The School Beauty's Super Rogue-Chapter 773 - 770: Interview

"Brother!"

"Qin Hao..."

The voices of two beauties came through the noise, and Qin Hao finally confirmed that he didn’t seem to have misheard.

But why are Xixi and Bi Fang here?

And they’re holding cheering sticks, it seems like they came specifically for me?

"No way? I don’t remember telling Xixi about me being an athlete! How did they find out?"

With no time to think, the referee began to give orders.

Other athletes hurriedly got into starting positions, leaving Qin Hao with no choice but to put aside his thoughts of greeting Xixi and Bi Fang.

Assuming the iconic crouching start position, Qin Hao’s eyes fixed straight ahead.

Just a moment ago, he was laid-back and casual, but now he instantly becomes professional and efficient.

Jisang, next to him, caught this scene from the corner of his eye and was slightly taken aback: In terms of momentum and posture, this Huaxia guy seems to have something?

Bang!

The starting gun fired, and all athletes on the track sprinted out in an instant.

Swoosh!

Among everyone, Qin Hao took the lead, showcasing his starting technique to the fullest.

Just a second in, he was already significantly ahead of the others.

"Why so slow?"

Qin Hao initially wanted to open up and run a full race, but seeing no one around him in his peripheral vision, he couldn’t help but turn his head.

What he saw were faces contorted in exertion.

"Forgot this is just a preliminary; I need to use tactics..."

Before going on stage, the coach, in a dispirited manner, told Qin Hao that if the opponents were too slow, there was no need to go all out, and it would be better to conserve energy.

Remembering this advice, Qin Hao slightly slowed his pace, keeping just a body-length lead from the second place.

It was a thrilling journey, but when Qin Hao crossed the finish line fastest, a new round of cheers erupted on site.

"Long live Huaxia!"

"Go Huaxia!"

"We are number one!"

Although this was just the lowest-level qualifying race, Qin Hao’s group first place greatly boosted morale.

After all, there were also a few people from Europe, America, and Africa among them.

"Long live brother!"

Xixi, imitating the enthusiastic crowd, raised her fist and shouted loudly.

In contrast, Bi Fang was more reserved and didn’t shout but instead stomped the ground fiercely with her long legs. Fortunately, the floor was hard enough to withstand the fierce impact of her high heels.

VIP section.

Wang Weiyin stood up, waving: "Great!"

Director Xu looked a bit displeased but still perked up and said: "Director Wang, it seems this Qin Hao is somewhat interesting. But the result is out, and it’s only 10.10. I’m afraid this score might not hold up in the next round."

Wang Weiyin smiled smugly without speaking, thinking to himself: The next round might be risky? Heh, if I told you Qin Hao could run 9.93 seconds, what would you think?

The elderly leader slightly nodded: "Not bad, though still frivolous in attitude, Xiaowang, you should strive to correct Qin Hao’s temperament in the future."

"Your advice is well-taken, sir."

Wang Weiyin nodded repeatedly, but inwardly was wryly smiling: It’s not like I haven’t tried, but I almost died from anger. Please spare me, sir.

Hearing the audience cheering for him, especially the excitement from Xixi and Bi Fang, Qin Hao was quite thrilled.

He gave a thumbs up in the direction of Xixi and Bi Fang, making both of them blush with excitement.

Satisfied, Qin Hao turned back to finally have time to look at his time.

The result was consistent with his initial test run, the second place trailing by 0.01 seconds, unsurprisingly a black athlete.

The third place was Jisang, who was now so excited he looked like a monkey, though still panting heavily.

Seeing Qin Hao approaching, Jisang shouted excitedly, "Dude, you’re really something!"

Earlier, he was beside Qin Hao, and was the one who felt most directly the beast-like speed of the other.

Especially at the start, Jisang thought he did quite well, but compared to Qin Hao, the gap was very obvious.

Qin Hao, face unreddened and breath steady, smiled faintly: "You’re not bad either, it seems you made it to the preliminaries."

"That guy!"

Jisang was again so excited he gesticulated wildly, but didn’t forget to lean over and softly ask: "Dude, did you hold back your strength?"

In hindsight, Qin Hao’s start was perfect, but maybe his speed in the middle to the end wasn’t that impressive?

By normal standards, with that kind of starting ability, running under ten seconds shouldn’t be that hard.

Qin Hao maintained a mysterious smile: "That’s a secret."

"Huff... huff..."

A panting sound came from beside them.

Both Qin Hao and Jisang turned their heads, their eyes lighting up; isn’t this a Japanese team member?

The Japanese teammate, who was originally panting painfully, found someone next to him watching him—two hateful people at that.

He glanced at the scoreboard: first, third...

And finally, their taunting eyes,

"Baka!"

Instantly, the Japanese teammate was infuriated. However, in track and field, it’s always the results that speak.

He had no rebuttal, could only suppress his chaotic mood, and turned to walk towards the roadside.

He tried to hold his head high to maintain some pride, but under his fatigued body, he couldn’t help but gasp, leaving only a defeated silhouette.

Qin Hao and Jisang retracted their gaze.

Qin Hao: "He looks like a dog with its tail between its legs."

Jisang laughed: "Isn’t it because you’re too strong, mate? By the way, what’s your name, buddy?"

"Qin Hao."

Qin Hao replied, while also giving a compliment: "Brother Jisang is not bad either, there’s a chance you’ll get into the semifinals."

"You flatter me."

The two were exchanging compliments and were about to head to the rest area when a reporter with a microphone approached them.

"Dimenhao!"

Jisang, eager to perform, uttered something in Chinese that no one could understand.

The female reporter smiled kindly but put the microphone next to Qin Hao’s mouth.

Jisang, full of disappointment, looked enviously at Qin Hao.

Qin Hao was speechless: This is the infamous interview?

As a low-key person, Qin Hao had little interest in flaunting himself.

He wanted to leave, but the reporter stopped him, and a bunch of older guys with cameras gathered around.

"Could you tell us your name, please?"

The female journalist maintained a friendly smile.

Her real name was Ye Shanshan, and she specialized in sports interviews. Having covered numerous events, her mind was filled with a huge number of athlete names.

But the face of Qin Hao, in front of her, she somehow couldn’t recall at all.

As a reporter, not even knowing the name of the person to be interviewed made Ye Shanshan feel utterly ashamed.

Qin Hao, helpless, responded with a stiff tone: "Qin Hao."

"Could you introduce yourself a bit?"

Ye Shanshan could see it, a young man not good with words, but that’s okay, under my guidance, he will become quite expressive too.

Qin Hao, feeling overwhelmed, could only reluctantly respond: "Hello everyone, I am Qin Hao."

Ye Shanshan widened her eyes: "Handsome, aren’t you a bit too cold? I am a beauty myself, can’t you say a few more words?"

In her mind, various words flashed by, but her mouth elegantly smiled and said: "Hello Qin Hao, as the first national athlete to appear, how do you feel?"