God of Sprinters

Next up, without any suspense, was the standing long jump event.

The classmates began their tests in order.

Thanks to having just entered high school, it hadn't been too long since their middle school physical education exams. Most students' physical fitness hadn't completely "degenerated" yet, managing to maintain a state of "final peak."

As everyone knows, the three years of high school are a period of continuous physical decline, until one enters university... and finally completes the ultimate evolution into a "waste."

Even more "heaven-defying" is that the passing score for the physical fitness tests increases every year with the grade level, as if deliberately making things difficult for this group of increasingly "weak" souls.

Of course, these troubles had nothing to do with Ling Yun.

Passing score? Perfect score? To him, they were just numbers.

Soon, amidst the sighs or small reliefs of the classmates, most had completed their tests.

The results from the students before him were quite decent; most passed, except for those like Zhou Da, who were severely overweight, and a few who were naturally poor at sports.

The entire class had finished testing, with only Ling Yun left to go.

"Ling Yun, it's your turn!"

Physical Education Teacher Zhao Ruixue's eyes sparkled with intense interest. "Come on, let me see what our 'personal sports representative' can do!"

Ling Yun smiled at her, saying nothing further, and walked directly to the take-off line in the sand pit.

He stood still, with no extra movements, not even a discernible preparatory stance. He merely bent his knees slightly and lightly touched the ground with his toes.

The next moment!

As if freed from gravity, he "floated" out lightly and swiftly!

His body traced an almost perfect arc through the air, and upon landing, his feet heavily struck the far edge of the sand pit, kicking up so much sand that it almost hit the face of the classmate measuring the distance!

He had almost flown out of the sand pit!

"Three... three meters sixty!!"

The classmate responsible for measuring rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after confirming the result, shouted with all his might in excitement.

"Holy crap?!"

"What?! Three meters sixty?!"

"Did I hear that right? Three meters sixty in a standing long jump?!"

"Is this even human?!"

The entire class erupted instantly! Three meters sixty! This number far exceeded their perceived limits of "long jump"!

In reality, let alone three meters sixty, jumping two meters seventy or eighty was already considered "god-tier" in their eyes!

Zhao Ruixue's pupils contracted in shock, leaving her speechless!

She knew the significance of this number all too well. The world record for the men's standing long jump was only a little over three meters seventy!

Looking at Ling Yun's calm demeanor after landing, as if he had merely taken a casual step, she was one hundred percent certain that this guy hadn't used his full strength at all!

"Ling Yun!"

Zhao Ruixue almost instantly rushed to Ling Yun's side, excitedly grabbing his arm, her voice trembling slightly.

"Your talent... it's like heaven is feeding you! Join our school's track and field team! With your physical condition, a guaranteed recommendation to Beijing Sport University in three years is a sure thing! You even have a place on the future Olympic stage!"

"Teacher," Ling Yun didn't directly respond to her enthusiastic invitation but instead asked, "If I want to participate in the Provincial Games, what do I need to do?"

"Provincial Games?" Zhao Ruixue's eyes lit up even brighter, as if she had found a treasure. "To participate in the Provincial Games, you must first win first place in the corresponding event at our City Games!"

She looked at Ling Yun eagerly. "Are you interested? That's great!"

"Then, Teacher," Ling Yun proposed his condition, "Can I join the track and field team, but not participate in regular training, and only compete directly during the City Games?"

He didn't want to waste his precious time on basic training that offered him no improvement.

"Student Ling Yun!"

The excitement on Zhao Ruixue's face instantly turned to seriousness.

"I admit your talent is rare, but talent doesn't mean you don't have to work hard! Even the finest jade needs polishing! You want to win the city championship without training? That's too impulsive!"

She thought Ling Yun had gotten carried away by his recent results and was becoming arrogant.

"Teacher, I didn't mean it like that."

Ling Yun explained helplessly.

"I just feel... the intensity of the school's regular training really doesn't do anything for me. How about this."

He pointed to the track not far away.

"There's still a 50-meter test later. Watch me run the 50 meters, and then you can make your decision, okay?"

"50 meters?" Zhao Ruixue was amused, this kid really wouldn't stop until he hit a wall!

She decided to give him a "lesson" and proposed a goal that she thought was impossible to achieve: "Fine! If you can run the 50 meters in under 6.2 seconds, I'll agree to your request! Training? Whatever you want! You don't even have to train!"

