100m Test

"Teacher Zhao, does that mean I don't have to train and can go straight to the City Games?"

Ling Yun looked at Zhao Ruixue with a relaxed smile on his face.

Seeing his "lack of ambition," Zhao Ruixue felt both exasperated and amused. She helplessly waved her hand. "Fine, fine, fine, I promise! Look at you—can't you aspire to anything more?"

She couldn't help sighing inwardly. Good heavens, how could such an incredible talent have ended up in the hands of this "lazy bum"? How are all those children who train themselves to the bone yet achieve so little supposed to feel?

"However..." Zhao Ruixue changed her tone and said seriously, "during class this afternoon, I'll ask Teacher Liu for leave on your behalf. You have to come to the field and meet the head coach of our school's track-and-field team. Show him what you can do."

"Oh? Why?"

Ling Yun was somewhat puzzled.

"Because the spots for the City Games have to be decided through a discussion among all the school's physical education teachers. And the head coach is the most important one. As long as he agrees, it'll be settled."

"It won't be enough for me to say you're amazing. You have to let them see it with their own eyes so they'll be thoroughly convinced," Zhao Ruixue explained.

Ling Yun nodded in understanding. "Got it. No problem."

With the ringing of the class bell, this "heart-stopping" physical education class finally ended.

As for the lung-capacity test, the sit-and-reach, and the dreaded "Death Kilometer," they would have to wait until the next class to torment the students.

At the thought of the next physical education class, most of the students wore expressions of utter despair.

As soon as class ended, Ling Yun was about to call Zhou Da to go to the cafeteria with him when he saw Jiang Yingqing running over like a graceful fawn.

"Brother Yun!"

Zhou Da reacted incredibly quickly. He immediately put on a knowing smile and hooked an arm around the shoulder of a boy beside him.

"I'm going to eat with Old Li! You and Beauty Jiang take your time!"

Without giving the dazed boy a chance to react, he dragged him away.

"Yingqing, want to eat together?"

Ling Yun looked at Jiang Yingqing as she approached.

Jiang Yingqing shook her head, a hint of mystery and anticipation on her face. "We're not going to the cafeteria. I want you to come with me to the school gate to pick up our lunch!"

"Our lunch?" Ling Yun was taken aback.

"Of course!" Jiang Yingqing smiled radiantly and explained, "I told Mom that you seemed a little uncomfortable after eating at the school cafeteria last time. She felt sorry for you, so she prepared two portions of lunch especially for you today and had Uncle Zhang bring them over! Let's go get them together!"

Ling Yun's heartstrings seemed to have been lightly plucked.

A warm current quietly welled up in his heart.

Apart from his adoptive parents in his previous life, this was the first time he had so clearly felt such meticulous care from a "family."

The sentiment weighed heavily on his heart.

"Thank your mother for me."

Ling Yun's voice softened considerably. He didn't refuse the kindness. He would remember this favor.

"Oh, why are you being so polite with me?"

Jiang Yingqing gave him an annoyed look. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her voice was gentle. "Didn't we already agree? Our family is your family too."

"Yes, yes. I was being too formal."

Ling Yun smiled and naturally reached out to gently ruffle Jiang Yingqing's smooth hair.

"Ah!" Jiang Yingqing felt an electric current shoot from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Her whole body went weak, and her cheeks instantly turned bright red like ripe tomatoes. She swayed and nearly lost her balance.

Ling Yun quickly caught her and steadied her.

"All right, let's go get the food. Don't keep Uncle Zhang waiting."

Ling Yun stopped teasing her, afraid the shy girl might actually faint.

At the school gate, the two of them took two exquisite insulated lunch boxes from Uncle Zhang, the Jiang Family's driver.

Seeing his young miss standing beside Ling Yun, Uncle Zhang revealed a gratified smile.

After saying goodbye, the two of them went to the cafeteria and found a quiet corner.

When they opened the lunch boxes, a rich aroma spread through the air. The meal consisted of carefully prepared home-style dishes, with a balanced mix of meat and vegetables and plenty of nutrition.

They ate this meal with exceptional relish, and the atmosphere between them seemed to grow even closer and more natural.

After lunch, they returned to the classroom to prepare for the midday break.

"Brother Yun!"

Zhou Da immediately leaned over from the seat behind them, his face full of gossip.

"What did you and Beauty Jiang have for lunch? You went to the cafeteria so late—there couldn't have been any good dishes left, right?"

He was simply curious and couldn't resist running his mouth.

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"We didn't go to the cafeteria," Ling Yun said frankly. "Yingqing's mother had the driver deliver lunch for us."

