503 Competition

"Qin Guan, you are a talented Columbia student. Welcome to Harvard and the academic exchange program. Of course, during the exchange, we should combine hard effort with fun. Shall we have a sports activity to relax after a hard-working day? Do you guys want to admire Qin Guan's abilities on the court?"

The guy was very charismatic. Both the Harvard students and some Columbia students looked excited over his suggestion.

"Of course!"

"Qin Guan, I support you!"

I’m doomed. Qin Guan looked around, only to see a group of thin short guys, stocky Xu Xiaoxiao and smart Lan Jin.

Putting on a warm smile, he raised a question.

"Columbia students are no professional athletes. Won’t the competition be unfair for us?"

The guy winked at him. "It’s no big deal. We just want to compete against you. Am I right, my friends?"

"Besides, you can choose any sport you like. We have all kinds of equipment and facilities here."

"Yes, Qin Guan! Anything you like! We support you!"

Qin Guan was enlightened.

"Anything I like?"

"Sure!"

"Okay, I choose ping pong."

The strong men froze at once, while the Chinese students burst into laughter.

"Chinese ping pong players are the best ping pong players..."

"Who can play ping pong? I don’t even know the rules!"

After a short discussion, they rejected his proposal. "No can do. No one could beat you at that. Plus, we prefer outdoor sports! Everyone enjoys those!"

It seemed like they wouldn’t give up until Qin Guan made a fool of himself. Okay. There’s a key for each lock. Who cares!

Qin Guan nodded at them. Then the crowd followed him and the athletes to the court.

The students hanging out there were shocked by the big crowd. When they were informed about the situation though, they volunteered to help.

Actually, they were interested in the competition. The only Columbia athlete did not seem like a very good player. With such a good chance of beating their opponent, anyone would be happy to participate.

Qin Guan went to the locker room with his sportswear. As he changed, he analysed the advantages of both sides.

The power-oriented sports, which included shot put, discus, javelin and hammer throw, could be dealt with.

Dash races were a lost cause though. There were several black men on the other side.

There were only a few choices left: the high jump, the long jump and the pole vault.

Qin Guan went out of the locker room and told Cong Nianwei his idea. Cong Nianwei burst into laughter.

"Do you believe in me?"

"Sure! You are my girlfriend!"

"Long jump. Trust me!"

"Why?"

"Idiot! Your fans don't care about the result of the competition. They are just intrigued by your glamor. If you run and crawl back like a dog, they will leave without looking back. Don't pay attention to the others. Just try to look as handsome as possible. Understand?"

Qin Guan raised an eyebrow. It’s that simple?

He had unconsciously gotten used to victory. I’ll just try my best.

He hugged her around the shoulders and handed her his clothes. "Watch me and cheer for me!" Then he strode out. Before leaving, he waved back at her.

Holding his clothes in her arms, Cong Nianwei smiled. "Idiot! You don’t need to show off with me!"

It was a hot summer afternoon. The temperature rose even more. Qin Guan was wearing a black tank and a pair of shorts that complimented his perfect figure.

His muscles looked smooth and graceful. He looked like the favorite of the gods, like a pearl shining among plain rocks.

Screams rose from the crowd. Qin Guan turned around and waved at his fans, which made the screams get louder.

"Bro, we outsmarted ourselves."

"If we beat him, they will vent their anger on us!"

The sports club leader was biting on his nails fretfully. "Who cares? It’s not our fault if he’s inferior to us!"

"Let’s beat him! Give him a lesson! We’ll reveal his true colors to his fans."

Making a decision, they walked over to Qin Guan. "Which sport do you choose?"

The handsome guy nodded at them. "The triple jump."