No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 1917: Hayes Edwards Extra (74)
"Alright, just cheer me on in your heart."
Grace Winter added, "But if I cheer you on in my heart, you won’t be able to hear it."
The group on the other side had already finished their race and left. The teacher was blowing the whistle, calling them over.
Hayes Edwards stood up, shoved the water bottle into Grace Winter’s hands, and said, "I can hear it."
The starting line for the fifty-meter race was at the other end. There were eight people in each group, and Hayes Edwards was the fifth runner. He was tall and easily noticeable, with people calling out his name.
At the sports event, there were students specifically tasked with taking photos, one person per class, supposedly to capture their own class’s moments. However, almost every camera ended up with photos of Hayes Edwards.
The reason? Simply because Hayes Edwards was too eye-catching.
Whether it was that face or that rebellious aura he exuded.
Even with his youthful greenness, he was still vibrant and full of energy.
The starting gun sounded, and with a circular puff of smoke wafting into the sky, the runners on the track began their sprint.
The fifty meters were covered in less than ten seconds.
Hayes Edwards was the first to cross the finish line. There was no need for an official confirmation; he was undoubtedly the winner.
The sidelines erupted with cheers from the crowd.
Hayes Edwards was truly popular.
So popular that people were still talking about him two years after he graduated from Dawn Light High School.
After the autumn sports meet, there was a short holiday.
The class group chat was buzzing with excitement. Helena, responsible for taking photos and documenting the event, uploaded the pictures, and everyone was discussing them.
A little while later, Helena privately nudged Grace Winter and uploaded the photos she had specifically taken for her.
Hayes Edwards was in them too. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
He must have noticed Helena taking the pictures, so his expression was a bit grumpy in the photos. Nevertheless, it did nothing to diminish his good looks.
Grace Winter remembered the last time she had taken a photo with Hayes Edwards was when they went to the beach.
She had kept all those photos together in an album, and she would add the sports meet photos to it as well.
The once innocent child was slowly yet rapidly growing up, day by day, year by year, until ultimately undergoing a complete transformation, with no trace of the past self to be seen.
Towards the end of the year, the third-year students getting ready for their high school entrance exams began the "voluntary evening study" program.
Chubby Fatty, daring as ever, went straight to the office with the notice in hand to ask the class teacher if he could opt out. He came out a few minutes later.
Joy Hoffman quickly ran over to ask what had happened.
If Chubby Fatty succeeded, Joy planned to tell the teacher he wouldn’t attend either.
Chubby Fatty sighed and shook his head, "I said I didn’t want to join and wanted to let other students take this valuable opportunity. The teacher immediately called my mom."
Joy Hoffman: "..."
Forget it, forget it; he decided not to go either.
Joy then shared this news with Hayes Edwards.
Hayes Edwards, who was writing a note on a "Evening Study Feedback Survey" explaining his refusal to participate, paused his pen, crumpled the paper into a ball, and tossed it in the drawer.
On the first day of evening study, everyone found it quite novel.
But after a few days, boredom and sleepiness set in, and some began looking for ways to amuse themselves during the dull evening classes.
Self-made aeroplane chess, playing cards, and Go were scattered all around. After half a month, only the front three rows of students were still diligently studying.
The back rows had become a game zone.
The floor was littered with sunflower seed shells.
Recently, Mother Edwards and Father Edwards began worrying about Hayes Edwards’ academic performance too.
Hayes Edwards’ grades had never been particularly good.
