Chapter 229

"The teacher is unhappy when I ask for leave, but I am very happy when the teacher asks for leave. Maybe this is what you call 'having a big picture'."

Wednesday, the geography teacher didn't come to class because of something. After a self-study session that he enjoyed, the bell rang, and Bai Bufan said with the posture of an expert.

"Indeed, when the teacher is late, we don't make him stand in the corner either. The difference in class is clear," Lin Li nodded, very approving:

"Who on earth said we are the lost generation? Looking at it this way, we are the most promising generation! Too kind."

Bai Bufan still didn't have Lin Li's thick skin and couldn't continue.

If this generation were all people like him and Lin Li, the revival of the Great Qing would be considered a promising future.

The next period was PE, and the two went to the playground together.

They went to the designated spot to assemble and line up. Just as the preparatory bell rang, Wang Ze came over with the PE teacher.

PE teacher You Jun, after Wang Ze returned to the team, put his hands behind his back and patted his back with the roll book in his hand, then said to everyone:

"Wang Ze has told me. Since you have the sports meet soon, it's quite necessary to give you time in PE class to train. At his suggestion, how about this: I'll only take up the first ten minutes of this class, and you can arrange the rest of the time yourselves."

"Yay!" Everyone cheered and jumped for joy upon hearing this.

"Wang Ze is awesome."

"As expected of a sports student!"

Now PE classes also have indicators, which leads to normal PE classes where having half a period of free time is considered a lot, and sometimes there is none at all.

As the hero, Wang Ze wore a reluctant smile, hiding his merit and fame deep inside.

"Boys run a 1000, girls run an 800, the rest of the time is free activity," You Jun continued.

"Wang Ze is awes... eh?"

The cheers subsided, leaving only a deathly silence.

Three seconds later, Wang Ze could feel the countless resentful gazes behind him.

But he was powerless.

When he came over with You Jun just now, he had miserably asked him: "Old You, if you push this pot onto me, what will my parents do?"

However, facing such an interrogation, You Jun just patted Wang Ze on the shoulder:

"On the road of growth, one always has to lose something. People who are unwilling to give up anything cannot change anything."

"Old You, why not use yours?"

"My parents are still useful."

"Fuck."

Facing a coach and PE teacher who could double his training volume at any time, Wang Ze could only smile and endure it.

The wailing of the crowd could not change You Jun's decision. He said loudly:

"Wang Ze leads the team, jog a lap first to warm up, then boys stop at the starting line, girls stop at the 200-meter line.

Later, the boys run first. After all the boys finish the 200 meters, Wenjing, you give the 'run' command to the girls and give me a gesture. I won't go over; I'll time you here at the finish line."

"Okay," Xie Wenjing nodded.

Started jogging.

"Wang Ze, stop running for a second, I have a question for you," Lin Li asked loudly from behind.

"No 'brother', no," Zhang Haoyang answered for Wang Ze.

"I want to take a shit."

And Bai Bufan beside him was already visibly starting to get nervous.

He would always want to take a shit before a physical test.

This physical test was even more sudden, and Bai Bufan hadn't emptied his ballast in the morning.

"I feel like it's already on the verge of coming out," he said with difficulty.

"Shit, shit," Lin Li heard this and shouted towards Bai Bufan's butt.

Bai Bufan: "?"

"Fuck you, that's not what 'on the verge of coming out' means! If it really comes out, you're fucking done for!"

"Bao's backpack wasn't brought out, I can't give you his glasses case," Lin Li shrugged, indicating he was also powerless.

He couldn't waste a "Shit-Holding Talisman" on him; how was that any different from feeding 50 system currency to a dog?

"Fuck! Why is it so sudden!!" Bai Bufan was still wailing.

Lin Li ignored him and reached out: "Bufan, lend me your watch."

"What are you going to do to my 'watch-son'?" Bai Bufan stopped wailing instantly, very vigilant.

"I'll take a look at the pace per lap later. I plan to run three thousand meters directly," Lin Li explained.

Although according to the three-thousand-meter running method, the result of the first thousand meters would definitely not be as good as running only one thousand, Lin Li didn't care about that. Physical tests are just things you finish; they aren't like the high school entrance exam that counts toward your grade.

