Impressive, My Brother
What does this mean?
This means... damn, this kid hasn't reached his limit yet!!
From this moment on, Mu Fan began to carve the first mark in the hearts of these people, like a carving knife.
However, they had no idea that the mark would only get deeper and deeper!
Training for each formation continues.
But the storm Mu Fan stirred up had only just begun.
Their figures crossed Wang Cheng again.
"Fifth lap."
"Sixth lap."
"Seventh lap."
"How many seconds?"
"180 seconds, exactly the same!"
As they passed the formation of the Information Engineering Department, amidst the bewildered gazes of a group of nerdy guys, a Rocket Head charged past with its head held high, followed by a streak of blue-gray lightning flashing by.
The seemingly burly and imposing Rocket Head slammed onto the runway with a thud, then rolled over in pain.
"Ahhh, I'm going to die! Ahhh!"
The group of otaku all noticed that white foam had started to appear at the corners of Rocket Head.
Kang BiSi finally used his sprint speed, but even so, he was still... lapped!
But he had to finish the boast he'd made, so he ran with all his might, only to watch as Mu Fan looped him again. As the lightning bolt flashed past, Kang BiSi felt as if he'd been fucked by a highland bison...
Then, amidst a dizzying spin in his vision, he fell heavily to the ground.
Let the Nurse mm wake me up.
A group of burly men rushed in and threw the limp Rocket Head onto a stretcher. Amidst a huge chorus of boos, Kang BiSi completed its role as a supporting character.
When the goofball was no longer drawing attention, Mu Fan remained the focus of the storm, running with his head down.
His figure resembled that of a solitary and proud wolf king!
A silent aura emanated from him, and some people, even from a distance, began to focus their attention on Mu Fan's expression.
However, they were destined to be disappointed, because Mu Fan's eyes were calm and without a ripple, which created a different kind of aloofness.
That kind of charm with a unique, cool style.
"Eighth lap."
Mu Fan's calm and composed tone remained unchanged.
"Ninth lap."
The trainees went from surprise to shock, then to numbness, and now they are listening to their Military Training instructors conduct normal training in an orderly manner.
However, they had already placed bets in secret to see how many laps this kid could manage.
One rather unusual group was the Medical Department, where the beautiful freshmen were practically glued to Mu Fan, eager to use instruments to thoroughly examine the secrets of Mu Fan body.
Yes, that's right, the shy girl went to examine the handsome young man's body.
Seeing Mu Fan's resolute figure that never slowed down, Wang Nuonuo composed herself, pursed her lips, and began military posture training with perfect form.
This left Wang Cheng with absolutely no fault to find.
Standing for half an hour under the scorching sun is a basic skill.
Meanwhile, Mu Fan's blue lightning continued to flash.
On the stands, a senior colonel looked at the figure and said to the person next to him, "To see such a promising talent on the first day, go ask the person in charge of Military Training at the academy for this boy's information."
"Yes," replied Lieutenant Colonel Cheng.
On the projection screen next to him, the running figure was in the center of the screen, with a dense stream of data constantly scrolling beside him.
The rating on the side remained unchanged—S-rank!
With a lap every 3 minutes and a constant speed of 2000 meters in 180 seconds, Mu Fan demonstrated to everyone what true freakishness is with his extraordinary control.
After 10 laps, 30 minutes have passed.
After 20 laps, one hour has passed.
An hour passed, and before the formation could even rest, Mu Fan had already quietly run 20 laps!
Those who previously mocked me now feel only a numbness, as if their spirit has been ruthlessly crushed and they are utterly powerless to resist.
The boy who had been secretly keeping track of Mu Fan's movements was still watching closely, silently repeating the number of laps Mu Fan had made.
23, 24...
"Lap 24." Mu Fan's calm voice rang out, yet it seemed to carry an unspeakable sarcasm, causing Wang Cheng to call out the wrong slogan for the first time ever.
This naturally elicited a chorus of snickers.
"Numbers 7, 13, and 26, you three, step forward and stand in line as punishment!"
A loud rebuke instantly silenced the entire formation.
Apart from the Starship First Formation that knew the inside story, the other formations were unaware that Mu Fan's next lap was actually his last.
The final lap finally arrived amidst the tense anticipation of a small group of people.
Mu Fan Fanrufeng's figure once again swept past everyone's eyes.
Wang Nuonuo and her team in the first formation have lost all motivation to train.
Their eyes were all fixed on the figure that was getting closer and closer.
It will be soon.
With 500 meters to go, the figure did not slow down.
300 meters to go...
The last 100 meters!
People's breathing began to quicken.
The eyes of many female students in the Medical Department were fixed on this powerful figure. At this moment, Mu Fan had no idea that in the eyes of these Medical Department beauties, he had become the epitome of endurance.
The blue lightning has arrived!
The miracle of 25 laps is about to be completed!
Mu Fan's figure is about to arrive.
20 meters, 10 meters, he's about to...
A discordant detail suddenly appeared in the afterimage left by Mu Fan, a sign that his movements were being subtly adjusted.
The blue lightning suddenly shot into the air.
What is he going to do?!
He leaped high into the air, his figure hovering above the track, head down, body arched forward.
Suddenly, he did a front flip.
Boom!
He did a front somersault of thirty or sixty degrees, and his imposing figure landed heavily on the track.
With his legs firmly planted, the loud sound came from the heavy thud of his feet hitting the ground. He bent over and remained in that position.
At this moment, Wang Cheng was about seven or eight meters in front of him!
However, after landing, Mu Fan slowly straightened up without taking even a single step!
In other words, Mu Fan now very close to 25 laps after 24 laps, but he suddenly stops in the last seven or eight meters.
"What is he going to do?"
Wang Nuonuo stared in shock at the figure that had regained its upright posture, and couldn't help but ask:
"Mu Fan, what's wrong?"
Upon hearing Wang Nuonuo's voice, Mu Fan turned his head and revealed a bright smile. His white teeth, illuminated by the sunlight, momentarily captivated the hearts of countless young girls.
"I'm tired, haha~"
With a loud thud, Mu Fan sat down directly on the ground.
Puff!
This caused several people in the first formation to burst out laughing instantly.
That's a really harsh statement.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Mu Fan supported himself on his knees with both hands, looking at everyone with an innocent smile.
"What do you mean?"
Wang Cheng was clearly furious at Mu Fan's actions.
"I'm too tired, I'm going to rest for a while. There are still 44 minutes left until 120 minutes, you can see for yourself." Mu Fan revealed his watch from Tianwai Technology, the shimmering silver light dazzling everyone's eyes.
"Stand up and come over here. Your punishment is over." Suppressing his anger, Wang Cheng squeezed out his voice through clenched teeth.
"No, it's too tiring." Mu Fan shook his head vigorously.
Damn it, I'm exhausted! I sprinted 25 laps without stopping for a moment, and now, apart from the occasional sweat on my forehead, I'm not even out of breath when I talk. And you still say you're tired!
The boys in the Starship First Formation all had the same thought in their minds: Wow, that's awesome!