100m Test

"Teacher, does that mean I can skip training and 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 amused and exasperated. She waved her hand helplessly, "Alright, alright, I promise! Look at you, aiming so low!"

She couldn't help but sigh inwardly: Heaven, how could such incredible talent fall into the hands of this "lazy bug"? What about those kids who train desperately with little results?

"However," Zhao Ruixue changed the subject, speaking seriously, "I'll ask Teacher Liu to excuse you from class this afternoon. You need to come to the sports field to meet the head coach of our school's track and field team and show him what you can do."

"Oh? Why?"

Ling Yun was a little confused.

"Because the spots for the city games are decided by a joint discussion among all the school's sports teachers. The head coach is the most important one, and if he agrees, it's settled."

"It's not enough for me to say you're amazing; you need them to see it for themselves and be convinced," Zhao Ruixue explained.

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

As the dismissal bell rang, this "thrilling" physical education class finally ended.

As for vital capacity, the sit-and-reach test, and the dreaded "death mile," they would have to wait for the next class to torment the students.

Just thinking about the content of the next PE class brought expressions of utter despair to most of the students' faces.

As soon as class ended, Ling Yun was about to ask Zhou Da to go to the cafeteria with him when he saw Jiang Yingqing run over like a nimble little deer.

"Brother Yun!"

Zhou Da reacted quickly, immediately showing a "I get it" smile and slinging an arm around the shoulder of a nearby boy.

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

With that, he dragged the utterly bewildered boy away without further explanation.

"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.

"Yeah!" Jiang Yingqing beamed, explaining, "I told my mom you seemed a bit unwell after eating at the school cafeteria last time, and she was worried about you. She specifically made a double portion lunch today and asked Uncle Zhang to bring it over! Let's go get it together!"

Ling Yun's heartstrings seemed to be gently plucked.

A warm current flowed quietly through his heart.

Aside from his adoptive parents in his past life, this was the first time he had felt such clear, meticulous care from a "family."

This gesture was heavy.

"Please thank Auntie for me."

Ling Yun's voice softened considerably. He didn't refuse the kindness. He noted this kindness.

"Oh, what are you being so polite for!"

Jiang Yingqing gave him a playful glare, her cheeks flushing, her voice soft, "Didn't we agree? Our home is your home."

"Yes, I was being too formal."

Ling Yun smiled and naturally reached out, gently ruffling Jiang Yingqing's soft hair.

"Ah!" Jiang Yingqing felt a jolt of electricity from her head to her toes. Her whole body went numb, her face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe tomato. She swayed, almost losing her balance.

Ling Yun quickly steadied her.

"Alright, let's go get the food. We don't want Uncle Zhang to wait too long."

Ling Yun didn't tease her further, afraid the shy girl might actually faint.

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

Uncle Zhang looked at his young lady and Ling Yun standing together, a look of relief on his face.

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

They opened the lunch boxes, and the aroma of carefully prepared home-cooked meals filled the air, a balanced mix of meat and vegetables, nutritionally sound.

This meal was especially sweet, and the atmosphere between them seemed to become closer and more natural.

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

"Brother Yun!"

Zhou Da from the back row immediately leaned over, his face full of gossip.

"What did you and Beauty Jiang eat for lunch? You went to the cafeteria so late, all the good food must be gone by then, right?"

He was purely curious and a little mischievous.

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"I didn't go to the cafeteria," Ling Yun replied calmly. "Yingqing's mom had the driver bring us food."

The smile on Zhou Da's face froze. He immediately smacked his own forehead in annoyance. "Damn it! I'm such a loose cannon! Why did I even ask! How could I forget you've already won over Beauty Jiang's parents! Is there any hope for the rest of us!"

He wailed dramatically, then dejectedly buried his face in his arms. "Nap time, nap time! No more dog food!"

Before the bell for the lunch break ended had even rung, Ling Yun had already arrived at the sports field.

The field was quite lively at the moment, with many second and third-year sports students wearing athletic vests and shorts, warming up or doing specialized training.

Ling Yun's unfamiliar face, clad in his school uniform, immediately drew a lot of attention.

The sports students exchanged confused glances, whispering amongst themselves about who this "intruder" was.

As the official class bell rang, Zhao Ruixue walked to the center of the field with a sturdy, stern-faced middle-aged man.

"Ling Yun," Zhao Ruixue called him over, pointing to the middle-aged man beside her. "This is Teacher Wang Zhen, our school's most experienced and outstanding track and field head coach."

"Teacher Zhao is too kind," Wang Zhen said in a booming voice. His sharp gaze swept up and down Ling Yun, scrutinizing him. "Hello, classmate Ling Yun. I am Wang Zhen. Just call me Teacher Wang."

"Hello, Teacher Wang," Ling Yun replied politely, nodding.

Wang Zhen got straight to the point, his tone carrying a hint of subtle doubt. "I heard from Teacher Zhao that you have extraordinary talent in sprinting and want to qualify for the City Games, but you're unwilling to participate in regular training?"

His dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, clearly not approving of this kind of "arrogant talent" attitude.

"Yes, Teacher Wang. Teacher Zhao is correct," Ling Yun admitted calmly and frankly.

"Good!" Wang Zhen didn't waste any more words and directly laid out his terms. "I believe Teacher Zhao's judgment is sound. However, hearing is not as good as seeing.

You need to run a 100-meter trial. If your time can consistently be under 11 seconds," he paused, his gaze sharp, "I will agree to your request, give you the spot, and you can train as you please! But if you can't achieve it..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was clear.

"No problem."

Ling Yun agreed readily, a calm smile still on his face.

"Lin Yuxuan!"

Wang Zhen turned and called out to a tall, lanky boy by the track, whose thigh muscles were exceptionally developed as he was stretching.

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

The named Lin Yuxuan was taken aback. He jogged over, looking at Ling Yun in his school uniform, his face a mixture of shock and confusion. "Coach? You want me to race him? A first-year who hasn't trained?"

He was a legitimate Level 2 Athlete, and his best 100-meter time was just under 11 seconds!

"Just do it if I tell you to, why so many questions?"

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

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

"Junior schoolmate, don't cry if you lose later. The track isn't a playground."

He tried to display some senior's "authority."

"Okay, senior schoolmate."

Ling Yun's reply remained concise and calm.

The two crouched at the starting line, preparing.

Wang Zhen personally gave the command.

"On your marks--Set--Go!"

The moment the gun fired!

Lin Yuxuan reacted extremely quickly, pushing off the ground with force, charging out like a cheetah. His start was practically perfect! This was the technique he prided himself on!

However, the instant he burst forward, a glance from the corner of his eye caught sight of a figure "exploding" past him with even more terrifying speed!

Like lightning tearing through the air!

It was Ling Yun!

After just a few steps, Lin Yuxuan despaired as he realized the distance between him and Ling Yun had already opened up by a full body length!

And this gap was widening at a visible rate!

One meter, three meters, ten meters... like a chasm deepening between the two, with no bottom in sight!

Lin Yuxuan gritted his teeth, swinging his arms with all his might, his thigh muscles bulging, trying to catch up.

But he was horrified to discover that no matter how fast he tried to accelerate, the figure ahead seemed like a machine set to a constant speed, steadily and terrifyingly pulling him further and further away!

By the fifty-meter mark, the gap had widened to an astonishing ten meters!

Ling Yun's speed showed no signs of slowing down!

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

He could only watch as the figure in the school uniform, at a speed that made him feel suffocated, rushed towards the finish line that was far beyond his reach