The smile on Zhou Da's face instantly froze. Then he smacked his own forehead in frustration. "Damn! I really need to watch my mouth! Why did I even ask? How could I forget that you've already won over Beauty Jiang's parents too? Are you trying to leave the rest of us no way to live?"

He let out an exaggerated wail, then gloomily buried his face in his arms. "Midday break, midday break! No more public displays of affection!"

Before the bell signaling the end of the midday break had even rung, Ling Yun had already arrived at the field.

The field was quite lively at that moment. Many second- and third-year student athletes wearing running vests and shorts were warming up or doing specialized training.

Ling Yun's unfamiliar face, dressed in a school uniform, immediately attracted plenty of attention.

The athletes exchanged puzzled glances and whispered among themselves about who this "intruder" was.

When the class bell officially rang, Zhao Ruixue walked to the center of the field with a sturdy, stern-looking middle-aged man.

"Ling Yun," Zhao Ruixue called to him. Pointing at the middle-aged man beside her, she introduced him. "This is Teacher Wang Zhen, the most experienced and accomplished track-and-field head coach at our school."

"You're too kind, Teacher Zhao." Wang Zhen's voice was booming. He scrutinized Ling Yun from head to toe with a sharp gaze. "Hello, Ling Yun. I'm Wang Zhen. Just call me Teacher Wang."

"Hello, Teacher Wang." Ling Yun politely nodded in greeting.

Wang Zhen got straight to the point, with a trace of barely perceptible doubt in his tone. "I heard from Teacher Zhao that you have extraordinary talent in sprinting and want a spot in the City Games, but you're unwilling to participate in regular training?"

His thick brows creased slightly. Clearly, he didn't approve of this "arrogant reliance on talent."

"Yes, Teacher Wang. What Teacher Zhao said is correct." Ling Yun remained calm and admitted it frankly.

"Good!" Wang Zhen didn't waste any words and went straight to the condition. "I trust Teacher Zhao's judgment. However, hearsay isn't proof—seeing is believing.

"You'll run a 100-meter test. If you can consistently finish within eleven seconds..." He paused, his gaze turning sharp. "I'll agree to your request. You'll get the spot, and you can train—or not train—as you please! But if you can't..." He left the rest unsaid, but the meaning was obvious.

"No problem."

Ling Yun agreed readily, still wearing a composed smile.

"Lin Yuxuan!"

Wang Zhen turned and shouted toward a tall boy by the track who was stretching his legs. The muscles in the boy's thighs were exceptionally well developed.

"Stop training! Come over here! Run a 100-meter test with this new first-year student!"

Lin Yuxuan, who had been called over, froze for a moment. He jogged over and looked at Ling Yun in his school uniform, his face filled with bewilderment and confusion. "Coach? You want me to race him? A first-year student who's never trained?"

He was a genuine Level 2 Athlete, with a personal best in the 100 meters of nearly eleven seconds flat!

"If I tell you to race, then race. Why are you talking so much?"

Wang Zhen glared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"...Fine." Lin Yuxuan shrugged and looked at Ling Yun with a hint of superiority in his eyes.

"Junior, don't cry if you lose later. The track isn't something to fool around on."

He was trying to display a little of the "authority" of an upperclassman.

"All right, senior."

Ling Yun's reply was still brief and indifferent.

The two crouched at the starting line and prepared themselves.

Wang Zhen personally gave the command.

"On your marks—set—go!"

The gunshot rang out!

Lin Yuxuan reacted extremely quickly. He drove off the ground with force and shot forward like a cheetah, his start practically flawless! This was the technique he took pride in!

Yet the instant he surged forward, the corner of his eye caught sight of a figure exploding past him at an even more terrifying speed!

Like a bolt of lightning tearing through the air!

It was Ling Yun!

After only a few steps, Lin Yuxuan despairingly realized that Ling Yun had already opened up a full stride between them!

And the gap was widening at a speed visible to the naked eye!

One meter, three meters, ten meters... It was like an ever-deepening, bottomless chasm stretching between them!

Lin Yuxuan gritted his teeth and swung his arms with all his strength, the muscles in his thighs bulging as he tried to catch up.

But he was horrified to discover that no matter how much he accelerated, the figure ahead moved like a machine set to a constant speed, steadily and terrifyingly leaving him farther and farther behind!

By the fifty-meter mark, the gap had grown to an astonishing ten meters or more!

There wasn't the slightest sign of Ling Yun's speed slowing down!

Lin Yuxuan's heart sank to the bottom. All his pride and superiority were crushed to pieces before absolute speed.

All he could do was watch helplessly as the school-uniformed figure charged toward the finish line that remained hopelessly out of reach, moving at a speed that left him suffocating...