Even if he ran a four-and-a-half-minute like before, there would be no penalty.

"Holy shit, are you crazy? Fine, be nice to my 'watch-son'," Bai Bufan gasped, but since Lin Li was doing serious business, he took off his watch and gave it to him.

Anyway, he was going to take it off anyway.

Poor students have many stationery items; people who are bad at sports are more likely to think that having a watch on their hand is a burden, which will make running even more torturous.

"A child who can be taught. I wish you a tailwind throughout your run later."

"I'll take your auspicious words."

Lin Li accelerated to the front of the team and told Wang Ze his idea.

Wang Ze nodded upon hearing this: "That's fine, I don't care. We sports students are defaulted to excellent in physical tests."

"Dirty PY transaction."

"Stretch what needs stretching. Alright, everyone get on the track," both boys and girls were in position, so You Jun signaled the boys at the starting line.

In the past, at this time, Lin Li would always anxiously squeeze into the innermost lane because he always felt that starting there was the best.

But now, the confident Lin Li no longer had such anxiety, so he confidently squeezed into the innermost lane.

Squeezing makes you healthier.

"Run!" You Jun pressed the timer.

The crowd poured out, Wang Ze took the lead, and other boys who were better at sports naturally followed behind.

Lin Li was not in a hurry at all; he followed behind Bai Bufan.

Of course, he only followed for five seconds before feeling that this kid was running too slowly.

"On your left." When passing Bai Bufan, Lin Li turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

Bai Bufan: "?"

Watching Lin Li go further away, Bai Bufan widened his eyes.

This guy is acting like Captain America... is he planning to lap him? Lin Li started "Happy Superman".

Zhang Haoyang, passed! Zhou Baowei, passed! Qin Zeyu, passed!

Wang Yuezhi... this one won't do, "once a son, always a son", "ghost father" is forbidden.

With almost no effort, Lin Li quickly followed behind Wang Ze, becoming the second among the boys.

Body-Forging Eight-Section Art, terrifyingly strong.

"Lin Li, come on~"

When passing the 200-meter lane, in the group of girls waiting on the side, Chen Yu looked at Lin Li's ranking, her eyes showing some surprise, but her words were not stingy with praise.

"Alright, you come on too," Lin Li smiled and waved.

"Holy shit, Lin Li, you're behind me?" Wang Ze heard the sound and turned back, surprised to find that the footsteps behind him had been Lin Li all along?

"Wang Ze, your butt is really heart-moving," Lin Li answered irrelevantly.

Wang Ze raised his middle finger and then accelerated slightly.

Not a single error, not a single mistake, every piece of content is worth a look!

Lin Li followed closely.

At the last two hundred meters of the one thousand meters, Qin Zeyu, Chen Tianming, and other boys who were better at sports had already passed the two of them.

After all, everyone's goals were different, and there were still more than two thousand meters to run; it was impossible for the two of them to sprint at this time.

"Fourth, fifth."

During physical tests, they don't report scores when you finish, but report rankings.

Lin Li looked at his watch himself; the first one thousand meters took three minutes and forty seconds.

Don't even say it, this was already the fastest one thousand meters Lin Li had ever run in his life.

One thousand five hundred meters, five minutes and forty seconds.

The Nansang Grade 10 sports meet record for 1500 meters is 4 minutes 33.09 seconds, not a very high record.

Two thousand meters, seven minutes and thirty seconds.

Three thousand meters, eleven minutes and twenty-eight seconds.

"Holy shit ha—ha—Lin Li ha—you fucking ha—" After running the three thousand meters, Wang Ze took a few steps forward, supporting his knees with his hands, and looked back at Lin Li behind him, unable to catch his breath, "Can you really keep up ha—?"

Even at the end, when Wang Ze started to sprint, he couldn't shake Lin Li off.

"Just need legs," Lin Li, who was also panting, made an OK sign.

This time it really wasn't dead-acting.

In fact, Lin Li's panting now had elements of deliberate exaggeration.

It was the first time Lin Li felt the taste of having no metallic rust in his throat after a long-distance run.

