mtlumby2d Chapter 290 For the sake of charity, I decided to sacrifice my own interests.
Chapter 290 For the sake of charity, I decided to sacrifice my own interests.
Before we knew it, it was evening.
Inside the tiered classrooms of the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai, the lights were on.
The night outside the window was already deep, and the occasional chirping of insects was completely drowned out by the dense discussion inside the classroom.
On the podium, Old Zhang held a thick implementation plan for the school sports meet, his voice slightly hoarse as he gave his final pep talk.
"Dear students, the school has issued standardized specifications for the charity sale booths during the school sports meet."
"The principle is 'compassion first, competition second'."
"Also, there's some good news."
Old Zhang paused for a moment, glanced at Jiang Bai below the stage with a somewhat complicated expression, and then continued:
"To facilitate everyone's preparation for the competition, the equipment room on the ground floor of the stadium will be officially open to all participating athletes starting today."
"If any students need to familiarize themselves with the weight of the shot put, the height of the hurdles, or the starting blocks in advance, they can go to the sports committee to get a form and apply. They can borrow them by going through a process."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Dapeng, who was sitting next to Jiang Bai, chuckled and gently poked Jiang Bai's lower back with his thick elbow.
"Third brother, did you hear that? Follow the procedure?"
Gu Dapeng lowered his voice, his tone revealing a smug "I have connections in high places" attitude:
"The application form is for outsiders to see."
"Dude, I'm in the sports department. We can just go there after class. No need to apply at all. We can throw as many shot puts as we want, nobody cares!"
Su Ze also came over, his fox-like eyes filled with eager excitement:
"Count me in!"
"Although my 100-meter relay team is all about looking cool, I still need to practice my starting posture."
"If I were to fall flat on my face in front of all the girls in the school, my reputation as the 'Shanghai Theatre Academy Casanova' would truly be ruined."
Jiang Bai stroked his chin and sat up straight, seemingly lost in thought.
"Sure, I was just thinking of trying it out myself."
To be honest, ever since his stamina reached 12 points, Jiang Bai has never been able to figure out his true strength.
Shot put? 1000 meters? High jump?
He really needed an open space to test just how abnormal his current body had become.
after all.
He certainly didn't want to accidentally throw the shot put into the principal's office on the 13th, or jump directly onto the stadium roof during the high jump.
While the group was excitedly discussing, the speech on stage was coming to an end.
"Okay, that's all for today."
"Everyone, go back to your dorms and get some rest. Athletes, please take good care of your knees and ligaments."
Old Zhang closed the folder, and just as the whole class was about to disperse, he suddenly tapped the table and his gaze precisely locked onto Jiang Bai, who was preparing to slip away.
"Jiang Bai, wait a minute, come over here for a second."
The previously noisy classroom fell silent for half a second.
Su Ze and Gu Dapeng exchanged a glance, then revealed a sly smile that said, "Brother-in-law, you've got this."
"Third brother, did you see that?"
Su Ze winked mischievously.
"Old Zhang, this is definitely an attempt to find out Bai Zhi's schedule in advance."
"Think about it, Jiang Baizhi is now the school's living advertisement. As the counselor, Old Zhang has managed to cultivate such a 'family member,' his year-end bonus this semester will probably triple!"
Gu Dapeng patted Jiang Bai on the shoulder in deep agreement and said earnestly:
"Third brother, your time to rise to prominence has come. Don't forget your little brothers!"
With a face full of black lines, Jiang Bai walked towards the podium amidst the envious and jealous gazes of his roommates.
Old Zhang contacted him, and it definitely wasn't about any "year-end bonus".
Old Zhang was the only unlucky guy in the school who knew the truth about "Jiang Baizhi being Jiang Bai" among the people he had close contact with.
The news of Jiang Baizhi's return to school is spreading like wildfire. Old Zhang's heart didn't stop beating on the spot, which shows how well he usually trains.
Old Zhang's face looked like a piece of tofu that had been sitting out for three days, pale and tired.
He first craned his neck to make sure that his three roommates couldn't hear the conversation.
Then he lowered his voice:
"Jiang Bai..."
Old Zhang's voice carried a sense of desolation, as if he had seen through the illusions of the world.
"Tell me the truth."
"Is that post on the forum true, about Jiang Baizhi participating in the school sports meet as a family member and even performing on stage?"
Jiang Bai awkwardly touched his nose, cleared his throat, and his voice remained the same calm that made Old Zhang's liver tremble:
"Teacher Zhang, the Arts and Literature Department has already reported it."
"My sister... she really is going to participate in a stage fundraising performance."
"What's the point of attending?"
Old Zhang lowered his voice, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth:
"Where is Jiang Baizhi? Where is your sister?"
"Your sister is standing right in front of me, panting!"
"How are you planning to perform on the 13th? Handing yourself water with your left hand and wiping your sweat with your right?"
"Are you still planning to perform a magic trick of disappearing into thin air in public?"
Jiang Bai maintained a calm demeanor, his gaze sincere:
"Teacher Zhang, what are you saying? How could I possibly perform the magic trick of turning a person into a ghost in public?"
"Well, there's really nothing we can do about it."
Jiang Bai sighed, his eyes revealing a noble "If I don't go to hell, who will?" attitude:
"As a member of the Shanghai Theatre Academy, I feel I should do my part to help the children in impoverished mountainous areas during this school sports meet fundraising event."
"As you know, I don't have much influence yet. If I were to sell the goods on my own, I'd probably only sell two sausages a day."
"But Bai Zhi is different; she's famous."
"The moment she stands there, she's like a walking money printing machine."
"For the honor of my class, and for the sake of the donations, I've decided to sacrifice my personal interests and give it my all!"
Old Zhang was stunned; his initial excitement had vanished.
Looking at Jiang Bai's upright and dignified face, he felt a strange sense of emotion welling up inside him.
What a fine young man!
In order to raise funds, she did not hesitate to ruin her reputation and put on those layers of dresses again.
What kind of spirit is this?
This is pure internationalist dedication!
Old Zhang's eyes reddened, he patted Jiang Bai on the shoulder, and sighed deeply:
"Xiao Bai, I originally thought you were just a cross-dressing guy... I never expected you to have such a broad perspective."
"Your teacher misunderstood you; you've really had a tough time."
Old Zhang hesitated for a long time, seemingly engaged in an extremely intense internal struggle.
Finally, as if he had nothing to lose, he gritted his teeth and whispered:
"Alright! Since you have such a kind heart, then I, your teacher... will cover for you during the school sports meet!"
"If you ever need my help, just let me know!"
"No matter what, I can't let your selfless heart fight this battle alone!"
Jiang Bai was overjoyed, his eyes shining like two-thousand-watt searchlights:
"Old Zhang! You're truly my teacher! No, you're like my uncle!"
"Don't rush to acknowledge our kinship."
Old Zhang's expression suddenly became extremely strange, even carrying a hint of almost pleading humility.
He leaned closer to Jiang Bai, his voice so soft that only the two of them could hear:
"Xiaobai, there are conditions to my help."
"You...you must promise me one thing."
"Say it! I'll do anything, even go through fire and water!"
Old Zhang took a deep breath, his expression contorted as he uttered a sentence:
"Ahem. My son, Zhang Cheng, is also going back to school to participate in the charity sale."
"I only ask one thing of you: whether it's Jiang Bai or Jiang Baizhi, please stay away from my son!"
"Ideally, he should never have to speak to you again for the rest of his life!!"