By the deep pool at Deep Blue Diving Club, the air seemed to freeze for several seconds.
Yan Gang watched Su Bai emerge from the water and leisurely towel off his hair. The sternness in his eyes had long since vanished, replaced by an almost fanatical look, as though he were staring at an unparalleled treasure.
"Eight minutes and twenty seconds..."
The former special forces instructor muttered to himself, then glanced again at the precise military stopwatch in his hand, as if trying to confirm whether the thing had malfunctioned.
As an old soldier who had spent years in an amphibious reconnaissance company, he knew all too well what that result meant.
In a "cold start" state, without any prior nitrogen purging, oxygen intake, or even a break after changing clothes before going straight into the water, holding one's breath for over eight minutes was simply a monster that defied physiological common sense!
Was he even human?
Of course, Yan Gang had seen plenty in his time and knew that some people had unusually special physical conditions. It seemed Su Bai was one of them.
"Good kid..."
Yan Gang took a deep breath, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. "You've really never trained before? I mean professional freediving training?"
"Never."
Su Bai swept his wet bangs back, revealing a smooth, full forehead. A calm smile rested on his handsome face. "I just mess around in the bathtub sometimes. Maybe... I was born with a pretty large lung capacity."
"Pretty large? Were your lungs made from a whale?"
Yan Gang could not help swearing, but his eyes only grew brighter. "Su Bai, right? Are you interested in going pro? I have an old comrade coaching the national team now, and he's selecting promising freediving talent. With your gift, a