At six in the morning, Wang Yi brought the 42 students in his class to the track.
When the students arrived, they saw an ambulance parked on the open ground beside the track.
Wang Yi checked his phone. "Today's forecast: sunny, with a high of 35 degrees. The weather's nice, so I've decided at the last minute that we won't have a theory lesson or a practical lesson today. We'll just run laps around the track."
"Let's not overdo it. Just 100 laps. Once you're done, you can have lunch."
"Huh? 100 laps? One lap is 400 meters, so that's... 40 kilometers?!"
One student exclaimed in shock.
"Damn, 40 kilometers? That'll kill us!"
Wang Yi continued, "Don't worry, it won't kill you. If you can't keep going, you can quit anytime. I guarantee there won't be any punishment. Once you quit, there's water and bread over there, so you can eat and drink whenever you like."
"And even if you pass out, the ambulance is right there waiting."
The students looked toward the ambulance, finally understanding why it was there.
While the others were still discussing it, one figure had already taken off.
He was dark and skinny, with a very thin neck and a slightly oversized head.
To put it dramatically, he looked like a ping-pong ball perched on a toothpick.
It was none other than Zhang Yu.
Seeing this, the students still talking gritted their teeth and followed. They didn't want to fall behind him.
They were all athletes, and after a month of training, their stamina was better than that of ordinary people.
So the first ten laps, four kilometers in all, weren't too difficult.
But by the fifteenth lap, some students had already fallen behind.
By the twentieth lap, eight kilometers in, some of them could