I rejected your confession, but you took my best friend home?

If Chapter 125 were my chapter, I'd definitely throw you like a shot put...

"Never mind, just throw it anywhere."

When others threw, Zhou Heng didn't pay much attention to their movements; they slid and spun, looking quite professional.

He watched for a long time but still couldn't learn it, so he didn't plan to use any professional techniques. He was afraid that if he didn't do them correctly, he would be laughed at.

"cough!"

Zhou Heng stood still, cleared his throat,

In an instant, his muscles bulged! His whole body strained, and the next second, he took a step forward and slammed his foot heavily on the ground!

The hand holding the shot put throws it out quickly!

"Whoosh!"

A tall, long parabola appeared in the air, and the shot put flew at the speed of a cannonball!

"!!" Everyone's eyes widened, following the movement of the shot put.

They watched other people throw, and they didn't see this speed. Has the shot put become lighter?

"boom!"

When the shot put hit the ground, the onlookers couldn't help but shrink back, as if they had been startled by the sudden impact.

Soon, the referee went to measure the distance, while Zhou Heng clapped his hands, stretched his arms, and left the field.

"15.89 meters!"

"ah?!!"

Upon hearing the results, the fat man jumped up, his eyes wide with shock, clearly overwhelmed by fear.

The others nearly fainted with their eyes wide open, their mouths twitching, their eyebrows twitching wildly, unable to utter a word.

"Wow!!"

At this moment, Yin Mengran, standing on the sidelines, jumped up happily and cheered excitedly, as if she were the one who had won.

But for her, Zhou Heng's victory meant she had won; it didn't matter.

Hearing the sound, Zhou Heng turned around and looked at Yin Mengran, smiled slightly at her, and gave her a thumbs up.

Now those people finally know who Yin Mengran was cheering for.

With such strength, victory is a sure thing. Plus, with this beautiful woman cheering them on, it's impossible for them to lose.

The competition ended, and Zhou Heng won first place effortlessly.

Now that both of his projects are over, and he won both, with particularly outstanding results, he has become the talk of the school!

"A shot put of 7.26 meters, thrown nearly 16 meters from a standing position? No technique, just pure strength? That's ridiculously exaggerated. If they trained systematically, it would be incredible..."

"He ran the 100 meters in under 11 seconds, amazing... Is this person really not from a professional team?"

After Zhou Heng and his classmates returned to their classroom, everyone looked at Zhou Heng as if he were a monster.

With that kind of strength, if he got angry, he could easily kill any lucky spectator here.

Just as Zhou Heng was about to return to his seat, Teacher Wang suddenly stepped forward, reached out and pinched Zhou Heng's arm.

"Ouch! Ouch—Teacher Wang, what are you doing...why are you pinching me? I already won, didn't I?"

Zhou Heng took a step back, wincing as he rubbed his arm in pain.

Teacher Wang, hands on her hips, frowned and said irritably:

"Stop pretending! Do you think I could pinch you and hurt your thick skin? You always said you were so good at sports, so why didn't you participate in the sports meet the past two years? Couldn't you have contributed something to the class?"

Teacher Wang pointed and whispered at Zhou Heng, who quickly backed away, not daring to say anything. Meanwhile, Yin Mengran and Tang Zhi secretly laughed behind their backs.

Zhou Heng had always been slacking off in class, but now that the homeroom teacher had caught him, he had no way to explain himself...

After venting her anger, Teacher Wang crossed her arms and muttered under her breath:

"I'm a teacher, and I only get help from you because of Yin Mengran, really..."

The more powerful Zhou Heng became, the more smug one person became.

Kong Yue sat there, beaming with pride, because several people had already come over to praise him for being awesome.

"Kong Yue, when I think about how you stood up to Zhou Heng back then, I admire you. You were really something; only you would dare to do something like that..."

"I think so too. Arm wrestling, my foot! You should be glad he let Hai go, or he might have broken your arm..."

"That's only because Zhou Heng has a good temper, okay? He wasn't that angry at the time. If it were me, I would have thrown you like a shot put..."

Kong Yue smiled, waved his hand, raised his head, and said proudly:

"Oh, it's nothing. Zhou Heng and I are good buddies! He's like an older brother to me. We were just chatting together. Think about it, even though I'm so annoying, Zhou Heng doesn't beat me up. He's so good to me."

He knew what he was doing was wrong, but the feeling of a dog relying on its master's power was just too good to pass up.

Having been in school for so long, I've always been someone who didn't stand out much in the class, but now, thanks to Zhou Heng, I'm getting so much attention.

After so much time, he had gotten a better understanding of Zhou Heng's personality. He was magnanimous and didn't fuss over trivial matters, so he wouldn't get angry with him over such small things.

Today's sports meet has come to an end. There's still one more day tomorrow.

Around 5 p.m., the students gradually left.

After Zhou Heng and Yin Mengran walked out of the school gate, they held hands. They had been holding back all day.

Because Zhou Heng had promised his homeroom teacher to keep a low profile at school, they didn't do anything intimate despite being close to each other all day.

But as soon as he stepped out of the school gate, he reached out to take Yin Mengran's hand and found that her hand was also outstretched. The two of them smiled at each other, as if they were telepathically connected.

"By the way, what exactly did Teacher Wang say to you today? It seems like your relationship improved after your conversation..."

Yin Mengran had this question in her mind for a day, but because Teacher Wang was right next to her, she didn't ask it.

"Um...about this..."

Zhou Heng reached out and touched a pocket in his schoolbag. Inside was the money Teacher Wang had given him to give to Yin Mengran.

He still didn't know how to tell Yin Mengran about this.

"Stop! This is robbery!"

Just then, a voice came from in front of them. They immediately stopped and looked ahead.

Upon seeing that person, Zhou Heng frowned slightly, tilted his head, and asked:

"What are you doing here again, staking out people? Is this your hideout?"

The person in front of me, with bandages wrapped around his body and leaning against the wall, was Liao Haomiao.

Liao Haomiao smiled, walked forward slowly, and said, "I was just waiting for you. Talking face-to-face is much more effective than talking on the phone!"

"Something's not right. How did you get ahead of me with those legs?"

"Hey! Don't worry about the details, what I'm about to say is the important thing."

Liao Haomiao reached out his hand, stopping Zhou Heng from continuing.

Yin Mengran, being particularly sensible, looked at Zhou Heng and whispered, "Then I'll wait for you up ahead..."

"it is good."

Yin Mengran had just taken one step when Liao Haomiao stopped her:

"Oh no! You come too."