The opening ceremony of the sports meet concluded spectacurly.

  After the lively and dynamic performance by Css 1-3 of the first year, few other csses could match their level of energy and creativity.

  Even though other csses had their own unique costumes and eccentricities, none of them had a team leader as charismatic as Xanthia La Papadopoulos, who could stir the entire audience into a frenzy.

  With that alone, Css 1-3 had already won!

  They were undoubtedly the most eye-catching css among all the participants.

  In contrast to the vibrant energy of the first-year students, the second-year csses were generally more subdued and conservative, mostly pying the role of spectators.

  However, they had to admit that this batch of first-year students, especially Css 1-3, was quite impressive!

  Even setting aside the lead of the css in her maid outfit, the array of talent within Css 1-3 was akin to an idol star-studded team.

  Their slogans were especially entertaining and retable, creating the biggest ugh of the event, and their leader, looking ethereal as a fairy, was the highlight of the entire show.

  Many years from now, the members of Css 1-3 would likely still remember this day of unrestrained fun, their youth so vivid and colorful.

  After the opening ceremony, students in unusual costumes who would participate in upcoming events generally returned to their dorms to change into suitable sportswear.

  Some athletes even donned more professional training outfits and spikes. Although the school sports meet was not an official competition, there were still awards to be won. Gold, silver, and bronze medals could earn significant points for their csses, and the top-ranked csses would receive certificates and honorary diplomas personally awarded by the principal during the closing ceremony.

  So, even though the gold, silver, and bronze medals might be mere tokens, the opportunity to win gold could not be missed, as it was a chance to bring collective honor to the css.

  Xanthia did not need to change clothes; she simply had to remove her wig, leaving her maid headband as a hairband.

  Her 3000-meter long-distance run was scheduled for the next day, pcing it among the final events.

  Today, her role was to cheer for her teammates at the css's viewing point or, alternatively, to go to the temporary broadcasting station on the observation deck and read the cheer messages written by her cssmates as a special broadcaster.

  Css 1-3's team spirit was commendable. Under the leadership of css monitor Ryan, everyone who wasn’t participating in events had to write a few cheer messages. Even if they copied them from the internet and made slight modifications, the focus was on quantity over quality.

  This reflected Ryan's influence since his deputy, Lilim, was less popur, and no one would listen to her if she were in charge.

  Additionally, to encourage students not participating in the events to engage in the atmosphere, the school had introduced a special group award for the css with the most cheer messages.

  Some csses, aware of their ck of athletic prowess, focused on this aspect to accumute points.

  For example, the experimental css 1-2, although strong academically and able to compete with Css 1-1, had a ck of sports talent.

  Css 1-1, despite having few sports experts, had Dionysius, known as the best student of the school, who was quite strong in sports due to his size and strength, capable of outmatching Marcus in a one-on-one.

  Besides Dionysius, Css 1-1 also had several high-achieving girls who were excellent in both academics and physical fitness. Winning medals in multiple events could significantly boost their css’s total points and mildly defend the honor of the experimental css.

  Css 1-3, being a semi-experimental css, couldn’t match the top experimental csses in terms of academic results, but sports meets were all about athletic ability, not academics.

  This was a prime opportunity for the lower-performing students led by Marcus El Postachio in Css 3. Even Emmanuel, who usually had a frosty demeanor towards them, had to be more amiable in the past few days.

  For the homeroom teacher, css honors were always welcome, as they could contribute to performance evaluations.

  This sports meet also featured some fun individual events like stilt running, five-legged race, and one-legged chicken fighting.

  These fun events provided a chance for csses with less overall athletic ability to earn some points and avoid a poor total score.

  For the audience, these quirky events were highly entertaining, adding extra enjoyment to the meet.

  At this moment, Principal Hercuno announced that the formation could disband, and there would be ample preparation time before the referees and athletes took their positions to begin the competitions.

  Many students from Css 1-3 who needed to compete went straight to their dorms to change into suitable sportswear.

  Xanthia also pnned to return the css banner to the designated sports room.

  On her way, she ran into Dionysius, who was also returning his css banner, accompanied by his friend Santos El Zanthos.

  “Xanthia, your outfit today is indeed unique!” Dionysius smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

  Xanthia smiled in return, “Yours is great too. Css 1’s presentation was quite impressive. How did you manage to get such coordinated costumes?”

  “It doesn’t matter how impressive we look; compared to you, the dazzling leader of Css 3, our Css 1 seems like mere decoration,” Dionysius complimented.

  Santos, standing next to him, frowned slightly, clearly displeased with the idea of being mere decoration. He thought their css was the one on the right track, while Css 3 relied on gimmicks.

  “By the way, getting the coordinated outfits wasn’t my achievement but rather that of my good friend here. Let me introduce him—this is Santos. His familia is quite influential in the light industry, including the apparel sector.”

