Upon hearing the voice, everyone fell silent.
Chen Yunyun, Wang Yuhe, and Sun Zhicheng looked at Lin Dong with astonishment, as did the rest of the class, including Jiang Nian, who turned their eyes towards the source of the sound.
Realizing he had misspoken, Lin Dong awkwardly tried to play it off.
"Who can handle 3000 meters?"
As soon as he said this, the atmosphere relaxed.
Lin Dong retreated hastily, not wanting to clash with Jiang Nian.
Not because he was afraid, but because he didn't want Jiang Nian to lose face. After all, representing the class in a 3000-meter run was a prideful thing, vital for class unity.
Okay, okay, you chose a tough path.
Instead of harping on class unity, don't forget you're a member of the Communist Youth League, and you'll be doing double portions of Youth League studies in the future.
Most people were just there for the fun, as high school life is usually dull, giving everyone an attitude of amused spectatorship.
