Chapter 72 Even they themselves had gotten used to this…
Su Huaijin's jaw clenched, and he squeezed out a low voice through gritted teeth: "What does 'survive' even mean? Does it mean you haven't been beaten to death in a minute?"
Qin Yufei, who was fairly familiar with her because they had fought side by side during the monthly exam, suddenly felt dizzy and whispered, "I heard that the leader of that group of infected people on West Mountain didn't even last ten minutes under the principal's command."
He almost had his neck snapped by the hooded woman's henchmen, and spent the entire winter break having nightmares about losing his head.
Hearing this, the others who had been eavesdropping felt a glimmer of hope.
"Thank goodness, at least someone held on for so long, which means it's not impossible."
"She lasted for almost ten minutes, and we only need to last one minute. We can still catch up with the one-tenth difference, right?"
Qin Yufei's voice was ethereal, as if it came from another world, and it sounded like he had been gone for a while: "Yeah, I heard that several arms and legs were cut off during the process."
Everyone: "..."
Several?!
Why did they suddenly think that it wasn't such a big deal to let the principal go alone to kill the zombie king?
Liang Yi and Su Huaijin are the pure strategists and commanders among the thirteen, with combat abilities barely reaching the average level. They rely entirely on strategy to make up for the gap in regular assessments, but their little bit of cleverness has no room to be used in a 1v1 duel with the principal.
The two were like two fallen leaves, shivering in the cold wind, almost bursting into tears, having completely given up all resistance.
A voice suddenly came from beside me: "Let me go first."
Everyone turned to look, and the voice came from Qin Yufei, who was standing next to Su Huaijin.
He stared at a point in the void ahead, his face bearing a sorrowful look of resignation: "I did alright in the last practical assessment."
If we're talking about who among these people is the most skilled in 1v1 close combat, it has to be him, who has the most robust physique.
If we don't step up first at a time like this, are we supposed to push Xiao Su and Liang Yi out?
Moreover, ever since he lost to that monstrous infected, he spent the entire winter break in the gym practicing hard and felt that he had made considerable progress.
What if... I can hold out for even a minute?
After comforting himself, Qin Yufei took a deep breath and walked towards Fu Qing amidst the respectful gazes of the crowd.
...
Thirty seconds later, the first warrior to take the field lay sprawled out on the playground, looking remarkably peaceful.
Fu Qing remained standing in the same spot, not a single hair out of place.
"Who's next?"
*
If you had to sum up the elite class's content in just two words, it would be "getting beaten up".
— Getting beaten up in various ways.
With so much time and so much to practice, Fu Qing couldn't afford to be lazy. She scheduled one elite class each in the morning and afternoon, and the excessive amount of exercise earned the students a special pardon from the principal, exempting them from physical education and practical classes.
Thanks to the tight schedule, a group of people gathered on the playground on time every day, got a beating, and then dispersed on time, making quite a commotion. The news that "a new class has been established in Fangzhou" quickly spread.
At the same time, news spread that the new class was being taught by the principal himself, which immediately sparked a lot of envious and jealous comments on the forum.
For a long time afterward, many students even went out of their way to watch the principal's classes.
Upon seeing this, the jealousy I felt from not being chosen was miraculously dispelled.
The reason was simple: those thirteen people had been beaten too badly.
In fact, you could tell from Fu Qing's movements that she was very restrained and deliberately avoided vital areas. Although the students were knocked to the ground, they were able to get up quickly, with only a few red marks and bruises on their bodies. After resting for half a day, they were back to normal and could participate in training as usual the next day.
But that's precisely why it's so unpleasant.
What does this mean? It means that the principal didn't even use his full strength when he hit them.
It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
In just six months, Song Rushuang and her group of students transformed from ordinary students into skilled zombie killers, even ranking among the top in more than two thousand people. They were truly the pride of heaven, and it's impossible for them not to harbor some arrogance.
But after spending less than a week in the elite class, all that sharpness was worn away.
Faced with Fu Qing, they realized with despair that their so-called talent was simply not enough.
Fu Qing showed them what a true genius is.
They couldn't understand: they were all human, and their ages weren't that different, so why was there such a big difference?
After being beaten repeatedly, sometimes even in front of many ordinary classmates, the students in the elite class began to experience subtle changes in their mentality.
From the initial fear of fighting the principal, to being beaten into submission, to the shame of discovering that people were watching, and then one day, on an ordinary training day, when he was easily knocked to the ground by the principal for the Nth time, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, a thought suddenly arose in his mind.
—Is she really invincible?
Are there really people in this world who are that strong?
Even just once would be good; if we could hit her even once, it would be enough to repay her for the trust she placed in them.
Otherwise, how will they stand shoulder to shoulder with her in the future?
Once that small flame is ignited, it's not so easy to extinguish.
Then one day, Fu Qing suddenly noticed that when the trainees rushed towards her again, their eyes were different.
It started as one person, but later the number of people increased.
They started to seriously consider defeating her.
Even Su Huaijin, who was the weakest in terms of physical strength, would quickly get up after being knocked down again, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, and charge at her again.
“Let’s do it again,” they said.
Covered in grass clippings and dust, looking disheveled and stubborn, it charged at her again.
Upon realizing this, Fu Qing silently curled the corners of her lips.
The elite class didn't have many students; the gymnasium on the south side of the playground was enough to accommodate everyone. But she still chose the playground as the location for classes, a public place where everyone could see them.