  Dionysius wasn’t seeking undue credit; in fact, he was the one who could mobilize Santos.

  Hearing his friend’s words, Santos’s displeasure vanished, but he remained aloof in front of Xanthia, as if unaffected by her beauty.

  Xanthia, activating her social charm, gracefully said, “Hello, Santos. I’m Xanthia. Nice to meet you.”

  Santos remained distant, but inwardly, he was pleased. It was his first time meeting Dionysius’s “sister,” and her first impression was quite good—clearly, she was acknowledging his attractiveness and charm!

  Santos, with his self-absorbed attitude, felt a strange sense of pride, even though this was just a polite greeting.

  And then… there was nothing more.

  Dionysius enthusiastically took a photo with his sister in the maid outfit, with Santos handling the camera.

  “Would you like to take a photo with Xanthia?” After taking a group picture, Dionysius casually asked.

  “Of course not. She’s not as good-looking as I am. If we took a photo together, she’d just be a background figure,” Santos said with an air of arrogance.

  He kept his voice low so Xanthia wouldn’t hear, as he was still mindful of his image in front of her and didn't show off as much in front of Dionysius.

  “A guy comparing himself to a girl in terms of looks? That’s something,” Dionysius replied with a sarcastic tone.

  As a pretty boy, Santos did have a somewhat feminine appearance. If he grew his hair long and dressed in women’s clothes, he could indeed be called a “cross-dresser.”

  “We live in an era of gender equality. Why can’t men compare their looks with women?” Santos retorted with righteous indignation.

  Dionysius was left speechless.

  Dionysius, engrossed in taking joyful photos with his sister, had forgotten to ask her which events she would be participating in.

  He mentally cursed Marcus for being so unreliable and leaving Css 3 shrouded in uncertainty.

  After their brief interaction, Xanthia parted ways with them to head back to her cssroom and remove her wig.

  Returning to her seat, Xanthia was about to take off her wig when Elena La Loannou, who had just come back to the cssroom, said, “Xanthia, don’t be in such a hurry to take off your wig. Let me film a short video of you and edit it. It’s not often we get to see you in this outfit; it’d be a shame not to capture it.”

  Since Elena’s familia had fallen on hard times, she had been thinking of ways to support herself. Besides her hobbies of pying games and raising dogs, she had started leveraging her beauty, as the internet era had made internet celebrities prevalent.

  In this world, when interviewing elementary school students about their future dreams, you won’t hear answers like “scientist” or “schor.” Instead, they want to be internet celebrities, stars, or wealthy tycoons—everything aligned with money.

  Elena had been making short videos on Instameter for a while, but she didn’t have many followers. As an independent content creator without any agency backing, her chances of becoming a popur internet celebrity were slim.

  Her looks might surpass some stars, but with the advanced beauty filters and makeup techniques, those stars don’t need to be exceptionally attractive. They gain popurity through gimmicks and exposure.

  Elena, however, was quite concerned about her image and wasn’t very daring, unlike others showing their "souls" in the public eye. She didn’t even feel comfortable posting selfies or short videos, which reduced her competitiveness in this field.

  Nevertheless, Elena had picked up some skills along the way, learning how to find angles and poses to make her videos look more appealing and charming.

  Xanthia, always open to trying new things and having fun, agreed to Elena’s request. She decided to keep the wig on and join her in filming videos.

  Xanthia had a Instameter and MeTube account for browsing images and videos but had never posted any. If Elena’s video turned out well and the editing was good, she didn’t mind sharing it on her personal ptform, just for fun.

  During filming, Elena realized that Xanthia was exceptionally photogenic and seemed to have a natural talent for the camera.

  In front of the lens, Xanthia was completely at ease, going all out and showing a fir for the dramatic.

  “Xanthia, I think you’ve got such great camera presence that you could easily become an actress. Even if acting doesn’t work out, you’d definitely make it as a girl group idol,” Elena marveled.

  Xanthia thought to herself that her Level 1 acting attribute were coming into py. Although it was just the basics, once you’re in the groove, finding the right angle and presenting your best side in front of the camera becomes second nature.

  “As for acting, my skills are still cking, but as a girl group idol, I’m quite confident,” Xanthia responded confidently, thanks to her Level 2 singing and dancing attributes!

  While not at a professional level, her skills were more than sufficient. However, becoming a girl group idol came with risks, such as attracting the attention of wealthy individuals and trolls who might sabotage her career.

  Online jokes often highlighted the three main beauty standards: girl groups chosen by wealthy, unattractive tycoons wanting harems, the well-groomed models of Kpop, and actresses backed by oil companies.

  “You’re really good at singing. I love listening to your live performances after css. But are you also great at dancing?” Elena asked, curious.

  “Pretty good, I mostly learned from a dance machine.”

