"Eh? Wait, President, do you mean...?"
Nan Qingshui's eyes widened as she suddenly realized something and looked at Su Qian.
Could the president be planning to...
"Who knew... Maybe it was just a passing whim..."
Su Qian flashed a charming smile. It was merely an idea she had entertained.
After all, Huihuangxing Academy's student council was not something just anyone could casually join.
Besides, Wu Liang was not the only reason she had come up with this idea.
"That girl hasn't contacted me for a full year."
Su Qian murmured softly. The sister she had once been closest to had now become Wu Liang's rumored girlfriend.
She did not know whether she should be angry or happy about it. After all, she could no longer be called that girl's closest friend.
Su Qian wanted to salvage the relationship they had lost, which was why she needed Wu Liang's help.
After all, Wu Liang was now the only person in the academy whom that girl would treat sincerely.
Young Master Wu Liang Didn't Want to Run Long Distance
"Why were you following me instead of going back?"
Wu Liang looked at Ning Shuang, who was trailing behind him, in confusion.
Ever since they had left the rooftop, she had been following him around. When had he gained a little tagalong?
"I would only be studying on my own if I went back, so I might as well wander around outside. Why aren't you going back, though?"
Ning Shuang spoke boredly with her hands behind her head, occasionally glancing at Wu Liang's face and pouting in dissatisfaction.
Was Wu Liang pretending not to see it, or had he genuinely not noticed? He had no reaction at all to the Fox Mask on her face?
Hadn't Wu Liang always been extremely interested in what she really looked like? Why was he so calm today?
"I have Boss Xing's PE class this period."
Wu Liang rolled his eyes at Ning Shuang. To be honest, PE was incredibly painful for a homebody like him.
Especially the 1,200-meter run in Huihuangxing Academy's fitness test. That alone was enough to make those pampered young masters and ladies cry for their mothers.
"Then you're screwed..."
Ning Shuang immediately grinned when she heard that. Was it Yuwen Xing's PE class again?
If she remembered correctly, that guy loved making his students do long-distance running drills.
Back then, Wu Liang had gone to great lengths to avoid the so-called long-distance run. (Though Yuwen Xing had always dragged him back for some loving encouragement in the end.)
"Don't tell me you followed me on purpose just to laugh at me."
Wu Liang sighed as he looked at the students in the distance who had already begun their run. His timing for coming back was really something.
"I'll cheer you on properly. Just don't die too horribly, okay?"
Ning Shuang walked with Wu Liang to the track, then grinned at the boys sprawled on the grass in the distance, looking half-dead.
There would probably be another good show today. Still, she was curious that Wu Liang had not even considered slipping away.
In the past, forget coming to the track—she probably would not even have seen Wu Liang's shadow.
"Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
Wu Liang sneered. These days, he really was not afraid of some mere 1,200-meter run.
Forget 1,200 meters—even if it were 12,000 meters, he felt an inexplicable confidence. And the source of that confidence was his current, strange body.
Wu Liang had noticed it when he dealt with those thugs in the alley earlier. Both his explosive power and endurance had far surpassed those of an ordinary person.
He even had the illusion that if another fight like before broke out, he could smugly shout, I'll take on a hundred of you!
Although he did not know why this body had become like this, it was not a bad thing overall.
"Oh? I hope you're really as tough as you say. Don't come crying to me later."
Ning Shuang jogged ahead with a smile, then quickly ran to the stands and found herself a seat.
She pulled two or three bags of chips and a giant bottle of soda from beneath her skirt, then gave Wu Liang a thumbs-up.
"Where did she pull all those snacks out from?"
Wu Liang froze slightly at Ning Shuang's baffling maneuver.
He had heard of people pulling swords, guns, and even missiles from under their skirts.
But this was the first time he had seen someone pull out such a pile of snacks. Was Ning Shuang's skirt some kind of fourth-dimensional pocket too?
"Wu Liang! Why are you still standing there like an idiot? Get over here and line up! You're in the next group! Don't even think about slacking off!"
A rough roar pulled Wu Liang back to reality. Looking at the middle-aged man in the distance, standing there with his arms crossed and an unhappy expression, Wu Liang raised his hands in surrender.
He had only been late by a little over ten minutes. Was Yuwen Xing really taking this too seriously?
"You're late, brat."
Yuwen Xing frowned as he looked at the lazy-looking Wu Liang. His upside-down mustache twitched, making him look rather comical.
He had clearly only given Wu Liang fifteen minutes, yet this brat had dragged it out to half an hour.
What, was Wu Liang looking down on him? That brat should not think Yuwen Xing would go easy on him just because he had changed his hairstyle and gotten more handsome.
"It wasn't easy for a frail and sickly weakling like me to carry Classmate Nanzhu back. What do you take me for, Hercules?"
Wu Liang walked up to Yuwen Xing, rubbing his "slender" arms with a troubled expression.
He did not actually dislike Yuwen Xing. Yuwen Xing was a straightforward man who said what he meant and did not play petty tricks.
