The next day, at ten in the morning.
Jiang Lan arrived at the door of the Gang Condensation Level training room.
The door stood half open, and Jiang Lan stepped inside.
The training room was much emptier than usual. All the extra equipment had been moved into the corners, leaving only a running track and a Punch Force Tester in the center.
Su Wan, Zhou Qing, and Xiao Feng had already arrived and stood nearby.
Su Wan still wore the uniform jacket from yesterday. She stood in the center of the training room with her hands folded in front of her, clearly having waited for a while.
Hearing him enter, Su Wan turned and glanced at Jiang Lan.
"You're here."
"Mm." Jiang Lan walked to the center of the room, his expression calm.
"Then let's begin," Su Wan said in a businesslike tone. "Speed first."
Jiang Lan nodded without saying anything more.
He walked to the starting line and briefly loosened up his arms and legs.
He remembered Xiao Feng's words from yesterday very clearly.
Go all out. Don't worry about looking too much like a genius.
After all, geniuses were exactly what Central Base City wanted.
Taking a deep breath, Jiang Lan bent his knees slightly and settled into position, like a cheetah poised to spring.
Then he pushed off hard against the ground.
Whoosh!
A sharp rush of air rang out. The scenery around Jiang Lan flew backward, and the wind roared in his ears.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he reached the end of the track.
Beep!
The instrument sounded, and the numbers on its display flickered rapidly before settling.
[172.3 m/s]
Jiang Lan looked up at the number, quite pleased.
*Not bad. I was in pretty good form. Last time, I hadn't