BXBX NOVEL Chapter 101 - The Probability of Winning
Chapter 101: The Probability of Winning
“Well, that’s awkward.”
Zhang Zhou Wei smiled bashfully as he folded the forms into an airplane. Just as he was about to throw it, the menacing glare from Wang Ya Nan came. He immediately unfolded it, but during the process, on purpose or not, the paper tore apart.
“Uhm. I didn’t do it on purpose.” Zhang Zhou Wei looked innocent.
“It’s okay.”
Wang Ya Nan was overly composed as she smiled and handed him another form. “We’ve got plenty of forms to go around.”
With this, Zhang Zhou Wei did not dare to try anymore shenanigans.
After a while, Wang Ya Nan handed out the registration forms like military tasks. Any guy who looked slightly strong had a form in their hands. Two other girls aside from Jiao Yan Ran also accepted forms. It had far exceeded five.
“I’ll make a group. Please try to fill out the forms and hand it to me before the evening.” In a moment, Wang Ya Nan had made a group. She had also taken a form. “There are eight of us in total, so it shouldn’t be too difficult to register for ten sports. Everyone must participate in at least one, while the other two should do what they can. Of course, the more the better. Everyone should try their best and focus on participation, regardless of the results.”
“After joining the group, anyone who needs to organize a group to a last-minute practice can send a message.” Wang Ya Nan took Jiao Yan Ran’s hand. “From now on, Dot will be our temporary coach.”
Jiao Yan Ran smiled shyly and nodded.
An ex provincial athlete should have no problem training this bunch of rookies.
Only this bunch was not very invested in the training, as they only wanted to participate and get it over with without any desire for good results. They didn’t even have the intention to make a last-minute effort.
What could Wang Ya Nan do, but force Zhang Zhou Wei to practice. “Go run with Meng Fan in the afternoon!”
“I… Okay!”
Zhang Zhou Wei couldn’t rebel. Initially, he wanted to ‘sell’ the form he had. For example, he wanted to ‘sell’ it to Chen Da Qiang. But now the prospect was bleak.
Zhang Zhou Wei bitterly followed Meng Fan to eat. “What are you going to sign up for?”
“I’ll see.”
The form had all the activities for the sports meet.
The sports meet consisted mostly of track and field events. After the track meet events were over, there would be an exhibitional basketball match alongside ping-pong, badminton, etc with each department as their respective teams.
Track and field usually incorporate all the track races, field events, and all-around competitions. However, the Hua Xia art academy had no all-around entries.
Track and field races were easily distinguishable. Anything that required height and distance was classified as field races, mainly jumping and throwing. Anything that was based on time was considered field events, such as running and walking. It was just that HuaXia Academy had no walking competition.
The HuaXia sports meet’s track events were separated into 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, 800 meters, 1500 meters, 3,000 meters, 5,000 meters, and 4*100 meters, as well as, 110 meters hurdles (male), 100 meters hurdles (female). The track events included long jump, triple jump, high jump, shot put, and javelin.
There was not much to say for the track events; there wasn’t even a 10,000 category. As for the field events, there were no pole vault, hammer throw, or discus throw categories either.
Meng Fan almost jumped out of his skin when he went to the track after he finished his class. There were way more people than usual. Nobody from his class did a last-minute practice, but there were hardworking people from other departments.
People were jumping hurdles, throwing shot puts, discuses, javelins, and other activities one didn’t normally see. Right now, the majority seemed to be practicing discus throws and javelin, circling the middle of the field.
On the track, people were sprinting and practicing one after the other in different directions. With so many people running in reverse, how could anyone run!
Meng Fan gave up. It was best to run along the road.
“Meng Fan.”
As he was about to leave, someone called his name. He looked over to see Jiao Yan Ran and Wang Ya Nan.
“Zhou Wei isn’t with you?” Seeing Meng Fan by himself, Wang Ya Nan’s face darkened. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and called him, screaming several words before hanging up. In a moment, her expression changed into a smile as she faced Meng Fan. “You’re so hardworking.”
