Is This What You Call a Sprint?

For him, this was merely...

Fifty kilometers, that's all!

Mu Fan's figure moved like a cheetah, his legs flashing past, leaving a whistling gust of wind in his wake as he glided past everyone.

"Who is this? Is he being punished by running on his very first day?"

"I hope the instructor doesn't punish him with a 400-meter sprint. His explosive power is really good; he has the demeanor of a professional athlete."

"This kid's going to be famous. Anyone who gets subdued by the instructors on the first day is a troublemaker. Which department is he from?"

As they passed the third formation, the students, unaware of what was happening, began to discuss amongst themselves.

As it passed the fourth formation, it unsurprisingly attracted a crowd of curious glances once again.

An officer, seeing this, pointed at Mu Fan's running figure and said to a group of trainees, "See? If I find any violations during your Military Training, you'll all have to go up and show your faces."

The instructor's words drew a burst of laughter, and several boys were indeed eager to try.

"Instructor, I'm also in great physical condition. How about I race against him?"

"You sit down properly."

"Instructor, I request to be punished!" the boy said with a grin, completely unconcerned about the officer's stern reprimand.

"Yeah, instructor, let him go, otherwise he'll cause trouble for us." A group of students chimed in, and the addition of many girls made the boys even more eager to perform.

Mu Fan's figure swept past several formations and quickly disappeared from the group's sight.

"Instructor, please let me go!"

"Yeah, instructor, just let him go! It would be a waste not to let him release his energy."

Seeing the group of students with such strong emotions, the instructor's eye twitched, and then he shouted, "Whoever just spoke, go after them yourself."

"Yay! Long live the instructor!"

A tall, strong boy twisted his neck and rushed out of the line, letting out an excited howl like a wolf.

A group of people behind him cheered, "Rocket Bro, catch up with him, overtake him, and let him know that even being punished doesn't mean he can so comfortably steal the spotlight!"

The boy's hair stood on end like it was on fire, and with his muscular physique, his nickname "Rocket Bro" was well-deserved.

What was originally a routine penalty escalated when the Rocket Bro, howling and screaming, started to chase after him, finally setting the stadium ablaze.

"Holy crap, is this a competition?"

"Instructor, what are they doing? Is this kind of activity already happening on the first day of Military Training?"

A well-behaved boy raised his hand and asked.

His instructor stared at him carefully for a while, then said very seriously, "This is a special Military Training activity, so don't ask any more questions."

A chorus of boos erupted.

The instructor from next door quietly approached. "Do you know which formation this is? What are they doing?"

The lieutenant, when questioned, shook his head. "I don't know. I'm curious too. Is this a physical fitness test? Can that first kid who charged forward maintain this momentum for five minutes?"

"It's difficult. I estimate it will take about three minutes. It's difficult for all of us."

It was morning, and under the clear sky, the sunlight illuminated the boy's figure clearly.

However, Mu Fan, with his head down, didn't give anyone a chance to see his face clearly.

With his head down, he passed by everyone like a gust of wind.

The Combat Department has 7 formations, followed by the Mecha Department with 9 formations.

As they passed the fifth formation, several students, after cheering like the others, wondered: Why does this person look so familiar?

Kang BiSi's eyes widened as he sprinted at full speed, the figure ahead getting closer and closer.

"Finally catching up with you! I've been running since I was a kid, but this time, sorry, I'm going to steal the Kang BiSi!"

His fiery hairstyle flew backwards under the airflow.

This elicited another gasp from the crowd.

He Kang BiSi thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being in the spotlight.

"The one in front is kind of handsome, but the one behind looks so stupid."

"Is this a freshman in the culinary arts department? Did he set his hair on fire?"

"Did the person in front of him owe him money...?"

"I have a feeling that their instructors made a bet, and these two are probably running for their lives to avoid suffering!"

The hushed chatter of the group went completely unnoticed by Kang BiSi, who was lost in his own world.

At that moment, in the Starship First Formation, Wang Cheng looked at the expressionless Wang Nuonuo, then at the group of trainees, and said, "Today's incident is an exception. If any of you have friends or relatives, please tell them that wandering around during Military Training will not be tolerated if I catch them!"

The group fell silent, terrified.

"Holy shit!"

A sudden, loud shout shattered the solemn atmosphere in the area.

"Who's there! Step forward!"

Wang Cheng roared in anger.

"Reporting, Instructor... I'm sorry!" a boy stammered, but his eyes weren't on Wang Cheng. He looked to his right, then suddenly looked down at his watch, clenched his fist excitedly, and whispered, "Oh my god! Instructor, I can't control myself!"

Wang Cheng was so angry that the veins on his forehead were about to burst.

"You step forward! Explain yourself what you're doing!"

"He, he, he ran over here! He did it in just four minutes without slowing down at all, my goodness!"

Rocket Head Kang BiSi has finally caught up with Mu Fan, now only half a body length behind, while the kid is still running with his head down.

Are you already exhausted?

Haha, let me end you! Let my name, Rocket Bro, resound throughout the entire grade! Let me receive the adoring gazes of countless girls!

Hahaha~~~

Just then, he saw that the kid in front of him had raised his head. Was he going to say hello to him?

Haha, I say hello, and then I overtake you?

Kang BiSi was already immersed in his own world.

However, Mu Fan paid no attention to Kang BiSi chasing behind him and looked up instead.

The first lap is over, right?

Ahead is Wang Nuonuo's formation, and that familiar instructor.

Was he looking at himself too?

Indeed, when Wang Cheng turned his head, he met Mu Fan's bright black eyes as Mu Fan looked up.

The boy gave a relaxed smile, then turned to look at the astonished Wang Nuonuo.

He gave a warm smile.

Officer Wang Cheng stood sideways in place, while Mu Fan's figure passed by behind him.

"Sir, the first lap is over."

A simple sentence, yet it was enough for Wang Cheng and the students in the front rows to hear clearly.

There wasn't a trace of urgency in his voice.

Wang Cheng's face was gloomy, and his body did not move, but his words were carried forward by the energy flow from Mu Fan's body.

"Heh, this is only the first lap. How long can you keep this up?"

Yes, these trainees, whose minds are no longer on Military Training, are all thinking about this issue at the same time.

What happens after several laps of continuous sprinting?

Exhausted and panting heavily, he simply collapsed to the ground.

The even more chaotic discussions among the girls around her left Wang Nuonuo feeling extremely confused.

I've been a burden to the adults, sob sob.

Fifty kilometers—only two kilometers have passed. The remaining distance seems like an astronomical figure to Wang Nuonuo.

Just as the students were discussing Wang Cheng's words.

Unexpectedly, Mu Fan's rushing figure suddenly came to a screeching halt.

His calm gaze slowly returned, and his tall, upright figure, coupled with his thin lips, exuded an indescribable coldness.

"You're calling this a sprint?"

Rocket Head Kang BiSi standing next to Mu Fan, had just passed him and hadn't even had a chance to cheer when he heard those words.

I stumbled and almost fell over.