6.2 seconds! That was the threshold for a national elite athlete!

Across the entire country, very few sprinters could achieve this time!

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If Ling Yun could really do it... Forget not needing to train, even if he spent all day lying around, the school and coaches would treat him like an ancestor and worship him!

Because this represents true world-class potential!

"It's a deal!"

Ling Yun readily agreed.

Soon, everyone moved to the rubber track.

Due to the previous little interlude, Zhao Ruixue arranged for Ling Yun's group to test first.

The other five boys in the same group stood at the starting line, looking at Ling Yun, who was calm and composed beside them, their faces turned ashen.

"We're finished, we're finished, being in the same group as Brother Yun..."

"Brother Yun, show some mercy! Save us some face!"

"I'm destined to be a background character..."

They seemed to have already foreseen the tragic scene of themselves being ruthlessly crushed.

"On your marks—"

The student responsible for the starting signal raised the starter pistol.

Ling Yun and the others bent down and crouched, assuming the starting position.

Ling Yun was in the fourth lane, right in the middle.

"Set—"

"Bang!"

The starter pistol fired!

The moment he started, Ling Yun exploded forward like a spring compressed to its limit and then released!

His powerful leg strength erupted, propelling him forward like an arrow released from a bow, the first to break the starting line!

Of course, he deliberately restrained most of his strength, not displaying speed beyond human comprehension, otherwise, he would have reached the finish line in less than a second.

He simply maintained an advantage that made his classmates behind him despair yet unable to catch up.

From start to finish, he was about ten meters ahead of the second-place runner!

Sprint! Cross the finish line!

His movements were fluid, his breathing steady, as if he had merely completed an easy acceleration run.

At the finish line, Zhao Ruixue stared intently at the screen of the electronic timer.

The numbers on it clearly froze at:

5.56 seconds!

Boom—!

Zhao Ruixue felt as if her brain had been struck by a thunderbolt! She instantly froze! Her thoughts completely stopped!

5.56 seconds?!

How... how is this possible?!

She remembered clearly that the best recorded human 50-meter time was 5.56 seconds! Although she was using an electronic stopwatch with limited precision, which might have an error of 0.3 to 0.6 seconds... even so, the explosive power Ling Yun displayed in the first 50 meters with this effortless run was definitely at the absolute top world level!

And seeing him finish without his face flushed or his breath heavy... this was far from his limit! His endurance in the latter half should be equally terrifying.

An indescribable surge of ecstasy and shock instantly swept over Zhao Ruixue!

She felt like she was dreaming! She had found a peerless raw gem that could shake the entire track and field world!

"Yun Yun!!"

Zhao Ruixue could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart, and she screamed like a little girl as she rushed over, tightly grabbing Ling Yun's arm. She almost hung onto him, her address becoming incredibly intimate, "Oh my god! You're amazing! Amazing! Teacher will cling to your leg from now on!"

She was so excited that she spoke incoherently, completely forgetting her composure as a teacher.

The astonishing softness of his arm made Ling Yun pause slightly, but he didn't break free. After all, this benefit... why not take it?

"Teacher!!!"

A sharp, delicate shout filled with obvious jealousy and displeasure rang out.

Jiang Yingqing rushed over, her pretty face flushed red, "Please let go of classmate Ling Yun's hand!" She hadn't even hugged him like that! How could this teacher do this!

"Ah? Oh! Right, right, right! Sorry! Teacher was too excited! I lost my composure, lost my composure!"

Zhao Ruixue finally came to her senses, released his arm as if shocked, and a blush spread across her cheeks. She apologized repeatedly in embarrassment, but her gaze remained fixed on Ling Yun with burning intensity.

"Teacher, why were you... so excited just now?" Ling Yun quickly changed the subject to ease the awkwardness.

"Why excited?!"

Zhao Ruixue took a deep breath, trying to calm her still wildly beating heart. She looked at Ling Yun with undisguised admiration and fervor, her voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Ling Yun! Do you know what time you just ran? 5.56 seconds! It's on par with the known 50-meter world record! What does this mean? It means you have the potential to become the fastest person on this planet! Maybe... maybe even surpass that legend—Bolt!"

Her favorite event was sprinting, and at this moment, she felt like she was seeing a living, rising God of Sprinters standing before her!