20 Laps, How Can I Bear This

Two days after Xilin planted this Giant Foot Climbing Tiger, Long almost drove his flying car straight into the dormitory when he entered the dormitory yard. After hastily stopping the car, he circled the dormitory several times, looking at the climbing tiger from left to right, marveling at it.

"Xilin, you must sell me the cultivation method for this plant!" Long said, his eyes shining.

Xilin shook his head, "The planting conditions for this plant are nothing special, and I only used one bottle of ordinary nutrient solution that costs 100 Star Coins a bottle."

"Nonsense, even if you only used one bottle of ordinary nutrient agent, there must be some special method. Otherwise, why haven't those people in the Research Department figured anything out for so long?" Long said, fiddling with the leaves of the climbing tiger on the dormitory wall. This plant was growing really well.

Shrugging, Xilin indicated he couldn't help, "This plant might need to be appeased."

Long looked suspicious, but then he smiled, "It's quite possible."

They didn't need to say much; they were both smart people. Everyone had their secrets. However, Long took Xilin's words to heart. Xilin wouldn't speak without reason. He could fool others, but not himself, because Xilin had already promised to sell the cultivation method to Long first.

Actually, Xilin hadn't expected the cultivation conditions for this plant to be like this. If it were just about the nutrient solution, Xilin could have sold the formula. But this method...

Seeing Long examining the leaves, Xilin continued, "A child who has just been forcibly separated from its mother, being forced to eat by a stranger holding a knife. Even if it eats, how can it grow well? Especially those with a more fiery temperament."

Long deeply agreed, "Makes sense."

The subsequent developments clearly proved Xilin's statement.

This plant would eventually be exposed to everyone. So, when Xilin simply removed the light screen settings, the news of this mutated Giant Foot Climbing Tiger quickly reached the Science and Research Department.

The answer Xilin and Long gave was simple: they didn't know.

People from the Botany Institute of the Research Department suspiciously took cuttings from this climbing tiger to study and cultivate in the Research Department. After two days of meticulous care, it died. Instrument detection also showed that the plant in Xilin's dormitory was no different from the samples in the research institute. Soil analysis also yielded no conclusions. It was indeed as Xilin said, only containing the components of that ordinary 100 Star Coin nutrient solution.

Just then, the people who had sampled from the planet where the plant's mother grew returned, bringing back a small but complete climbing tiger. After much care, this small one finally survived, but its growth was clearly not as good as Xilin's.

However, this was a matter for the people in the plant research institute to fret over. Xilin didn't have time to deal with them; he had many classes.

Xilin's Military Training Class was currently in its initial stage, only taking place in the Teaching Zone. Each class focused on physical fitness. Without improved physique, going to the Training Zone would be pure self-torture. Only after improving their physique would they be allowed to proceed to the Training Department for the next stage of the course.

In this class, he surprisingly saw Knight, who had skipped class three times. He still stood there with a stern face, looking displeased. The Instructor ignored him. Everyone knew this young master's identity and capabilities, so they let him be.

"This training class is a 100-kilogram weighted lap run around the field. The passing line is 10 laps. If you complete 15 laps, you can proceed to the next stage of training and won't have to do weighted running for the next few classes. If you can run 20 laps, you can go directly to the Training Zone and don't waste time here."

The Instructor said this in a relaxed tone, but many students gasped upon hearing it. Each lap of the field was 1 kilometer, so 10 laps were 10 kilometers. Running with a 100-kilogram weight would be exhausting, right?

Xilin tied 25 kilograms of Weight Blocks to his arms and legs. After thinking about it, he added another 50 kilograms to his back. Otherwise, it wouldn't significantly improve his physique.

Knight saw this and immediately laughed, "Xilin, you're a man!" He then added 50 kilograms to his own back. He had originally planned to finish early and go to the Training Department, but adding a little challenge wouldn't hurt.

The Instructor and Adjutants nearby saw this and became interested in Xilin. Although Xilin's performance in the first three classes was good, he had stopped once he met the standard. They wondered if running with Knight today would bring out the kid's true abilities.

Everyone knew they had to maintain a rhythm, but when so many people started running at the same time, competitiveness kicked in. Some people got carried away and exceeded their planned pace from the start. This was a chain reaction. When others saw they were falling behind, they also sped up...

The Instructors sitting leisurely nearby chatted. One of them pointed at the running students and said, "Most of these guys are B-class gene types, but they're not even as good as the army's C-class. They're just wasting gene resources."

