Chapter 931: Can You Stop Being So Low? Pretending to Be a Ginseng in the Ground?

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The next day.

Six o'clock in the morning.

The sky was faintly bright.

The orange‑red sunrise rose slowly, sending a ray of warmth to the land.

"One two one, one two one!"

"Everyone start running; whoever finishes last, I'll give them a Big Footboard!"

"Beep—"

Lin Yang held a Whistle in his hand, blew it, and then came to the front of the line to lead.

Behind, the crowd was sprinkling Sweat, their faces full of unwillingness.

"I really don't get it. Gene Modification is already at the Third Tier; why do we still do this Useless work?" Luo Shuangshuang complained.

"Transformation sets your lower bound, training sets your upper bound," Yu Ning explained.

"I get the principle, but how much can this running improve? 1%?"

"Even if it's only 0.1%, it's worth the effort."

"Then why didn't you run before?"

"Boss didn't call me."

Regarding this explanation, Luo Shuangshuang couldn't find a single flaw.

But she truly has no tricks left now.

Clearly the Death Game is already exhausting enough; she just wants to rest properly during this Buffer Period stage.

Just eat some snacks, go fishing at the sea, and play mahjong at night.

Even though there are no phones, no TV dramas, and no gossip apps.

But it's pleasant and relaxed.

It's still more comfortable than getting up early to train.

Since Su Yang brought the matter into the open, even if she resisted, she couldn't contradict now.

She hasn't been that stupid yet.

But the Newcomers are each more obedient than the last.

As for the older 'elders'…

They are eager to run more.

Consequently, Luo Shuangshuang fell into melancholy.

"Beep—"

"Shuangshuang, what are you doing? Don't you know you fell behind? Hurry up and catch up!" Lin Yang slowed his pace a bit, came beside her, and urged.

Luo Shuangshuang followed without a word.

Seeing Lin Yang's swagger made her feel annoyed.

She wanted to retort a couple of lines but feared he would become even more aggressive.

Forget it…

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Bright shouts echoed over Xiaodao's sky.

Occasionally interspersed with a few Whistle sounds.

The uniform, orderly squad became Xiaodao's only vibrant scenery.

It brought a touch of liveliness to the prison‑like stagnant cell.

However, when passing the Villa District, Yin Yun had something to say.

She, with sleepy eyes, yawned and stopped the energetic Su Yang, "What are you all doing early in the morning?"

Su Yang halted and said, "Training the body."

Yin Yun turned her head to check the time, looking distressed, "Brother, it's not even seven yet; are you really that intense?"

She knew about Su Yang and the others' morning training.

Occasionally she could still encounter it.

But today was different from before.

Because Lin Yang not only took the Whistle, but also shouted slogans while everyone ran.

Her already light sleep was repeatedly disturbed.

She had no choice but to step out and talk to Su Yang.

"Sorry, will be more careful next time," Su Yang said, then immediately rejoined the squad.

"Hey, Huang Hua has been waiting for you for a long time, when will you come over?" Yin Yun asked loudly.

"Tell him not to be so impatient, wait a bit!" Su Yang waved his hand without turning his head.

Wait?

Yin Yun was momentarily confused, then caught on.

She yawned again and closed the big door.

Too sleepy.

Need to go back and sleep again.

It's all Lin Yang's fault.

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After running, they move on to learning Combat Technique.

Qin Weiyang is in charge of one group, and Lu Junsheng is in charge of another.

When it comes to techniques, the principle is that practice makes perfect.

The training also aims to engrave the Killer Technique into the brain, turning it into muscle memory.

Of course, without long-term accumulation, it is hard to achieve.

Therefore, Su Yang's plan also emphasizes a rapid completion.

The faster, the better.

After the teams are assigned, the two of them begin the instruction.

Su Yang and Lin Yang practice together nearby, glancing occasionally.

Watching Lu Junsheng demonstrate his fierce, sweeping, expansive fist style, they both involuntarily show a look of envy.

In comparison, Qin Weiyang's is more concise and efficient.

It lacks a certain elegance, but it is practical.

He teaches them to target the soft spots, focusing on On-site Response plus One Move to Defeat Enemy.

Lu Junsheng's, on the other hand, follows the Academy Faction style, with each move strictly regulated and the motions fairly fluid.

It gives the impression of watching a martial arts star.

The same guy who talked about unconventional methods yesterday now displayed a move that moved everyone.

He admits to envy, yet Su Yang still thinks Qin Weiyang's is more solid.

In peaceful times, he would definitely choose Lu Junsheng's set.

But the situation is different now.

Compared to that, Su Yang wants techniques with stronger practicality.

"Hey, look at Wen Ran," Lin Yang suddenly elbowed Su Yang.

Following the voice, they saw Wen Ran wearing a loose short‑sleeve today.

She was drenched in sweat, with a few strands of hair sticking to her face.

Her unadorned, gentle face added a distinct kind of beauty.

Because of the wide range of her posture, there was a certain "undulation."

It formed a stark contrast with Qin Weiyang.

Su Yang glanced sideways, seeing Lin Yang's earnest demeanor, and whispered, "Can you stop being so condescending?"

"What did I do?" Lin Yang pretended to be innocent.

"Can you clear the yellow trash from your mind?" Su Yang said irritably.

"I can only say that an impure heart sees everything as dirty," Lin Yang said earnestly.

"Swear that if there was any evil thought in your mind just now, the lower half…"

?

Lin Yang spread his hands and said, "A glance is instinct, averting gaze is cultivation; am I that lowly in your eyes?"

Su Yang sneered, "Those words are more useful for coaxing ghosts."

Lin Yang raised another question mark above his head and threatened, "If you keep this up, I'll spill the story of Wen Ran sneaking into your bed at midnight."

"You know, I'm never good at keeping my mouth shut; a little provocation makes me leak words easily."

Su Yang's forehead sprouted a few dark lines, his mouth twitched slightly, "Try saying that out loud and see what happens."

Lin Yang looked at him as if he had discovered New Continent, "That's what you said."

"Wei Yang…"

The moment the words left his mouth, Su Yang elbowed Lin Yang, knocking him unconscious.

Qin Weiyang turned back curiously and saw Lin Yang being stuck into the ground like a human ginseng.

"What?"

Su Yang waved his hand, exhaled, and said, "It's fine, I gave him some ideological work; you go on with your business."

Qin Weiyang, puzzled, looked a few more times and saw that Lin Yang showed no sign of struggling.

He thought the two were role‑playing.

So he ignored it and continued teaching.

Seeing this, Su Yang glanced at Lin Yang and, irritated, kicked him.

"You stinky brat…"

…

Time flew, half a month passed.

During this period, life was as plain as water, still consisting of morning training, group fishing at noon, and mahjong at night.

The days were uneventful yet warm and happy.

Everyone's relationships gradually improved, and the newcomer quickly integrated into the new group.

Everything was developing in a good direction.

That day, the group sat around the dining table for lunch when a broadcast suddenly broke the silence.

"Attention all players!"

"Restart Scoreboard, calculate points sequentially based on each player's performance within the team."