If Lin Li hadn't intended not to surpass Wang Ze from the beginning, he could have completely surpassed him after the 1500-meter mark.

11.28.33, the watch froze at this time.

This speed is not slow; it's less than four minutes per kilometer. If it were the old Lin Li, he couldn't even run a thousand meters in under four minutes.

For college students, a 3000-meter physical test in 12 minutes is a perfect score. In Grade 10, if there are no sports students participating in this event, this result is very likely to take first place, and a first place that pulls away from the second.

As for the sports meet men's 3000-meter record, it is 10 minutes 32.63 seconds, still a big gap.

But that's normal; sloppy warm-up, sloppy attire, Wang Ze definitely didn't really treat this as a competition to run. If he could get close to the school record, that would be the strange thing.

Lin Li was already secretly happy that Nansang was not a sports-heavy school.

And the sports meet records are on the low side, definitely not the upper limit of those sports students; this has to do with the level and importance attached by the athletes running together.

In the track and field records posted by Nansang Middle School, there are also the best records created by students of different grades at city and provincial middle school sports meets. All events are much more exaggerated than the school sports meet, and some even reached the level of first-class athletes in Grade 10. It is estimated that the person themselves would find it hard to replicate, as if they had entered a "zone" state.

The reason why that heavy rain could ruin someone's sports dream is because the environment is really important.

Lin Li was not in a hurry. Not to mention that he hadn't tried his best yet, in the beautiful lady's mission, there was also "strengthen the physical strength of the lower body," right?

The lower body has to cover the other two legs anyway. This kind of direct strength buff should have a significant improvement on his running speed.

The core goal is first place, the secondary goal is to break the record.

"No, Lin Li, how did you train this semester? I'm really curious, teach me, will you?" After Wang Ze's breath smoothed out a little, he asked sincerely, "You Jun really needs to learn from you."

"My 'sutra' (essence) is very energetic. Donating once at the hospital is at least three thousand starting. Can You Jun afford it?" Lin Li asked back.

Wang Ze: "?"

Which "sutra" are you fucking talking about?

"It's the 'sutra' of going to the West to get the scriptures, not the 'sutra' of sucking and licking!"

"Oh, sorry, misunderstood."

"You'd better have misunderstood. Tell me, how did you train?" Wang Ze was really curious.

In one month, Lin Li went from being at the bottom of the sports class to being able to keep up with him in a 3000-meter run?

Although he is not a long-distance specialist, this isn't right, is it?

And why does it feel like this guy's state is better than his own?

Wang Ze was now full of question marks.

"100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, 100 squats every day, then run 10 kilometers, rain or shine, persist for three years, and that's it. Go, go train. This is my greatest treasure, all delivered to you."

Lin Li didn't hide his secrets and told Wang Ze his secret.

"You're also 'One Punch Man', right?" Wang Ze saw through it at a glance and gave a thumbs up: "Normal people training like Saitama, their knees and ankles can still be healthy, that's this."

"Then maybe I'm a naturally born sports student?"

"Alright, then Lin Li, you just participate in these two events. I feel like if you practice a little more, taking first place is very stable. If there are no masters, eleven and a half minutes is enough for first place.

Tsk, let me see if I can pull another 'strong laborer' so I can free myself up to run the events I'm good at and take another first place back."

Wang Ze pinched his chin and started thinking.

"What about the relay race? Do we need to find someone to run the 100 now?" Lin Li didn't forget this.

"Okay... eh? You've recovered? Running now?" Wang Ze widened his eyes.

"Walking to the 100-meter starting line is about enough, it's just running 100 meters," Lin Li nodded.

Wang Ze: "?"

"Recovered so fast? Did you take drugs?"

"I've also recovered, Wang Ze, you're really no good," Bai Bufan stood up from the lawn at this time and walked over, saying disdainfully to Wang Ze, whose breath hadn't smoothed out yet.

Wang Ze: "......"

This guy Bai Bufan is really shameless.

This kid only ran one thousand meters, but he recovered for almost ten minutes and still looked like a dead person, yet he came to mock him.

"When are you ( ) ( )?" Nansang top-laner Wang Ze said so.

(End of chapter)