"So they're asking for it. Even if we don't hold them to military academy standards, they can't tarnish our reputation. After all, those of us sent to non-military academies are registered with Star Alliance military headquarters. If these guys get taken down by people from other academies, we'll lose face when we return to the Star Alliance military."

"That's why I asked Boss Huo to force that kid Knight to come. It's to put these arrogant guys in their place this class."

"Heh heh, I have to say, that kid Knight is pretty good."

"Of course. Who do you think his father is? Would he raise a coward?"

While the instructors were chatting, Xilin and Knight, who were running, were also talking. The two were running near the front of the group. Knight, bored, pulled Xilin into a conversation as they ran, drawing stares like they were rare animals from those around them. Running with a weighted vest and chatting?!

They weren't paying attention to their breathing rhythm at all, it felt no different than chatting while walking!

Damn it, you'll regret it after two laps! some people thought.

Xilin knew Knight was impatient about attending class, but he still underestimated Knight's resentment. To Knight, attending this class was purely a waste of time.

"Then why did you come today?"

"No choice. We have to swipe our cards to sign in for class, and attendance counts towards the final grade. Uncle Huo... well, the Head of Training Department, said he could help with that, but he wants me to show up here every few days. Oh, by the way, how's that climbing tiger in our dorm growing? I heard the people from the Botanical Research Institute are so stressed they're almost pulling their hair out."

When Xilin sent images of the climbing tiger to Ci Jincheng and Knight, everyone was quite surprised.

"It's doing alright. The Research Department people came to collect soil samples again yesterday."

"Tch, I despise them. Those guys are just stubborn and stuck in their ways..."

And so, the two talked from the climbing tiger to the training of senior students in the training department, and then to the training in military academies. It sounded nothing like the training here, no wonder Knight looked down on those around him who complained about being tired.

The two chatted without regard for the progress of the other trainees. Unknowingly, they had already taken the lead. The trainees behind them, gasping for breath, looked at the two chatting so easily and genuinely wondered if their weighted vests were made of foam.

"That kid Xilin is quite something," an instructor pointed over there.

"It's the seventh lap, and he's still acting like nothing's wrong. He's carrying 150 kilograms, just like Knight. And his Gene Type is only B-class."

"He's a good prospect."

Xilin and Knight just kept chatting and running, completely ignoring the people behind them. Knight didn't even keep track of the laps; he used to stop only when he reached his limit.

Slowly, they had pulled ahead by more than a lap. Some with weaker constitutions were left behind by three laps or more.

"Is it 10 laps already?" Xilin asked.

"Eh, who cares? Let's keep chatting. Where were we?"

"Alright, let's chat more. After we finish 20 laps, we'll report directly to the training department next time."

"Haha, you're a true friend!" Knight slapped Xilin on the shoulder, very pleased with Xilin's statement. He then continued to talk about the situation in the training department, and when he brought up the jokes Pride had made there, Knight became even more animated. Seeing Pride make a fool of himself made him happy.

And so, on the vast training ground, only Knight's laughter could be heard.

"Oh my god, you don't know the look on that kid's face at the time, it was hilarious, haha!"

The trainees gritting their teeth and persevering on the training ground went dizzy, wishing they could faint. Was this guy going to let them live? Still in the mood to joke!? Running so many laps with such a hearty laugh, how could they even compare?

Some trainees felt the two had just run past them, and not long after, they brushed past again, and again, and again...

When Xilin and Knight finished their 20 laps, some trainees were still going. They hadn't even finished 10 laps. The instructor had just roared that they had to finish the remaining 10 laps, even if they had to crawl, or their academic credits would be deducted.

Comparing people makes you angry.

This was what those trainees were thinking at the moment. Several of them personally checked the weights on Xilin and Knight after they finished running. The weights were real, and even exceeded the requirement. Those who usually considered themselves pretty good wished they could spit blood.

After running 20 laps, Knight pulled Xilin to the instructor and gave a formal salute, then said proudly, "See? My brother, not bad, right? My buddy from the same dorm! Instructor, you keep your word, we won't be coming here next time. We'll train directly at the Training Department."

After running 20 laps, Knight and Xilin were only slightly out of breath, but their spirits were still good. They looked like they could recover in a short while.

The instructor didn't bother with Knight's tone. Besides, this wasn't a real army. With this kid's temper, it was enough that he saluted and called them instructor. Waving his hand, the instructor chuckled, "Go on, keep up the effort over there!"

After the two walked away, the Adjutant beside him said, "I've heard from people in the Security Team about that kid named Xilin. He looks unremarkable, but he's hiding his strength well! His stamina is definitely comparable to Knight's."