  “Uh… you must be joking.”

  Elena ughed again, finding Xanthia’s deadpan humor amusing. A dance machine was just a stepping-stone game; it was hard to believe it could teach real dancing.

  Elena herself had studied dance when her familia was well-off, which helped develop her taste. However, she had mostly abandoned it ter on.

  Interest csses in childhood are often about following parental expectations rather than genuine passion. Most kids who can’t endure the hardships eventually give up.

  “I’m not joking. How about you py some music, and I’ll do an impromptu dance? Freestyle!” Xanthia said excitedly.

  She wasn’t sure what kind of impromptu dance she would perform, but she was confident she could dance!

  She loved showcasing her skills. After all, having skills meant nothing if they were only dispyed on a system panel; they needed to be used in practice to bring her joy.

  Elena was indeed intrigued and pyed a favorite girl group song, “NoNoNo,” performed by Hanton. Unlike Lhoraine, who enjoyed Japanese dance, Elena was fond of K-pop.

  Xanthia wasted no time. Hearing the song, she activated her Level 2 dancing attribute. Her mind quickly conjured up dance moves that matched the song, so she didn’t need to improvise; she just followed the choreography of the girl K-pop group.

  Elena, who initially just wanted to see a bit of fun, was completely amazed. Her earlier excitement vanished as her face showed profound shock!

  Inside, Elena was screaming—she thought Xanthia was just a lively person with big talk, but she turned out to be a true performer!

  Her Level 2 dancing, though not comparable to professional dancers, reached the pinnacle of amateur talent!

  Such a level of performance at a school event would make anyone a star, and there was no doubt about it!

  Elena, who loved K-pop dance, knew that Xanthia’s dance performance, which was perfectly synced with the original choreography, meant her dance skills were genuinely impressive, not just talk!

  She was both shocked and excited, continuing to film. Xanthia had exceeded her expectations, proving to be a true gem of a beauty and talent!

  Elena didn’t make Xanthia dance for long; after all, it was just for a short video, and they had more than enough material. She had witnessed Xanthia’s dancing firsthand and was thoroughly impressed!

  “Xanthia! You’ve really been hiding your skills. Did you happen to practice this dance privately? You’re so smooth!” Elena excimed.

  “It’s nothing much. I’ve probably danced to this on the dance machine before. It’s just muscle memory—no need to make a fuss,” Xanthia replied with an air of casual indifference.

  Inside, Xanthia’s joy was growing, but she maintained an outwardly calm demeanor.

  Elena gave her a thumbs up. “Amazing! You’re so modest, it’s almost excessive. Watch out or you might get a beating!”

  That would be impossible. I have the "Malicious Notebook" to detect ill intentions in advance. Even if I show off excessively, I won’t be afraid of being beaten; rather, it only brings me more joy, Xanthia thought to herself.

  After finishing the short video with Elena, Xanthia finally removed her wig and, still comfortably dressed in the system’s maid outfit, prepared to join the rest of the group at the Css 3 viewing area on the field to cheer for the athletes.

  Just as everyone was getting ready, no one expected Hera, dressed in an eborate gown, to suddenly walk up to the podium. Angrily, she decred, “Everyone, hold on! Our css has a underwear thief! My underwear, which I’d changed out of, has been stolen by some lowly tard! If you’ve got any decency, come forward and admit it. I can forgive you if you do. Remember, my underwear is from a top luxury brand, worth over a thousand romanis. Stealing it could lead to criminal charges!”

  Hera’s extravagant gown made it clear that she wasn’t wearing traditional underwear but adhesive pasties instead. Her underwear was stored in a small room at the back of the cssroom.

  When she returned and wanted to change out of the gown, she discovered that her underwear had vanished!

  Most girls, to avoid embarrassment, might stay silent about such a matter, as losing underwear would be too shameful.

  But Hera was no ordinary girl. Known as the "Fart King/Queen," she could boldly state that after numerous public embarrassments, she had grown accustomed to it. As long as her mental fortitude was strong enough, she wouldn’t be bothered by any shame!

  Her furious accusation about the “underwear thief” immediately stirred up chaos in the css—

  “Dude, which guy has such a peculiar taste as to nick someone’s underwear, and of all people, it’s the Fart Queen’s…”

  “Hera’s causing another scene. Does she really think some boy would steal her underwear?”

  “Tsk, I wonder if the Fart King’s ‘original fvor’ underwear is particurly pungent?”

  “Your taste is pretty heavy as well. She’s practically a walking biochemical entity. Remember when her fart scattered all the muscle-bound delinquents in the back rows? Noemi was unconscious and in delirium at the time! And you still dare to specute about her ‘original fvor’ underwear?”

  The commotion in the css grew louder, with everyone taking sides or making light of the situation, while Hera’s frustration was palpable.