"Is anyone else here?" the burly teacher asked for the second time.
But not a single person in the entire formation moved; they simply stared indifferently at the two people running on the playground.
Under such a blazing sun, it's so rare to be able to rest in the shade of a tree.
If someone is not mentally unstable, why would they voluntarily help others run?
Besides, even if this guy named Su Feng didn't finish running, it wouldn't affect them at all; in fact, they were almost implicated by him.
How can I help?
Let him run!
Run him to death!
The burly man shook his head slightly and asked for the third time, "Is there really no one to help?"
"Fifty people, each of them running four laps, would actually finish the race."
"In just ten minutes, we'll be able to go back to the classroom, enjoy the air conditioning, and sit and rest!"
This third question caused the entire formation to waver somewhat.
Several boys broke away from the formation, walked onto the track, and began to run.
With one person taking the lead, the others began to feel uneasy and started to break away from the group in twos and threes. In the end, only a dozen or so people remained in the entire formation of fifty.
Thirty-odd people ran two hundred laps, which averages out to about six or seven laps per person.
In reality, they didn't run that many; after all, with so many people, it's hard to count.
After everyone returned, the burly teacher nodded in satisfaction. "I have a question I'd like to ask you all."
"If your teammate encounters difficulties on the battlefield of the heavens, will you help him?"
As he spoke, the burly teacher casually pointed to a guy who looked somewhat frail and answered.
The man was silent for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes!"
"Yes!" The burly teacher nodded. "You can."
"And what about you?" The burly teacher's finger landed on a girl again, and he asked with a smile.
His words were very gentle, like a teacher earnestly giving a lesson to his students.
"Me?...I think I can too!"
"After all, we're teammates, aren't we?" the girl replied timidly, even explaining her reasons for helping.
Since they are teammates, we should offer our help.
"Then why didn't you guys help your teammates run just now?"
"Is it because running is too difficult?" The burly teacher suddenly changed the subject, pointing the finger at the students who hadn't run.
The group of people were stunned. Hadn't they just been targeting Su Feng alone?
Why are we now pointing the finger at them?
"It's not difficult... but we haven't really accepted him as our teammate!" someone muttered discontentedly.
"So... you're running for your teammates, right?" The burly teacher's tone was off, and he spoke in a deep voice.
"In that case, your task for the second half of the class is two hundred laps each!"
"No one can run in their place! They have no teammates here!"
No sooner had the burly teacher finished speaking than someone in the line shouted, "This isn't fair!"
"We're just freshmen, not even first-level martial artists! We can't possibly finish those two hundred laps!"
"Then how did they finish running?" The burly teacher pointed to the group who had just returned from running on the playground and answered the man's question directly.
"Because they are a collective! But you are not!"
"Go run!"
The burly teacher shouted angrily, and the group of people dared not speak again, and all walked towards the playground.
Those who were originally just watching the show have now all become actors.
He Xinnian stood next to Su Feng, panting heavily, and said, "Brother Feng, that's good now."
"I never imagined we'd end up being the ones watching the show!"
"It's much easier now."
He Xinnian didn't actually run that many laps, maybe a dozen or so, but he hadn't specifically studied running and didn't understand anything about breath control.
He simply relied on his physical strength and physique to force his way along with Su Feng.
After those dozen or so laps, he was exhausted.
"Yeah, I thought I'd have to run all 200 laps by myself."
"I didn't expect this teacher to suddenly pull this stunt; it's quite interesting." Su Feng regulated his breathing, trying to match the rhythm with He Xinnian's.
Avoid revealing yourself.
Before Su Feng could finish adjusting, the burly teacher glanced in Su Feng's direction and shouted, "You, disperse!"
After hearing this, everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts.
This burly teacher is unpredictable; keeping him here is no good!
Watching everyone leave, Su Feng and He Xinnian also prepared to flee.
But the burly teacher yelled at them again, "Su Feng, you don't need to come to class this afternoon!"
"Report to the Faculty of Arts!"
"Starting today, you'll attend the Martial Arts Academy in the morning, the Arts Academy in the afternoon, and the elite district in the evenings as you see fit!"
"This is the plan that Professor Zhong arranged for you!"
......
After the two left, they headed towards the cafeteria.
To Su Feng's complete surprise, the academy had even arranged all his meals.
They ate in the professors' canteen, and what they ate for each meal was specially arranged.
Unfortunately, the meal was expensive, and every dish was prepared for Su Feng at Zhong Ziqi's expense.
I won't be able to enjoy this perk during the New Year.
However, the food for He Xinnian was also quite good. Living in a superior dormitory, he naturally enjoyed the same high-class dining experience.
One good thing about Southern Xinjiang University is that although the meals are tiered, all the meals are free, and students don't need to pay a single penny.
Because both primary and secondary dormitories at Southern Xinjiang University are free, even if a family is struggling financially, there is absolutely no need to worry about meals.
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