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"There’s a problem! There’s definitely a problem! No way! They must be on drugs!" Zhao Xinglong thought to himself as he felt his stamina waning from the initial acceleration. The Hanging Boot Ghost was closing in on him without any sign of slowing down, and he couldn’t help but feel like cursing.
To be honest, enduring five hours of punishment was not something everyone could handle. Even though Zhao Xinglong had confidence in himself, during the first four hours, he had only managed to maintain a slight lead over his opponent. He had even considered slowing down to conserve energy if the other person reduced their pace.
However, when he noticed that the fellow behind him had not changed their pace after following for so long, he thought it might be better to pull ahead by two or three laps. This would showcase the gap between them and allow him to shine a little brighter.
But who would have thought that the fellow, whom he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of, would accelerate at the same time he did?
At first, he secretly mocked them for being overconfident, thinking they could compete with someone of his caliber. But no matter how much he increased his speed, the distance between them remained unchanged!
He could hear the fellow’s faint breathing beside him, and it seemed like their rhythm hadn’t altered at all!
It felt like running into a ghost.
Having loved swordplay since childhood and coming from a wealthy family, Zhao Xinglong had endured countless hardships. With the resources from his family, he had access to various nutritional supplements and medications.
He was confident that even without professional long-distance training, his physical condition would surpass that of most national-level athletes.
Back in school, he had fought hard to become the president of the Kendo Club, outperforming all other clubs. He participated in national competitions without relying on his family’s resources—everything was based on his own strength.
Yet now, out of nowhere, this seemingly lethargic fellow had pushed him to this extent!
For a moment, he even questioned his own abilities—was he just an ordinary person after all?
While he wallowed in self-pity and gritted his teeth to maintain his speed to avoid being overtaken, the students who had been watching them for five hours were equally astonished.
If they were honest with themselves, even maintaining the slow jog they started with for this long would have left half of them exhausted.
But now, this fellow suddenly accelerated and unleashed a sprint-level speed—it was terrifying.
What was even more frightening was the bizarre figure behind him, who looked like they could collapse at any moment with a hungry ghost expression on their face.
Those who initially thought that the student behind would meet a tragic end were beginning to realize that it was actually the fellow behind putting immense pressure on the one in front.
Fang Jinke stood out even more. With his mouth agape, he seemed unsure of what he wanted, and recalling his initial words made him feel a flush of embarrassment.
Qi Menglu, who had been watching from the beginning, shifted from worry to excitement. If it weren't for the fear of the instructor's words, she might have already started cheering them on.
It wasn't just the students; even the instructors present showed signs of surprise.
When they first set this task, they hadn't imposed any other restrictions, fully prepared for someone to faint along the way. At that point, they would simply check to see if it was genuine and not a serious issue before letting them rest for the remaining time.
However, they hadn't expected both individuals to hold on, and astonishingly, they were even able to pick up speed at such a moment.
Aside from the initial five who had started, the junior instructors couldn't guarantee that they could match the two's endurance. Although they usually trained with rapid marches and carrying weights, after such a long duration of exertion, sprinting became an extraordinary challenge. At this point, being able to run was more of a bodily instinct; even wanting to stop was a significant struggle.
"I didn't expect that just two random individuals would turn out to be such good prospects. Haha, even among Huangpu Military Academy students, there can't be many like them. It's a waste to have them in an ordinary school; no wonder they have the courage to step forward. However, no matter how capable they are, they still need to lie down obediently here."
Glancing at the time, although the break had ended, the instructor leading the five did not immediately call for the students to resume training. It seemed he tacitly allowed them to rest until this amusing punishment concluded.
The student in front spoke honestly; from some of his movements and steps, it was evident he had some skills. However, the fellow behind him was completely incomprehensible.
"There's still five minutes left. Fine, I won't be too strict; let's do another lap. Whoever finishes last is the loser." Seeing that it was about time, the instructor who had initially imposed the punishment stepped forward and announced.
This statement seemed to ignite a spark in Zhao Xinglong, who had been struggling; if it was just one more lap, he felt he could push himself a bit more.
However, he suddenly realized with dismay that this time, the fellow behind him also began to accelerate before he could pick up speed.
Even as Zhao Xinglong summoned every last ounce of strength he had left, he could only watch helplessly as that fellow gradually overtook him with that same dead-fish-eyed expression that made him want to grab him and give him a beating.
For Zhao Xinglong now, even a meal felt like a big deal; what mattered most was saving face. He had originally stepped forward hoping to be a hero and save the day, but now he found himself in this humiliating situation—truly disgraceful!
But cruel reality wouldn't change due to his feelings. When he saw that tireless fellow reach the finish line first, Zhao Xinglong felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his mind.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, he stumbled and half-kneeled on the ground.
"What about dinner?" Yang Xiaoyou stared blankly at the instructor in front of him and uttered this single line. At this moment, other students had already dispersed towards the cafeteria, but Yang Xiaoyou and Zhao Xinglong remained in front of so many peers. According to the instructor's rules, they still needed to complete today's standing posture and marching drills—this truly made all the students feel their scalps tingle with anxiety.
Yang Xiaoyou, who had already caught the scent of the cafeteria, began to slowly reveal his pristine white teeth.
The look in his eyes made his instructor feel as though he were being targeted by a hungry wolf, which was quite unsettling.
"We won't go back on our word, but it cannot be denied that you haven't completed today's task yet. Once you meet the requirements, we can definitely arrange for extra food—plenty of it."
As he started with the first half of his statement, the instructor noticed that the expression of this handsome student was becoming increasingly intimidating. He unconsciously added the second half of his sentence.
Once the words "plenty of it" were spoken, the inexplicable heaviness in the air vanished instantly, and he watched as the student began practicing as instructed.
The Black Instructor, who couldn't help but feel a bit self-deprecating and amused, wiped the sweat that had begun to form on his forehead. This was indeed quite strange.
However, perhaps he was somewhat shocked by the student's performance; this fellow must have been a professional long-distance runner or even a marathoner in the past.
"With such talent, if he receives proper training during this time, when the people from Hive Security Company arrive, he should be able to hold his own and not be so passive. Goodness, these past few days have really been suffocating under their pressure; they are like a bunch of monsters. Wait a minute... that look in his eyes just now felt eerily similar to those monsters."
As the instructor relaxed, he began to think about the positive aspects but soon felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
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