Under the watchful eyes of onlookers, they fought in various ways and defeated them, all to ignite the hidden fighting spirit within the students.
No one can calmly accept repeated failures, let alone these thirteen individuals chosen from among the best of the best.
When they finally find it unbearable, yearn for change, and actively think of ways to defeat her...
The elite training program truly begins from this moment.
From now on, no one can stop them from striding forward.
*
In addition to daily combat training, elite students have another activity that distinguishes them from regular students.
That is, once a week, the whole team goes to a dungeon with Fu Qing.
The simulator has a time acceleration function, which can quickly skip inactive time such as sleep in the instance. However, even so, due to the one-hour time limit per week, many instances often take several weeks to complete.
However, Fu Qing added extra time for the elite class students to use the dungeons. Unless they successfully complete the dungeon or someone dies, they must stay in the dungeon until all tasks are completed.
This often takes up an entire weekend.
After the dungeon runs are finished, the recording needs to be exported, and then a whole day is spent reviewing it.
With daily physical training during the week and elite combat training courses, and one day of dungeon runs and one day of review on the weekend, they are pushing their physical limits almost all the time and surpassing their past selves every day under this hellish schedule.
Never before had anyone been so clearly aware that a transformative change was taking place within their bodies.
call--
A sharp gust of wind swept past, aimed straight at the face, about to strike the vulnerable bridge of the nose head-on, but was blocked with lightning speed at the last second.
The person opposite her grabbed Shen Qingqing's wrist and exerted force, pinning her entire right arm behind her back, twisting and locking the joint with a terrifying cracking sound. The immense pain extending from her shoulder blade caused Shen Qingqing's shoulder to slump involuntarily. She gritted her teeth, suppressing an instinctive groan, and used the twisting force to spin in mid-air, dissipating the force. As her back hit the ground, she nimbly rolled to her feet, tilted her head back, and her gaze once again locked firmly on the figure in front of her, shrouded in pure black combat clothing.
At that moment, the other party cast a detached glance down at them.
This glance, combined with the pain she had just experienced, made Shen Qingqing resemble a wounded animal suddenly filled with ferocity, her fur standing on end, ready to launch another deadly attack at any moment.
Ding-ling-ling!
The piercing ringtone shattered the tense atmosphere of their confrontation. The bracelet vibrated persistently for several seconds before the onlookers snapped out of their daze. Su Huaijin hurriedly turned off the alarm clock.
"Stop! Time's up!"
Song Rushuang rushed forward with an ice pack, first glancing at the principal to confirm that she didn't need a cold compress as usual, before pressing the ice pack onto her roommate's shoulder.
Shen Qingqing's chest heaved violently as she breathed heavily. For about half a minute, she still hadn't recovered from the intense fight.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and her bangs, completely soaked with sweat, hung down in wisps, half-covering her eyes and obscuring her unreadable expression.
Song Rushuang skillfully stroked his hair and back, saying, "Alright, alright, that's all! Wake up!"
After a long while, the cold killing intent in her eyes slowly faded. Shen Qingqing blinked hard, opened her eyes again, and her expression finally returned to its familiar state. She took the ice pack and pressed it against her own hand, whispering "Thank you."
She was still somewhat absent-minded, clearly already mentally reviewing the battle that had just taken place.
Song Rushuang looked at her roommate and couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.
Where can you find the shy and bashful figure that Shen Qingqing had when we first met last year?
Agile movements, a sharp aura, calm on-the-spot judgment, and ruthless, direct attacks that strike vital points—
All of this made her look more like a killer than a student.
In fact, it's not just Shen Qingqing.
Song Ru's eyes swept over the crowd on the sidelines with a subtle look, finally stopping on her own hand. The ice pack from earlier left water stains on her palm. She rubbed her palm with her five fingers together and felt a rough, thick callus.
Each of them is different from the past.
There was only one person who looked exactly the same as when the elite training class had just started a few months ago. That fierce fight didn't even seem like a warm-up for her. Her breathing was steady, and her skin was dry. As always, she made people feel frustrated while also being awestruck by the unfathomable depth of her strength.
Fu Qing bent down, picked up a mineral water bottle from the side, took a sip, and then walked to the sidelines. He looked down at Su Huaijin's wristband record and a rare look of approval appeared in his eyes: "1 minute and 1 second, close combat is qualified, not bad."
Everyone looked at the principal with complicated expressions.
Judging from Shen Qingqing's dazed state, it was clear that she had truly given it her all in this fight, even going so far as to try to kill.
But for the principal, this was just one of dozens of one-on-one training sessions every day.
Defeating opponents, analyzing data, helping them identify weaknesses, and improving in a targeted manner—since the start of the elite training program, Fu Qing has been repeating these tasks every day. All students are growing rapidly in this process, experiencing their own changes from the increasingly obvious gap between themselves and other students in each monthly exam.
But the distance between us remains so vast.
No matter how hard they ran, they could only helplessly watch from afar as that person walked calmly and unhurriedly ahead of everyone, standing at that unparalleled height, looking down at everyone with an indifferent expression.
But what's amazing is that, from the initial resentment, anger, and self-doubt, they have gradually become accustomed to this endless pursuit.
...
Fu Qing ticked a box in his notebook: "Training is over this morning. Remember to go to the simulation pod to practice weapon combat this afternoon."
Song Rushuang's thoughts were interrupted. Hearing this, she snapped out of her reverie and quickly straightened her back along with the others, answering loudly.
"yes."
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