes to teachers, where is his mind to listen to classes?

  After a while, Han Qing arrived at the classroom. As soon as she entered, her eyes scanned the room and glanced at Zhan Fei who was lying on the ground, then looked at Xu Xuanhong and said: "Head of the class, tomorrow is the summer sports meeting, it seems that you are going to be miserable again, do you want to prepare some glucose in advance to supplement?"

  Han Huan finished speaking and smiled, with a schadenfreude expression on his face. Xu Xuanhong heard Han Huan's words and said: "This time you guessed wrong, our class still has many classmates who are quite active, 3,000 meters and 1,500 meters have already been signed up."

  Han Huan listened and exclaimed in surprise: "Really? Who is it?"

  This time, the sports meeting, Han Liang, as one of the few girls in the class, also had to participate. The event she participated in was the women's 200 meters, and she also had to participate in the women's 4x100 relay race, which was an unavoidable thing, after all, there were only seven girls in Zhang Fei's class.

  Xu Xuanhong heard Han Ping's words and said, "Zhan Fei, he alone reported two items, I hope he can run the 4500 meters."

  Han Huan listened and said: "Xiao San? How is this guy interested in Yun Gong again?"

  Han Huan said, glancing at Zhan Fei who was lying there, and then said: "Although Little San's body doesn't seem to be doing well either, but compared to Da Ban Zhang you should be a bit stronger, he must not want to carry you back again, that's why he participated, right?" Han Huan said, and then found Wang Xuefei's position, and sat down.

  At this moment, Zhan Fei played with his mobile phone for a while, then lay down and closed his eyes. Three seconds later, the attribute panel appeared again. Then, Zhan Fei opened the package, inside which were placed one thousand sets of hemp cloth rolls, thick threads, thin threads, and various fuels.

  These items were all taken from his own tailor's workshop, and although the package only had thirty slots, as long as they were the same item, they could be stacked infinitely, so putting in so many materials only took up three empty slots. Then he directly dragged two hundred sets of materials into the sewing skills frame, and then started making clothes.

  Because he was preparing to create a clothing brand, Zhan Fei had been planning to upgrade his tailoring skills for some time. After all, a famous brand's clothes couldn't just be made of ordinary linen fabric, could they? So every day, most of Zhan Fei's vitality points were used to upgrade his tailoring skills, and as for the remaining 50 vitality points, he had left them in reserve, just in case.

  If there's a need to use vitality somewhere, it won't have to wait until the next day to be used. Of course, if it can't be used, the 50 points of vitality will also be consumed before midnight, after all, vitality cannot be stored and is refilled every midnight, so it would be wasted if not used.

  Two hundred seconds later, the package that Xuan Fei had unfolded contained seven or eight different colors of various types of linen shorts and shirts, consuming two hundred points of vitality. Xuan Fei also felt a bit tired, then fell asleep from pretending to sleep...

  Zhan Fei fell asleep for more than half an hour, and on the podium, Hei Mian was also very angry. Last time, Zhan Fei performed extremely well, and Hei Mian remembered that Zhan Fei was a young man with excellent mathematical intuition.

  It just so happens that the province recently held a math competition, and Zhang Fei's department is indeed the math department. He naturally hopes that more people from their class will participate, and two candidates have already been chosen. One of them is Liu Yuan, whose learning is extremely diligent and has a very solid grasp of knowledge.

  Another one is Duan Lutao, who always scores extremely high on exams. Although he has a bad feeling about it, Duan Lutao learns things in a somewhat rigid way and can handle ordinary exams, but when it comes to competitions that require flexibility and have high difficulty, he might not be able to keep up. However, his grades are there for all to see, so Hei Mian cannot reject Duan Lutao either.

  As for the third person, it has not been decided yet. Hei Mian felt that Zhan Fei was quite good because through the last time's experience, Hei Mian could confirm that in terms of intelligence, Zhan Fei was the highest in this department. Later, he also checked Zhan Fei's grades and found out that they were a mess, not at all like what a genius should have.

  He then put a custom label on his head: Genius who doesn't love learning. Heifeng was heartbroken, and in this class, from the moment he came in until now, Zhanfei had been sleeping. Although there were still several people sleeping, but to Heifeng, those people were just rotten wood that couldn't be carved, let them rot wherever they wanted, he didn't bother to pay attention.

  However, Zhan Fei didn't study well with such good materials, so Hei Mian couldn't ignore him anymore. Moreover, he wanted Zhan Fei to participate in next month's math competition. So, Hei Mian endured for half an hour and finally couldn't help but say to Zhou Tai sitting beside Zhan Fei: "That... chubby classmate, wake up the little brat sleeping beside you."

  Zhou Tai, who was playing with his phone, also paused for a moment, then looked at the black-faced indicator again, paused for a moment, and then pushed the exhibition flight, saying: "Old three, Black Face is calling you!"

  At this moment, Zhou Tai also didn't understand what was going on. In this classroom, there were more than ten people sleeping, why did the teacher only wake up Zhang Fei? Moreover, Teacher, you don't even know my name, and you're making fun of my figure, calling me "Fatty Classmate". Later, those two guys in the dormitory will laugh at me, who knows how!

  Zhang Fei was a light sleeper to begin with, so when Zhou Tai pushed him, he opened his eyes and mumbled: "What's going on?"