How Devastating is a Breakup? Enough to Shatter the School’s Athletic Record in One Go!

Zhang Yuanshan walked along the small paths of the school campus.

The crushing weight of heartbreak was too much for his young and fragile heart to bear.

Unknowingly, he had wandered to the sports field, where the thunderous cheers of the crowd snapped him back to reality.

That's right—the school's Autumn Sports Festival was happening today.

And, unfortunately, he had been forcibly signed up for the 1,500-meter race.

There was no helping it—Class 12 had more girls than boys, and their athletic ability was pathetically weak.

To make matters worse, their competitive and unmarried homeroom teacher had "strongly encouraged" all students to enthusiastically participate.

If he refused to run…

Just imagining their homeroom teacher's furious expression made Zhang Yuanshan shudder.

Even though he really didn't want to show his face in public, he was a good student.

So, obediently, he showed up at the sports field.

When he arrived—still holding the pink scarf—his classmates immediately turned to look at him, curiosity flickering in their eyes.

A few of Jiang Xiaoyan's close friends even giggled behind their hands, casting mocking glances his way.

Clearly, his breakup had already spread like wildfire throughout the class.

Even students from other classes had heard about it. Some of the boys even sneered at him with ridicule.

But Zhang Yuanshan, shattered as he was, barely noticed.

His gaze landed on Jiang Xiaoyan, who was flirting with a group of boys, acting as if he didn't even exist.

An indescribable bitterness welled up in his heart, making him feel utterly miserable.

Furious, he wrapped the pink scarf around his own neck, which instantly caused a wave of gasps from his classmates.

Then, the merciless laughter erupted.

Even students from other classes turned to watch, pointing and snickering.

The 1,500-meter race was about to begin, and Zhang Yuanshan stood on the starting line—his pink scarf an eye-catching spectacle.

Suddenly, a tall, muscular figure appeared beside him.

Zhang Yuanshan recognized him immediately—it was Ruan Mao, the track-and-field star from the neighboring class.

Ruan Mao was also one of Jiang Xiaoyan's many simps and had always viewed Zhang Yuanshan as a rival.

Upon hearing that Zhang Yuanshan had been dumped and humiliated, Ruan Mao couldn't have been happier.

As soon as he stepped onto the track, he waved to the girls in the stands.

"Go, Brother Mao!"

"Brother Mao, you're the best!"

A group of girls screamed in excitement—even Jiang Xiaoyan joined in.

Ruan Mao smirked and shot Zhang Yuanshan a mocking glance before sneering,

"Yo, Zhang Yuanshan, heard you got dumped?"

"Tsk tsk, what a pity. That Jiang Xiaoyan from your class is seriously hot. Just looking at that body, you can tell she'd be a wild ride in bed."

"Too bad you'll only get to watch while someone else plays with her. And who knows? Maybe that someone is me. If you want, I can even record a video for you—HAHAHA!"

Ruan Mao had already boasted that he would win the gold medal and dedicate it to Jiang Xiaoyan.

And honestly?

He had every reason to be confident.

His two strongest competitors?

One had sprained his ankle playing basketball.

The other had eaten too much hot pot and was still stuck in the bathroom with diarrhea.

With them out of the race, victory was guaranteed.

But Zhang Yuanshan—numb from heartbreak—ignored him completely.

His face was blank, his eyes staring straight ahead without emotion.

The race starter was a tall, burly PE teacher, who stared at the competitors in disbelief.

Among all the students wearing light sportswear, there was one idiot who hadn't even taken off his jacket and was still wearing a giant pink scarf.

Was this kid serious?!

Sure, the autumn air was a bit chilly…

But who the hell wears a huge scarf to a track-and-field event?!

Too lazy to deal with it, the PE teacher shrugged and fired the starting gun.

BANG!

The race began.

Ruan Mao expected to take the lead immediately—but to his shock, someone surged ahead of him.

It was Zhang Yuanshan.

Ruan Mao scoffed inwardly.

"Ha! You little weakling, sprinting at the start? Let's see how long you last!"

The spectators watching from the stands burst into laughter.

"Is this guy an idiot?"

"Who the hell sprints at the start of a long-distance race?!"

Jiang Xiaoyan's friends giggled, nudging her playfully.

"Xiaoyan, look! Zhang Yuanshan must be traumatized from the breakup! He's completely lost it!"

Jiang Xiaoyan rolled her eyes.

"Ignore him. Let's keep cheering for Ruan Mao."

The cheers for Ruan Mao grew louder.

Determined not to disappoint his "fan club," he decided it was time to overtake Zhang Yuanshan.

He pushed forward, accelerating with all his might.

But…

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up.

Even worse—the gap was widening.

In long-distance running, mental endurance was just as important as physical stamina.

If you were 10 meters behind, you could still believe you had a chance.

But if the gap stretched to 50 meters?

That was demoralizing.

After two full laps—800 meters in—Ruan Mao, still in second place, was now nearly 100 meters behind Zhang Yuanshan.

His legs weakened, despair setting in.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuanshan was still sprinting like a madman, showing no sign of slowing down.

He was so far ahead that his pink scarf billowed in the wind—making him look ridiculously badass.

Rage had overpowered exhaustion.

With his head down, he charged forward, using the race as an outlet for his endless fury!

Not just Ruan Mao—the entire audience was stunned.

Because the gap was still growing.

There was no doubt about it—the winner had already been decided.

"Wait… isn't that the guy who just got dumped?"

"I heard he wasn't just dumped—he got cheated on too!"

The murmurs spread through the crowd.

And in the middle of it all—Zhang Yuanshan crossed the finish line.

The PE teacher, who had fired the starting gun, trembled as he pressed the stopwatch.

4 minutes and 40 seconds!

He had just shattered the school's 15-year-old record for the 1,500-meter race—beating the previous time of 4 minutes and 42 seconds.

And the record holder from 15 years ago?

It was the same PE teacher who had fired the starting gun.

The announcer, voice shaking with excitement, grabbed the microphone.

"4 minutes and 40 seconds, everyone! 4 minutes and 40 seconds!"

"This scarf-wearing student has become the biggest highlight of this year's Jianghai High School Sports Festival!"

Amid the uproar, Zhang Yuanshan finally stopped running.

And then—he collapsed onto the track.

Unbeknownst to himself, he had an undiagnosed heart condition.

The extreme exhaustion was too much.

His breath caught—his vision darkened—

And just like that… he died.

At that very moment, an evil soul from another world crossed over into his body.

But the surrounding students and teachers were too busy cheering to notice anything unusual.

By the time they realized something was wrong, Zhang Yuanshan had already stood up—his memories fusing with a foreign consciousness.