Chapter 139: Qingshan Li Is Only Five Kilometers Away from the Strong

Women are truly unreasonable.

"Are you angry?" Mikami Ai asked.

"No." Qingshan Li answered.

"No need to tough it out; there's no one here besides me."

"Really, no."

As if Qingshan Li were asking, Mikami Ai affirmed: "Really, no."

Qingshan Li was not angry at all.

If it doesn't continue.

In order not to continue, he explained: "Willful, bright, composed, happy—Ono Mihana no longer has hope, but I hope to raise Miyuki into such a girl—so, I really am not angry, only yearning."

"I truly admire your courage to confess to me in this situation, but we can only be friends."

Qingshan Li was obviously wrong.

What could truly make him not angry was not an explanation, but leaving immediately.

"Send me the electronic version." The boy left the Athens Philosophy Research Club.

Back then, was Socrates also like this, angering the Greeks? Sentenced by the Athens Court to drink poison and commit suicide, Qingshan Li could also understand.

There are twenty minutes left until lunch break ends; where to go next?

Sunny Band Club?

No, facing difficulties, now is exactly the time for them to deepen their bonds; he, as a stone, could indeed help them block some pressure, but also hindered them as a lump of clay from becoming more intimate.

Let's go to the Student Council Room.

It was agreed to find Miyase Yaeko when there was nothing to do; this is an opportunity.

Miyase Yaeko was handling matters of the long-distance running competition.

Arranging committee members for each section, confirming their work, what to do when something happens, and so on.

"Are you busy?" Qingshan Li asked.

"The competition starts tomorrow; if you're still busy today, that's too much—another matter for me?" Miyase Yaeko put the documents aside and looked down at Qingshan Li.

"No. Is there anything you need my help with?" Qingshan Li asked.

Miyase Yaeko smiled: "Really nothing? Then help me print some documents."

"Does the Student Council Room have a printer?"

"Isn't that natural?"

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Miyase Yaeko collected her smile and said lightly: "Speak if you have something."

Qingshan Li felt embarrassed.

"Can I borrow the printer for a bit?"

Generally speaking, Mikami Ai, who made the flyers, and Miyase Yaeko, who lent the printer for free, are both good people.

Actually, Qingshan Li is the most useless person, neither making flyers nor spending money to print flyers.

And these were originally his responsibilities.

Someone like him, ordinary people would call him: a soft-rice eater (or a pretty boy).

【Romance Daily Life - Mikami Ai, Miyase Yaeko: 90.3%】

At the same time the material degree rose, Qingshan Li was reflecting—

He had never been happy because he was especially handsome.

A handsome appearance was something he didn't need to strive for, innate, making everything in his life too easy, while also making him incapable and lazy.

As said before, people are divided into beautiful and ugly; this is quite annoying.

Mikami Ai and Miyase Yaeko certainly didn't help him because of his appearance, so it's simply his narcissism.

Lunch break ended; the first period in the afternoon was Home Economics Class, where the Home Economics Teacher taught everyone how to sew school uniform buttons.

The last period was 'Ethics'.

Groups of four made PPTs to discuss current popular lyrics by Hikaru Utada: 'Until which year of Reiwa can couples keep separate surnames'.

Someone said: "According to predictions, everyone will be surnamed Sato in the future!"

Someone else said: "Hikaru Utada is an American; why does she meddle in Japan's affairs!"

After school, Qingshan Li stood at the School Gate handing out flyers.

The Student Council people turned a blind eye;

The Sports Teacher came over, took a flyer, confirmed the content, and said nothing more.

Facing girls, Qingshan Li handing out flyers was simpler;

Facing boys, Qingshan Li found it harder, but the photo on the flyer was simpler: five beautiful girls.

Two hundred flyers were quickly handed out.

Qingshan Li did everything he could; as for the result, we'll see tomorrow.

On the way home, Ono Mika was watching band videos, learning the lead singer's stage moves, occasionally gesturing;

Ono Mizuki was reading a horror novel, holding a mobile phone in one hand and tightly gripping Qingshan Li's clothes with the other.

