At the first light of the next morning, the playground was already bustling with people, and everyone lined up in an orderly manner to welcome the physical training of the new day.
Chen Xinyue stood close to Lu Kewu, her eyes like knives, fixed on Song Jiao not far away, trying to convey her dissatisfaction and provocation with her eyes.
However, Song Jiao seemed to be out of the matter, turning a blind eye to everything around her, with a faint smile on her lips.
With a command, the 30-kilometer weighted run began.
Song Jiao blended into the crowd lightly, with steady breathing and steady steps. Even a heavy burden could not hinder her lightness.
After one lap, she remained calm and sneered in her heart. These so-called trainings were nothing compared to the pain she had endured during the time travel.
The following training items took turns, whether it was a strength competition or an agility test, Song Jiao was like a bamboo unstoppable, repeatedly breaking records and attracting everyone's attention.
Lu Kewu's gaze lingered on Song Jiao for a moment, and a hint of imperceptible admiration flashed in his eyes.
He never imagined that this woman actually possessed such unfathomable strength, and her figure became increasingly similar to the figure in his memory.
Chen Xinyue saw all of this, and the jealousy in her heart was like wildfire, difficult to calm down.
She clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she felt no pain.
After the training, Chen Xinyue deliberately slowed down her pace. When the crowd dispersed, she stopped Song Jiao alone. "You seem very strong?"
There was provocation and reluctance in her tone.
Song Jiao smiled calmly, her eyes revealing confidence and composure. "It's natural."
Her words were concise and powerful.
"Then do you dare to come and practice?" Chen Xinyue stretched out his right hand and shook it provocatively.
Song Jiao glanced at her nonchalantly, then shook her head with a playful smile on her lips. "You'd better call a few more helpers, otherwise I might accidentally hurt you, which would be terrible."
"You!" Chen Xinyue was so enraged that she was about to burst into flames. "What a big tone! Don't blame me for being rude!"
After saying that, she turned around and called over a few burly, muscular men, with a sly glint in her eyes, "Don't cry if you lose later!"
The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. A tit-for-tat contest was about to take place, and people gathered around to watch the show.
The seven big men stood like an iron tower, and together with Chen Xinyue, there were eight people in total, surrounding Song Jiao aggressively.
Chen Xinyue's eyes flashed, and she signaled everyone to attack together, as if she wanted to completely submerge Song Jiao in this torrent of power.
However, Song Jiao just smiled lightly and her figure flashed like a ghost.
She just waved her hand casually and easily blocked the attack of the crowd. Then she kicked out, causing a strong man to stagger back, and then she threw another big man to the ground over her shoulder.
Everyone was shocked and rushed forward again, but none of them could escape the fate of being knocked down one by one by Song Jiao.
Her strength was astonishing, and every time she attacked, there was a gust of wind, as if even the air was cheering for her.
When Chen Xinyue was the only one left on the scene, Song Jiao slowly twisted her arms and neck, making a slight clicking sound, with a faint smile on her face.
"The warm-up is over. Now comes the real competition." Her voice was calm and firm, revealing endless confidence and dominance.
Chen Xinyue gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with unwillingness and anger. She kicked the ground hard and pounced on Song Jiao like a cheetah.
However, after just one round, Chen Xinyue fell heavily to the ground like a scarecrow blown down by the wind.
"Ah!" She screamed in pain. The pain in her body surged like a tide, making her gasp.
She struggled to get up, but found that her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and the pain was so severe that she could hardly breathe.
Lu Kewu witnessed Song Jiao's powerful strength, and a look of disbelief and shock flashed in his eyes.
He quickly stepped forward, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness and persuasion: "Ji Qing, this is just a daily sparring match, don't ruin the atmosphere!"
Song Jiao gently dusted off her hands, a playful smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes pointed directly at Lu Kewu: "Governor, how is the progress of the investigation you promised yesterday? We are all waiting for the results."
Lu Kewu frowned slightly. He didn't expect Song Jiao to press the issue so urgently, so he could only perfunctorily say, "It takes time to export the data. Please be patient and wait. I will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation and seek justice for the brothers who sacrificed their lives."
Song Jiao's smile widened upon hearing this, but a subtle hint of provocation flashed in her eyes. "Actually, Your Excellency, there's no need to go to so much trouble. Give me two hours, and I can finish exporting the data. Even if it's deleted information, I can restore it one by one."
Lu Kewu lowered his eyes upon hearing this, and a hint of warning was revealed in his tone: "Ji Qing, you should understand the principle that 'doing too much evil will eventually lead to your own destruction'. Some things cannot be rushed."
Song Jiao still maintained that unpredictable smile, her eyes flashing with confidence and determination: "Really? Then I want to see who has the last laugh. Governor, let's wait and see!"
These words were undoubtedly a naked provocation to Lu Kewu.
He clenched his fists, veins bulged, and an indescribable rage surged in his heart.
If it were anyone else, he would have dealt with it last night. But now, he had to act cautiously and resolve this issue as quickly as possible before the situation escalated.
After Lu Kewu and Chen Xinyue left angrily, several old men with white hair and beards slowly approached Song Jiao, their eyes full of worry and helplessness.
One of the elders sighed softly, his tone revealing a hint of blame and admonition: "Ji Qing, why bother to provoke him? He is not only the governor who holds great power, but also the direct descendant of the Lu family chaebol. He has a strong background. By doing this, you are undoubtedly making enemies for yourself!"
Another old man echoed, "Yes, it's a good thing for young people to be energetic, but they also need to understand the situation clearly. In my opinion, you should find an opportunity to admit your mistakes and make a big deal out of a small matter."
"I think so too. He who knows the current affairs is a hero." Another old man spoke, his words full of earnestness.
The old men around nodded one after another, seemingly worried about Song Jiao's future.
However, Song Jiao just glanced at them indifferently, "So what if the Lu family is a chaebol? I have my own ways to deal with it." Her voice was calm and powerful.
She already had a plan in mind: making mechas was her specialty and also her confidence.
She wants to study the latest generation of mechas and prove with her strength that no matter how powerful the Lu family is, it is no longer the only choice of the Federation.
By then, it’s not certain who will ask whom for help.
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