Although he looked a little fierce, Yuwen Xing cared deeply about his students. (Except Wu Liang.)
"Oh, cut the crap. Aren't you, Wu Liang, supposed to be able to take on ten people by yourself?"
Yuwen Xing gave Wu Liang a cold, mocking glance.
Wu Liang was over six feet tall, and he had solid muscles all over his body.
And he was claiming to be a frail, sickly weakling? Only a ghost would believe that.
"You flatter me, sir. You flatter me."
Wu Liang smiled modestly, then turned his gaze toward Rat, who was in the same group as him.
Looking at Rat's pale face and pained expression, Wu Liang smacked his lips.
Young people these days really had terrible physical fitness. A mere 1,200-meter run had scared them this badly. (Rat: Saying that is going to earn you public outrage.)
"You smooth-talking brat. All right, hurry up and get ready. If you don't warm up properly, it'll be easy to drop dead!"
Yuwen Xing slapped Wu Liang on the back, but the pain that shot through his hand made him suck in a breath.
He stared blankly at his reddened palm. The numb sensation in it made cold sweat trickle down his forehead.
What the hell? Why was this brat's body as hard as a rock? That slap had hurt his hand.
"Boss! Why are you here? I thought you slipped away earlier."
Rat froze when he saw Wu Liang suddenly walk up beside him.
Hadn't the boss run off just now? Why had he suddenly come back?
And the boss was actually participating in this long-distance run? Had he seen a ghost in broad daylight?
"I'm worried I'll have to repeat a year. If Yuwen Xing writes my name down in his little notebook, wouldn't I be screwed?"
Wu Liang stretched his arms and loosened up his body. Still, now that he thought about it, he had never actually run a 1,200-meter race before.
At least, in his original world, he had barely exercised at all since graduating from college.
"Um, well... Boss, are you sure your body's okay?"
Rat could not help remembering how Wu Liang had always looked half-dead after finishing a long-distance run.
The boss might have been explosively strong, but he had never had much endurance...
Young Master Wu Liang's Astonishment
The once-noisy athletic field had become so quiet that one could have heard a needle hit the ground.
Every student who had been warming up stopped what they were doing and stared at the group on the outer track.
More accurately, they were staring at one boy who was sprinting at high speed.
It was not only the students. Even the PE teachers stared dumbly at the figure racing along the track.
Especially the people from Class 5, Grade 2, who had finished the course and were lying on the ground like dead dogs, gasping for breath.
The moment they saw that all-too-familiar figure, every one of them sat up and stared into the distance in utter bewilderment.
"Dear mother of mine..."
Yuwen Xing himself was the most shocked of all. His eyes were wide as saucers.
Had this brat taken the wrong medicine or something? Who went all out from the very beginning of a 1,200-meter run?
Sprinting at the start would only speed up the drain on one's stamina and exhaust all of one's strength in an instant. How could anyone possibly finish the whole course like that?
"But that kid Wu Liang... has been sprinting at that speed for nearly a minute..."
Yuwen Xing swallowed hard. The hand gripping the stopwatch trembled, and sweat seeped from his palm.
As he watched the numbers on the stopwatch keep changing, his heart accelerated wildly along with them.
When had that little brat ever been this fierce? Had Wu Liang taken drugs or something?
But even drugs should not make someone this insane. Th-this-this... If he kept up that speed...
"Was he even human?"
The boys sitting on the ground stared blankly at Wu Liang, who was sprinting at full speed like a perpetual-motion machine.
This was practically beyond the limits of a high school student's physical ability, wasn't it? Was he some kind of Super Saiyan?
"Look at Wu Liang when he runs. The lines of his muscles are so obvious."
"Seriously... I never noticed that Wu Liang was the lean-and-toned type."
"It feels like Wu Liang hasn't seemed like a thug since he got out of the hospital. If it's the current Wu Liang... I could..."
Unlike the boys, who were analyzing Wu Liang rationally, the girls' focus was clearly far less practical.
Their eyes were entirely fixed on Wu Liang's handsome face and the sleek lines of his muscles.
This was the first time they had observed Wu Liang so carefully, and also the first time they had been so captivated by him.
They had already seen Wu Liang's godlike looks before, but they had never imagined that his body would have so much to offer as well.
"Mm... If Wu Liang really turns over a new leaf... I guess it wouldn't be impossible for me to be his girlfriend..."
A cute girl rubbing her calf blushed as she looked shyly at Wu Liang's back.
"I think you're dreaming!"
A girl who was close to her rolled her eyes.
If her friend managed to get Wu Liang, that would be like a cow flying a plane—utterly absurd.
"Exactly! Don't think about keeping him all to yourself! Classmate Wu Liang belongs to everyone!"
The girls who had somehow gathered together and were chattering about Wu Liang spoke in unison.
The current Wu Liang was dozens, even hundreds of times better than before in looks, physique, and personality.
Furthermore, although Wu Liang's behavior had been bad in the past, he had not really affected them much, so some of the girls had become his fans.
"Boss... what exactly happened to him..."
Rat dragged his leaden legs along the track.
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