Practice More If You're Bad!

As the duty officer finished shouting

"Run," the New Recruits immediately surged forward like a swarm of bees.

Ji Baichang took the lead, striding forward with large steps, immediately pulling several body lengths ahead of most of the New Recruits behind him.

"See? That's my speed! Xue Daochao, how did you overtake me?"

Ji Baichang still had the energy to turn his head and taunt.

Xue Daochao followed closely behind him. Hearing Ji Baichang's taunts, he merely curled his lips upward, a look of disdain on his face.

This was a three-kilometer race, not a hundred-meter sprint; it was about endurance.

Someone like Ji Baichang was clearly the type to burn out quickly after a burst of effort, which was why he started explosively, making himself seem impressive.

In reality, he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long, and his speed would drop.

Just as Xue Daochao had predicted, after running about half a lap around the track, Ji Baichang's speed plummeted, and his breathing grew ragged.

Seizing the opportunity while the other's speed decreased, Xue Daochao picked up his pace and overtook Ji Baichang.

He even couldn't resist taunting:

"Weakling! Train more."

Ji Baichang, who had been doing fine, heard Xue Daochao dare to mock him like that and immediately slowed down before surging forward again.

It had to be said, his burst of speed was quite impressive. He overtook Xue Daochao again, not forgetting to grit out a few words through his teeth:

"You're not good either! Just wait to wash socks!"

Xue Daochao heard Ji Baichang's taunts but showed no reaction, as if he hadn't heard them, continuing to maintain his own rhythm and run forward.

By the time the first lap was completed, Ji Baichang was already breathing heavily, while Xue Daochao was clearly in much better shape.

"Well, how about I get a head start? Your speed seems a bit slow."

Lü Qinglong, who had been following the two about two body lengths behind, suddenly spoke.

Then, with an acceleration, he easily overtook both of them.

Although the two were now in the leading group, leaving the other New Recruits behind, Lü Qinglong still found it a bit too slow.

He could also tell that their running speed was likely not as fast as his, so he decided it was better to go ahead alone.

However, Ji Baichang, running at the front, didn't react much when Lü Qinglong overtook him.

It wasn't so much that he had no reaction as that Lü Qinglong's speed was too fast, and he didn't have the extra energy for another sprint, so he could only let Lü Qinglong pass him.

As Lü Qinglong passed the two, he felt the wind rushing past his ears. Each time his feet hit the ground, he felt a greater forward momentum, making him feel more relaxed and faster.

On the track where he was running, there were a few Veterans also warming up. Hearing the commotion behind them, they instinctively looked back.

They saw a massive, mud-splattered truck charging towards them as if unstoppable. Startled, they quickly moved aside and switched to other lanes.

"Holy cow! What kind of creature is this guy? Getting hit by him would send you straight to another world!"

The Veterans looked back at Lü Qinglong, who was charging forward like a barbarian warrior, with lingering fear.

And this was far from his maximum effort.

He became more energetic the further he ran. By the time he crossed the finish line, he had even caught up to the slowest New Recruit who had only completed two laps.

"Nine minutes and forty seconds."

Looking at the time on the stopwatch, the duty officer scrutinized Lü Qinglong. The guy looked like he hadn't exerted himself at all.

"With that time, after you're assigned to a Company, you'd be top-tier even among the Veterans!"

The duty officer exclaimed, indicating that Lü Qinglong could go rest in the open space nearby.

This guy was truly formidable! After testing his three-kilometer run, he didn't even break a sweat on his forehead!

"Yes, Squad Leader."

"Nine minutes and forty seconds? That seems a bit slow. Was it because I ran with them for the first lap?"

Lü Qinglong shook his head and walked to the side to start stretching his limbs, but his gaze remained fixed on the rubber track.

"Hoo, your stamina is quite good!"

"I admit I underestimated you before. Down below, Daoist priest."

Ji Baichang and Xue Daochao had reached the final half-lap sprint. Ji Baichang was panting heavily, his face flushed red from running.

"Alright, you look like this, so stop talking."

"Only half a lap left, right? Judging by your appearance, you probably don't have much energy left for a sprint."

Xue Daochao was in much better condition than Ji Baichang. After throwing out a couple of sentences, he began to accelerate.

In just two breaths, he had overtaken Ji Baichang from behind.

Why didn't he overtake him earlier? Naturally, because if he had, no one would have broken the wind for him.

Since this guy was so full of himself, why not use him as a tool?

Ji Baichang thought he couldn't keep up with him, which was incredibly foolish.

"No! How the hell are you still got energy?!"

Watching the figure gradually pull away from him, Ji Baichang couldn't help but curse.

So he was the clown here?!

He also wanted to chase with all his might, but the soreness and weakness in his thigh muscles had clearly reached their limit.

He could only watch helplessly as Xue Daochao overtook him and rushed to the finish line.

"Ten minutes and fifty-five seconds, not bad!"

The attendant pressed the stopwatch, quickly found Xue Daochao's name on the form, and then recorded his result.

For a New Recruit to achieve this time was quite good, even faster than some Veterans.

Although not as exaggerated as Lü Qinglong's result, if he trained hard in the future, he might be able to break nine minutes.

"Thanks. Squad Leader,"

Xue Daochao replied, panting heavily. It was evident that his stamina had been greatly depleted by the final sprint.

"Good, good, go rest over there."

The attendant nodded. As Xue Daochao walked towards the resting area, he saw Lü Qinglong waving at him.

"Brother Qinglong, you're still amazing, you've surpassed us by so much."

Xue Daochao didn't seem surprised that Lü Qinglong took first place.

"It was alright, it was alright. How long did that Ji Baichang take?"

Lü Qinglong curiously stood at the intersection and waved at Ji Baichang, who was running towards the finish line with his eyes almost rolling back.

"Eleven minutes and twenty seconds, a so-so result, barely considered excellent."

The attendant nodded, recording Ji Baichang's name and result.

"Waste of energy."

Xue Daochao's expression was indifferent, but a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes.

Who sprints from the start and uses up all their stamina? Otherwise, he could have been a bit faster.

"Oh god, I feel like my lungs are on fire!"

Ji Baichang had no strength left to argue with Xue Daochao. He collapsed onto the grass beside him, gasping for air.