Chapter 5 Physical Fitness Test

    Lucy lined up for the first test: the 50-meter sprint. The teacher divided them into two lines, arranged by height. It was incredibly coincidental that the heroine and the villainess had to run together, given their identical height. Oh, the scriptwriter really tried to create a showdown between the heroine and the villainess, to highlight the villainess's foolishness and the heroine's capability. Well, we would see who the winner would be. Lucy thought to herself, determined that the girls’ side would start first. Lady first, right? As Lucy was warming up, Angela approached her with a small, charming smile.

    "Please take care of me. We have to run together," Angela said, tilting her head in a way that was undeniably adorable like a little cat. Lucy couldn't help but wonder if Angela, the perfect heroine, was really that naive. Despite knowing Lucy didn't like her, Angela still approached her, even after being scolded, pushed away, or even physically attacked like yesterday. Yet, she kept involving herself with Lucy without any sign of deterrence.

    If it were the old Lucy, she would have verbally lashed out at the heroine until her friends and everyone else came to her defense as usual. Of course, Lucy wouldn't do that now, leaving Angela with nothing but silence and not even a glance, disappointing her greatly. Lucy continued to ignore the heroine, but unexpectedly, Angela's friend, upset by Lucy's lack of response, came over and started speaking loudly, attracting other students' attention.

    "It's too much. Angie tried to talk to you, and you ignored her? Do you think you're so special? Huh!! It's because of you that Angie got hurt and has scratch marks now. Do you even feel guilty, you boy-crazy?!" Lucy looked up but didn't gaze at the accuser; instead, she scanned around for the teacher but realized the PE teacher was absent, probably fetching the attendance book from the staff room. Lucy sighed, realizing the atmosphere was just perfect for a villainess to act out without supervision.

    The male students, especially the student council president and the Crown Prince, stood up to intervene, imagining Lucy would scream and confront the accuser before insulting Angela, the angelic perfection. As the president and the crown prince approached, Lucy stood straight, gazing at the accuser with a calm demeanor, and said,

    "Did I ask for your friend’s attention, hm? How many times must I endure this? Angela constantly seeks me out despite my clear hatred toward her. If you're not blind, you should see it. It's odd that no matter how many times I've attacked or scolded her, but your good friend Angela never stays away, constantly bothering me."

    Lucy approached the accuser, arms crossed, looking down with disdain,

    "If you wonder what makes me so special, it's simple. I am superior because my father can ruin your family with just a word from me. My crazy actions, chasing boys, or being arrogant are my business. If I'm pleased with it, who are you to object? Do you have power over me? Is your family more significant than mine? The answer is no. Believe it or not, even if I slapped you right here and the president intervened, it would still end with you getting slapped by me without being able to do anything about it. That makes me more special than you. Do I need to care about everyone's looks or gossip about me? No, because they're capable of nothing more." Lucy lightly stroked the accuser's cheek, sending chills down her spine. The atmosphere around Lucy became eerily intimidating, instilling fear and an icy dread in her.

    "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you like I said. Just consider yourselves as insignificant as two termites: it's not worth my effort. Now, why don't you take your friend's hand and get back in line and shut up? I'm quite annoyed by your bootlicking noises," Lucy removed her hand from her face and turned back to rejoin the line, continuing her warm-up, leaving everyone else staring in shock. It was as if they had seen a queen bee overshadow Luciana for a moment there! Did that so-called boy-crazy girl have such a commanding presence?

    "She've changed, Dale. She's scarier than before," Ion whispered to Dale.

    "Alright, alright, let's line up and get ready to start. Mr. President, could you help me time this? Okay, first pair, get ready," said the physical education teacher who had just returned, explaining things quickly. Lucy sighed lightly; the teacher was like a police officer, always showing up after everything had ended. Then she glanced over at the heroine's group, thinking,

    'I hope Angela learns her lesson and stops bothering me.' As pairs passed, the cheers for their friends were lively and fun until it was Lucy and Angela's turn. The moment they stepped onto the field, cheers for Angela erupted from both girls and boys, but there was not a single cheer for Lucy.

    Did she feel slighted? Not at all, because cheers don't make you run any faster. And by some stroke of fate, the teacher's stopwatch ran out of battery, requiring a pause to change it, which meant Lucy and Angela had to take turns running. Of course, Angela ran first, her delicate figure springing into action at the signal.

    Beep.

    "8.14," announced the highest record for the girls' side. Angela's friends rushed to congratulate her, basking in the joy as if it were their own achievement, and casting looks towards Lucy. Hmph, just wait until you see my score, would you still act so smug then? unimpressed by their smug faces. When the signal for her start sounded, Lucy bolted. Her slender figure dashed off swiftly.

    Beep.

    The entire field fell silent, all eyes on the president, waiting for the announcement, an unusual occurrence considering no one would usually care. The president swallowed nervously before finally looking up at Lucy, who was staring at him. The president's hesitant demeanor made Lucy snap at him in a way she had never done before!

    "Spit it out, will you? Stop dawdling," The president couldn’t help but be startled, Luciana often used this tone with others but definitely not with him. His blue eyes narrowed in irritation, forcing the tall figure to speak up.

    "8.12." Hearing her score, Lucy turned and walked back to her place, ignoring the stunned faces around her. This was just a starter, don't get too shocked and tired yet. Many people could hardly believe it. If it were anyone other than the chairman, there would probably be a protest. After the sprinting came the sit-ups. True to form, Lucy waited passively for the remainder to approach her for pairing, a common occurrence in team selection or pairing. Once paired, Lucy got ready, with a male student sitting by to count.

    At the whistle's sound, the girls struggled through their sit-ups, and upon completion, they lay gasping. Predictably, Angela achieved the best score with 17 repetitions. Lucy felt the piercing stares as she prepared for her turn, laying down for her partner to hold her feet. When the whistle blew again, Lucy's upper body moved up and down swiftly, constantly, until the end. When it was time to announce Lucy's score, the male student quietly but audibly announced,

    "19 reps." Lucy remained stoic, internally wanting to glance at Angela and her friends and laugh triumphantly. Then came the final test, which Lucy considered the easiest, perhaps because of her ballet training, making the flexibility test a breeze. But this time, it was the turn of the Pawn classroom to start first. When it came to the others' turns, it was normal, but when it was Lucy's turn, the silence was palpable. Lucy walked to the bar designated for hanging and started to pull herself up without bending her knees, then began the timing. As time ticked on, Lucy still maintained her posture with a calm demeanor until she couldn't hold herself up any longer and came down.

    Beep.

    "18.45," a breath was audibly drawn. Lucy then walked over to sit and watch the others, especially the heroine's turn. Of course, Angela tried her best to maintain her posture as long as possible, her sweet face turning crimson with effort. Lucy watched with a mocking gaze, thinking there was no way she could break my record.

    Thud. Beep.

    All eyes were on the teacher, who stooped to jot down the scores and time before looking up to announce Angela's score.

    "11.55," Lucy's lips twitched into a small smirk before she returned to her neutral expression. Now, our beloved heroine must feel like she's been struck by lightning. Hah, the game has just begun, don't give up easily.