The clothes were about to wrinkle.

After dinner, Qingshan Li proposed: "Let's not study today; the day after tomorrow is the long-distance running competition, how about going for a night run together?"

"I'll go practice singing for a while." Ono Mika said.

"I'll keep looking for novels; I joined midway, so I must work hard to show myself and let everyone accept me." Ono Mizuki said.

"Then be careful at home." Qingshan Li wasn't too reassured, but with this kind of thing, he couldn't keep holding on forever.

"Take care yourself too." Ono Mika was also worried about him.

"You know that route, there are guards 24 hours a day." Qingshan Li said with a smile.

It wasn't that the route was special, but that the Imperial Palace was special, and since people often ran on this line, public security was quite good.

This was also why the school arranged the long-distance running competition here.

Qingshan Li put on his sportswear and walked out the door.

At the end of May, it was occasionally hot during the day, but the air at night was still somewhat cool.

Setting off from the National Stadium, Qingshan Li started running on Qing Shan Road.

Without using the system, he wanted to try, with his current physical condition, relying on his own will and running method, whether he could successfully run twenty kilometers.

"Huff, huff!"

Two kilometers, no, a bit more than one kilometer, Qingshan Li was breathing heavily and needed to gasp for air.

Three kilometers, lactic acid built up, so tired;

Four kilometers, unable to maintain an even pace;

Five kilometers, thoughts of 'giving up' began to appear;

After running one lap, his complexion had probably already turned pale;

Seven kilometers, how exactly did he do it? After running twenty kilometers, his body was still full of strength, able to nimbly run back?

Wasn't running just spreading one's legs? Besides controlling speed and breathing, were there other factors?

Eight kilometers, ringing in the ears;

Nine kilometers, losing a certain perception of the world;

Ten kilometers, where was this?

On the ginkgo avenue of Jingu Gaien, Qingshan Li started walking, and finally slowly stopped.

Standing on the track for a full three minutes, he finally recovered, walked to the side, and sat down on the curb.

His left hand grabbed his right wrist, head bowed, gasping for air.

"Truly..." he smiled wryly, "neither impressive nor strong."

Impressive referred to physical fitness; strong referred to willpower.

Qingshan Li could accept poor physical fitness, but could not accept not being strong.

Before his mood sank, he told himself, it's okay, whether impressive or strong, both could be trained.

After all, wasn't it better not to be?

Proving he was not naturally impressive and strong, but became impressive and strong through effort.

"That's right, Qingshan, having this mindset proves you already have the potential of a strong one!" he muttered to himself.

Qingshan Li propped himself up on his knees and stood up.

After taking a deep breath: "Continue!"

The next five kilometers, strive to finish in 35 minutes!

Qingshan Li set off.

"Huff, huff!" He started gasping after just fifty meters.

Speed didn't matter, time didn't matter, what mattered was persisting to run to the end.

"Need an ambulance?"

". No need," Qingshan Li wanted to swallow saliva, but his mouth was as dry as gauze dried in the sun, ". thank you."

"It's a pity you're so impressive at fighting."

Fighting?

Qingshan Li slightly regained his senses and turned to look.

Amidst the Tokyo lights as brilliant as fireworks, an elegant and beautiful girl ran lightly and freely, her black hair tied in a ponytail flying behind her.

Qingshan Li withdrew his gaze and continued running forward.

Cannot lose to her!

One minute later, just keep up with her!

Two minutes, don't compare with others, what a person should overcome is oneself!

Three minutes... finish five kilometers, Qingshan, you are a strong one!

36 minutes later, Qingshan Li's posture was enough to make vultures fix their eyes on him, ready to feast at any time.

Mikami Ai wore sportswear, her figure neat and youthful, arms crossed, standing ahead waiting for him with a smile.

"For your first run, being able to run five kilometers in one breath is already not bad." She said with a smile, "Many students walk and run alternately, taking a whole day to run twenty kilometers."

"Hah—, hah—" Qingshan Li was hanging by a thread.

(Chapter End)