On the sports field, the entire class ran around the track.
At first, everyone could barely maintain formation. After a few laps, their Soul Power consumption intensified. Sweat seeped from many students' foreheads, their breathing grew heavy, and their steps began to drag, the formation gradually scattering.
Some gritted their teeth and struggled to keep up with the main group, while others had already been left far behind and could barely manage a slow jog.
Wu Changkong stood at the edge of the field with his arms folded, his gaze sweeping over everyone on the track. His face held little expression as he took in every student's stamina and willpower.
Just then, a boy walked slowly over from the direction of the school gate.
He looked about nine years old.
He wore a plain, close-fitting student outfit. It was hardly luxurious, but it had been washed spotlessly clean.
His short black hair was neat and tidy. Though young, he was slightly taller than other children his age. He did not look particularly muscular, yet beneath his skin and flesh lay a faint sense of solid strength.
His face was not stunning, merely delicate and handsome.
His black eyes had clearly defined whites and irises, and his long eyelashes were striking. His clear gaze held a resilience unique to the young.
The boy walked casually, his hands behind his head, his steps loose and his body swaying slightly. His black eyes wandered curiously over everything around him, and a careless smile hung at the corners of his mouth. His lackadaisical manner stood in sharp contrast to the students gritting their teeth through their training.
The white-clad teacher noticed him at once and frowned slightly.
It was class time, yet this boy wore no uniform. His clothes were oddly styled, and his