[Good Grief. Why am I here?]
"Saiki. Aren't you excited? We are participating in a marathon in honour of the deceased celebrity **************." Hairo said.
[Don't mind the stars. We just have to censor the name since we don't want to get sued. Just like how an actor that belongs to one particular religion did to a comedy network.]
"And we three are chosen as representatives." He continued.
[Good grief. Why does this person have so much energy?]
{To participate in this race I even reduced some of my workout routines for a day.}
[That's suprising. I am not expecting that from Hairo.]
{I even reduced my push-ups from 111111 to 111111110. I reduced my sit-ups from 111111 to 111111110. The same with my bench press, jumping jacks, and deadlifts. And I even reduced my 2 hours plank to 20 hours.}
[Are you an idiot? What am I saying? Of course, he is. He doesn't even know the meaning of reduce.]
[Hairo. Just because the last number turns from 1 to 0 does not mean it's less. And how did you even do all of that in a day?]
"Good thing you are available to represent the Pk high today. If you were not available we would have been in a pickle since all the track and field players are injured," he said while patting me on my shoulder.
[I knew that I should wipe his memories about me coming third in the track and field competition.]
[And did you just say three people? Other than me who did you call?]
"Hey. Partner. Let's win this." Nendou said as he appeared behind me.
[Ah. I should have seen this coming.]
"Now. Let's win." Hairo yelled put.
"Ohh."
[It can't be helped.]
Saiki thought. He knew Hairo would annoy him if he just decided to give up at this point.
[Yare.Yare.]
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They came in last. Hairo collapsed from overwork and Nedou got ditched by Saiki.
Saiki then went back home to enjoy a dango that he bought on his way home.