‘Hardworking? This is all a day’s work.’
Jiao Xiao Ran, who usually didn’t talk much, took the initiative to ask Meng Fan. “What category did you sign up for?”
Meng Fan shook his head and responded honestly, “I haven’t decided yet.”
His strongest category would have been the 10,000-meter run, but it wasn’t an option!
However, he could still try some other categories, like the 5000-meter run.
The [I am a Champion] task was right in front of him. Although the mission details had outlined championships below provincial levels would be judged based on a situation, so he might not win a championship honor point. Meng Fan still felt he should try it out.
Of course, winning the championship was another issue.
HuaXia academy’s athletic skills were lacking, but there was still over 9000 students enrolled. Even if Meng Fan ran in his best category, the 10,000-meter run, it was still going to be a stretch for him to win the championship.
He couldn’t even outrun Wu Tong, and it was very likely that there was a dude even more badass than Wu Tong.
Thinking of this, Meng Fan turned to Jiao Yan Ran. “Oh right, do you know where I can find the results from last year’s sports meet?”
“I have them, hang on. I’ll send it to you.”
Jiao Yan Ran took out her phone and sent him a few photos. Aside from last year’s competition results, there were other school records as well.
The school record for the 5000-meter run was very good, 16 minutes and 5 seconds, the level of a second rate national athlete, but the previous championship results were far worse. 22 minutes and 10 seconds!”
Truthfully, Meng Fan didn’t know if he could even beat that time. He had never tested his results for a 5000-meter run.
Presently, if he could finish ten kilometers in 60 minutes, five kilometers should take about 30 minutes. If he pushed it, 25 minutes shouldn’t be too hard.
Specifically…
Meng Fan opened the virtual interface from his black magic running shoes. He let the shoes carry out a simulation run for a 5 kilometer track based on his current physical state. Based on numbers distributed according to the scientific distribution of physical strength, the simulated result was 23 minutes and 03 seconds, about 1 minute away from the previous champion.
If he included the sports drink and energy chews, there was a 95% chance he could win it.
This reassured Meng Fan. He could win the championship if all went smoothly.
Since he simulated the 5-kilometer run, Meng Fan let the black magic interface carry out a simulation and analysis of all the previous results to see how many championships he could win in the categories he picked.
结果很快出来,100米夺冠概率为1%…800米是19%,1500米是21%,3000米是52%…跳远是1.1%,三级跳是1.2%,跳高是0.1%——这就有点伤人了啊!
The results came out instantaneously. The probability of winning the 100-meter run was 1%… 19% for the 800 meters, 21% for 1500 meters, 52% for 3000 meters…. 1.1% for the long jump, 1.2% for the triple jump, 1.2% for the high jump.
‘Why are these results so hurtful!’
Continuing down, his eyes lit up.
The probability of winning the shot put was 98.2%!
95.1% for javelin throw!
He had never tried either of these sports, but the probability was almost a direct championship!
Strength?
“Could this have to do with my strength? ”
Thinking about it, he was pretty strong, to begin with. After receiving +4 strength from the [Travelling Deity] task, his strength had improved substantially, even more than his speed and endurance. Among adults, it could be considered top-notch.
He had to sign up for these two categories now!
But he had also seen that the premise of this probability was that he had to learn the basic throwing actions of the shot put and javelin.
The black magic shoes wouldn’t interfere with his own throwing action, like forcibly correcting his throwing posture. If he wanted to learn, he had to find some videos…
“Dot.”
A video wouldn’t be nearly as useful as finding a live person to coach him, Meng Fan thought. He asked Jiao Yan Ran. “Uhm, do you know how to do a shot put and javelin?”
“You want to sign up for these two categories?” Jiao Yan Ran was sure Meng Fan would have registered for the 5000-meter run and the 3000 meter one at most. “If you have good explosive power, both of these suits you quite well. I know the basic movements and techniques for shot put and javelin, but… I’ve never taught anyone before.”
“It’s okay, just show me what you know. I just want to try it out and see if it’s suitable.”