The phalanx running technique was borrowed by Jia Xitong from her previous world; when traveling, a group of people have an advantage over a single person.
The four-segment time division method was a method Shang Yanting used when cleaning libraries, and it was extremely efficient.
One day later
Special Team successfully completed 400.
At this point, the fastest runner had completed nearly 600 kilometers, and the slowest runner had completed more than 500 kilometers. The special team was now far behind.
However, at this moment, the disciples, who had been marching at high intensity all day, finally couldn't hold on any longer.
People stopped to rest one after another, and some even fell asleep on the ground.
Of course, some people are still pushing forward despite the odds, but their speed has clearly slowed down.
The special team continued their journey rhythmically once again.
night
The moon outside was not full, and the light was dim.
Unable to use magical artifacts or spiritual power, and unable to rely on magical beasts (Jia Xitong), they each carried a torch and hurried through the darkness of the early morning.
Day 2
daytime
As the sun rose, they caught up with the last disciple.
He was still asleep when he was awakened by the sound of footsteps.
Seeing such a large group of people behind him, he abandoned his sleep and packed his backpack to catch up. However, he soon ran out of energy again and gradually fell behind as he couldn't keep up with them.
Once you catch up with the first one, there will be a second, a third, a fourth...
As they overtook more and more people, Special Class climbed from last place to the middle. Only then did those focused on the first half notice that Special Class had silently caught up. They were perfectly synchronized; although their clothes were now disheveled, their spirits were much higher than the others, and their speed remained unchanged.
Inside the test field.
The person being overtaken seemed somewhat surprised when the special team overtook him from the side.
Some people are striving to catch up, while others are so exhausted that they collapse on the ground to rest.
The special task force didn't react much to their actions, because Shang Yanting had already warned them that the previous two days were about competing with him in speed. Completing each mission and minimizing physical exertion was what they needed to do.
The disciples of the special training class can now even collapse the moment Shang Yanting calls for a rest, falling asleep within two breaths. Then, they automatically wake up an hour later and continue their journey.
night
It was pitch black all around.
The unique torches traversed the desolate mountains and wilderness.
While others are still on their way, how can you sleep?
Seeing these advancing torches, the disciples nearby realized they had been overtaken. Should they stand up and run, and keep pulling everyone up?
They wanted to, but they were powerless to do so.
They used most of their strength to travel on the first day, and on the second day they were pushing their bodies to the limit. Now that they have finally managed to lie down, they don't even want to move their arms anymore.
Everyone watched helplessly as the special team moved forward, the flames receding further and further away from them.
Day three.
The special team has moved from the middle ranks to the front.
There were others ahead of them, of course, but they were all disciples struggling to hold on.
The number of people around them dwindled, but with each disciple they passed, their excitement grew. This emotion could also be interpreted as euphoria.
Despite consistently ranking at the bottom, they have managed to continuously surpass others.
afternoon
They unexpectedly ran into Qu Changxi again.
He was standing by the roadside, and a student next to him was panting heavily.
When he saw the neatly arranged special platoon passing by, his eyes widened, his mouth formed an "O" shape, and he was almost speechless with astonishment.
"Have you maintained this formation since we set off?"
"right."
Shang Yanting followed at the back of the group, carrying a small raccoon that could no longer fly in his left arm. He gave a brief greeting to him and didn't stop walking.
"This special team is amazing!"
The disciple next to Qu Changxi said, panting heavily.
Are the special class members really that good?
This teacher is amazing.
Qu Changxi watched the departing formation, realizing that group work could both support the weak and empower the strong. At the beginning, don't rush to be number one; conserve your energy strategically.
In this way, he wouldn't have to abandon his other disciples; he could only help the one in front of him.
Why didn't he think of this way of dealing with the test?
Qu Changxi sighed softly, regretting that she realized it too late.
The school's screening room.
The focus has once again shifted to the special task force.
"That's impressive."
"The whole class ran to the front; this teacher is a very capable leader."
"This teacher is so young, she can't be a major professor, right?"
These various factions, large and small, haven't taken a liking to the students yet, but they have their eyes on Shang Yanting.
As time continued to pass, with five hours remaining until the end of the first test, they were now only about 170 or 180 kilometers away from their destination.
Like the other disciples, they were exhausted, had blisters on their feet, had long since run out of food, and even water.
Everyone moved forward thanks to their sheer energy and willpower.
Several times, some people dropped out along the way, and some lay on the ground unable to get up.
Then he was placed in the middle and herded along by his companions. The most formidable of them all was probably Shang Yanting, who was always at the back, like a giant of steel.
The raccoon is just a rag in the giant's hand.
She collapsed not long after the Long March began, struggling for several hours each day before Shang Yanting carried her along.
"Teacher Yan, let's not rest anymore, let's go straight to our destination!"
As more and more people surpass others, everyone also wants to compete for the top spots.
The higher the ranking, the greater the chance of graduating.
"good."
This time, Shang Yanting did not stop him.
The finish line is getting closer.
They even overtook two people along the way.
In the last ten kilometers, the whole class finally stopped.
"The competition is all about winning first place. The finish line is not far ahead of you. Those who still have the energy, keep pushing forward."
Shang Yanting pointed in the direction of the finish line and said.
Let them all start from the same point and run towards the finish line. This is the fairest way to determine who comes in first and who comes in last among twenty-odd people.
A running exit
Everyone rushed forward like wild horses.
These young men, who have lost five pounds in three days, are desperately squeezing out every last bit of energy, all holding their breath as they sprint toward the finish line.
Liu Tianhua was overtaken by a fast-running student from the special class in the last few kilometers.
He was taken aback when the first person overtook him.
When the second person overtook him, he rallied to catch up.
When the third person overtook him, he started cursing.
Holy crap!
Where did these people come from?!
Liu Tianhua had to speed up to keep up with them, and he was almost out of breath. In the end, he got eighth place!
From first to twenty-first, except for eighth, they were all from the special class!
When the results were revealed, even the elderly host was stunned.
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