Gu Yue Arrives

Leaving the Teaching Office, Wu Changkong released the two boys' hands and walked ahead on his own.

Watching his straight-backed figure, Tang Wulin quickly picked up his pace and caught up to him. "Teacher, thank you."

Wu Changkong said flatly, "You did nothing wrong. What is there to thank me for? No one is allowed to interfere with my classes."

Xie Xie came up beside him, his face unusually full of smiles. "Teacher Wu, you were so cool just now! I'm convinced. Even if you train us half to death, I definitely won't complain."

"Remember what you said!" Wu Changkong said darkly.

"Xie Xie!" Tang Wulin grabbed Xie Xie. "Thank you too."

Xie Xie said somewhat irritably, "Why does that sound so awkward coming from you? You don't need to thank me either. I just couldn't stand them using numbers to bully the few, and the strong to bully the weak."

Tang Wulin smiled. "We're friends now."

Xie Xie curled his lip. "You make friends way too easily. I never said I considered you a friend."

"That isn't important," Tang Wulin said.

After thanking Xie Xie, Tang Wulin looked at Nan Fusheng. "Fusheng, thank you too. You..."

"Enough, Wulin. We're friends. How could I possibly stand by and do nothing when something like this happened? You don't need to comfort me either. You know my family situation. Maybe death would be a release for my mother."

Nan Fusheng interrupted Tang Wulin, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

Beside them, Xie Xie looked at Nan Fusheng in surprise. What did he mean, death was the best release? Still, he wisely chose not to ask further. Instead, he said to Nan Fusheng, "About last time, I misspoke. But I'm still not convinced. Next time, we'll have a fair duel."

Listening to the somewhat noisy voices behind him, Wu Changkong's lips lifted in a faint smile. It vanished in an instant, like an illusion. A cold, arrogant teacher would not comfort people. Better to let them resolve it themselves.

Early morning...

Xie Xie quickly came to regret what he had said to Wu Changkong. Wu Changkong was absolutely a teacher who followed through on his word. The physical training class promised yesterday was put into effect immediately today.

Basic physical training: running.

The track on the Intermediate Division side of Eastsea Academy was a full eight hundred meters per lap. Ten laps—that was the task Wu Changkong had assigned them for the morning. And supposedly, it was only a warm-up.

When they heard the number ten laps, even if the students did not say anything aloud, resentment surged in their hearts. That was eight kilometers!

But when they saw Wu Changkong take out three Iron Vests made from thick chains, each weighing twenty jin, and put them on Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin, and Xie Xie, they did not dare say another word. Instead, they felt immensely fortunate.

Yesterday, with Xie Xie's temperament, he would definitely have resisted fiercely. But today, he had no choice. He might be proud, but he would always do his utmost to keep his word.

What was more, after yesterday's incident, he truly admired Wu Changkong. Xie Xie had always taken pride in his own cold and arrogant personality, but Teacher Wu was not only colder and prouder than him, he also possessed the powerful strength to back it up. The Cold Arrogant Male God truly lived up to his name.

Tang Wulin had even less to say. Instead, he was rather excited by this kind of grueling training.

Nan Fusheng did not object to this training either. After all, this was the traditional old Shrek style.

Xie Xie was an Agility Attack System Battle Spirit Master. At the beginning, despite carrying a twenty-jin Iron Vest, he still ran incredibly fast. Nan Fusheng and Tang Wulin were not particularly fast, but they were steady and could keep up with the main group.

But as time passed, after two laps, Xie Xie's speed began to slow. The other students also started falling behind in all sorts of ways.

By the fourth lap, his breathing was ragged, his lungs felt as though they were on fire, and the Iron Vest on his body seemed several times heavier. He no longer even had the strength to regret what he had said to Wu Changkong.

"How are you holding up?" Tang Wulin's voice came from behind him. Xie Xie turned to look at him. Although Tang Wulin was sweating too, he was clearly in far better shape than Xie Xie.

"I'm fine!" Xie Xie gritted his teeth and increased his pace a little. Was this guy actually about to catch up to me? And isn't Nan Fusheng a Control System Spirit Master? Why does he look more relaxed than I do?

It was one thing to lose to Tang Wulin in physical fitness. After all, through their two matches, he had seen that monstrous strength of Tang Wulin's. But he absolutely could not lose to Nan Fusheng!

Tang Wulin's breathing was even. "Teacher Wu has a reason for making us carry weight. After all, we're going to represent the class in the Class Promotion Tournament."

Xie Xie said nothing. Speaking was also a burden to him right now.

Five laps!

Xie Xie was already beginning to lose control of his body. His legs felt as heavy as though they had been filled with lead.

Tang Wulin and Nan Fusheng could have passed him long ago, but they did not. Tang Wulin's current feeling was completely different from Xie Xie's. Twenty jin added to his body felt like nothing at all. After five laps, it truly felt like he had merely warmed up.

As for Nan Fusheng, although his path leaned toward that of a "cowardly Mage," after being altered by Potions, his physical fitness was no weaker than that of an ordinary Assault System Soul Elder.

The two of them quietly slipped one hand each beneath Xie Xie's armpits. Xie Xie only felt his whole body lighten, and his steps immediately became much easier. He looked at the two of them in surprise.

Nan Fusheng kept his eyes forward, while Tang Wulin merely smiled. He quickened his pace and continued running with Xie Xie.

Wu Changkong stood in the center of the track, watching the Class Five students who had already fallen into complete disarray. His expression was calm, though he frowned occasionally.

"Nan Fusheng, Tang Wulin, you two have plenty of strength, don't you? Then carry him while you run. Add another ten laps."

Xie Xie turned to look at Tang Wulin, only to find his expression still calm. He merely muttered, "Another ten laps? Then we need to go faster. We can't delay lunch. I didn't eat this morning, and I'm already hungry."

Xie Xie could not help saying, "Are you even human? Aren't you tired at all?"

Tang Wulin smiled faintly. "I'm doing okay."

Nan Fusheng was even more direct. "All right, Wulin, run faster. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can rest."

Xie Xie: At this moment, I deeply realize that the pathetic weakling is actually me.

Just then, a girl slowly walked over from the direction of the school Gate leading to the Intermediate Division track.

She wore white trousers and a white top. She looked about the same age as the students of Grade One Class Five. She was not especially beautiful, only delicate and pretty. She had long black hair and black eyes. Her figure was above average for her age, very well-proportioned. Her large eyes sparkled with life.

As she walked, her steps seemed to carry a unique rhythm, and there was also a strange aura around her.