Chapter 417: Chapter 192: You Call This a Sprint? (4th Update)
For him, this was justâŠ
Fifty kilometers, thatâs all!
Mu Fanâs figure, like a cheetah, legs crisscrossing as he whooshed by everyone with the wind howling past.
âWho is this guy, punished to run on the first day?â
âCould the instructor have punished him to do a 400-meter sprint? Looking at that explosive power, itâs pretty good, almost like a professional athlete.â
âThis kidâs going to make a splash, anyway, anyone disciplined by the instructor on the first day is a troublemaker, which department is he from?â
As he streaked past the third formation, the clueless students chattered among themselves.
When he streaked past the fourth formation, he, unsurprisingly, drew curious glances once again.
An officer saw him and pointed at Mu Fanâs running figure to a group of students, âSee that, if I catch anyone of you violating rules during military training, youâll also get a chance to âshow your face.'â
The instructorâs words elicited a round of laughter; indeed, a few boys were eager to try.
âInstructor, Iâm pretty fit too, why donât you let me go and compete with him?â
âSit your ass down.â
âInstructor, I apply for punishment!â the boy said with a grin, completely unconcerned about the officerâs sharp reprimand.
âYeah, let him go, instructor, otherwise heâll cause trouble for us,â a group of students egged on, and with the addition of several girls, the boysâ desire to perform heightened.
Mu Fanâs figure passed in front of several formations, quickly vanishing from their sight.
âInstructor, let me go!â
âYeah, instructor, just let him go! Itâs a waste if he doesnât channel all that energy.â
Watching this group of stirred-up students, the instructorâs eyelid twitched, and then he shouted, âWho just spoke up? Chase after him.â
âOoh yeah! Long live the instructor!â
A tall and sturdy boy twisted his neck, bursting from the ranks with an excited howl akin to that of a wolf.
Behind him, a crowd started to cheer louder: âBrother Rocket, go catch him, pass him, let him know you canât just hog the spotlight comfortably even when punished!â
With a hairstyle that shot up like flames and his muscular build, Brother Rocketâs nickname was well-earned.
What started as just an ordinary punishment run exploded into a frenzy when Brother Rocket began his howling chase behind the scenes.
âHoly shit, is this a race?â
âInstructor, what are they doing, is there such an event on the first day of military training?â
A goody-two-shoes raised his hand to ask.
His instructor stared for a while, then seriously said, âThis is a special military training activity, donât ask any more questions.â
A hush fell across the crowd~
The neighboring instructor quietly came over, âDo you know which formation theyâre from? What are they doing?â
The queried lieutenant shook his head, âI donât know, Iâm curious too. Are they doing a physical fitness test? Can the first kid who dashed by maintain that level of charge for five minutes?â
âDoubtful, I reckon three minutes, tops. Weâd all have a hard time.â
It was morning, and under a clear sky, the sunlight made the figure of the young man gleam with exceptional clarity.
But Mu Fan, with his head down, did not give the onlookers a chance to see his face.
Head bowed, he swept past everyone like the wind.
Seven formations from the Fighting Department, followed by nine formations from the Mecha Department.
When passing the fifth formation, after a few students had joined the jeering, they pondered in surprise: The figure looked somewhat familiar.
Campisâs bull-like eyes popped, as under his full sprint, the figure ahead was getting closer.
âFinally catching up to you, Iâve been running since I was a kid. Sorry, but the spotlight is mine, Campis has claimed it!â
The flaming-like hairstyle was swept back by the wind.
This elicited another round of exclamations in his ear.
Campis thoroughly enjoyed being the center of attention.
âThe guy in front is kind of cute, but the one behind him looks so dumb.â
âIs that a newbie from the Culinary Department who set his hair on fire?â
âDoes the person in front owe him money or somethingâŠâ
âI feel like itâs the instructors of these two guys making a bet, and they probably have to run for their lives to avoid suffering!â
The low murmur of the crowd couldnât reach Campisâ ears; he was completely immersed in his own world.
At this moment, over at the first formation of the ship, Wang Cheng glanced at the expressionless Wang Nuonuo, then turned to the group of cadets and said, âTodayâs incident is an exception. If anyone of you has friends or relatives, please let them know not to wander around during military training. If I catch them, I wonât go easy!â
Everyone fell silent as if struck by frost.
âDamn it!â
Suddenly, a loud voice broke the seriousness of the area.
âWho! Stand out for me.â
Wang Cheng roared.
âReporting to the instructor⊠I, Iâm sorry!â A male student stuttered, but his eyes werenât looking at Wang Cheng. He glanced to the right, then suddenly looked down at his watch, and with excitement, he clenched his fist and whispered with excitement, âOh~~~ shit! Instructor, I canât control myself.â
Wang Cheng was so angry that the veins on his head were nearly bursting.
âYou, stand out for me! Explain what youâre doing!â
âHe, he, he is coming! He made it here in just four minutes without slowing down, my goodness.â
Brother Rocket Campis finally caught up to Mu Fan, now just trailing by half a body length, with the kid still looking down and running.
Is he already too tired to go on?
Hahaha, let me be the one to finish you off, let my name, Brother Rocket, resound throughout the whole grade, and may I receive the admiring gazes of numerous girls!
Hahahaha~~~
At that moment, he saw the kid in front lift his head. Was he about to greet me?
Heh, exchange hellos and then I overtake him?
Campis was lost in his own world.
But Mu Fan was paying no attention to Campis chasing behind him; instead, he looked up and glanced ahead.
The first lap was over, right?
Ahead was the formation that Wang Nuonuo was in, and that familiar instructor.
Was he looking at me?
Indeed, as Wang Cheng turned his head, his gaze met with the bright eyes of Mu Fan, who had just looked up.
The youth revealed a relaxed smile, then turned to look at the astonished Wang Nuonuo.
He flashed a warm smile.
Lieutenant Wang Cheng stood to the side as Mu Fanâs figure passed by him.
âSir, the first lap is over.â
This simple sentence was heard clearly by Wang Cheng and the cadets in the first few rows.
There was not a hint of haste in his voice.
Wang Chengâs face was gloomy. His body didnât move, but the words followed the air current carried with Mu Fanâs body to the front.
âHeh, itâs just the first lap. How much longer can you keep up this sprint?â
Indeed, the cadets, whose minds were no longer on military training, were all pondering this question.
What would happen after sprinting for a few more laps?
Would they be panting like cows, or collapse on the ground?
The even more complex whispers of the girls nearby threw Wang Nuonuo into confusion.
She felt she burdened the adult, sobbing inside.
Fifty kilometers; having just completed two, the remaining distance seemed astronomical to Wang Nuonuo.
While the students were bustling and discussing because of what Wang Cheng had said,
unexpectedly, the rushing figure of Mu Fan suddenly came to an abrupt halt and then stopped.
His calm eyes slowly looked back, and his tall figure paired with those thin lips somehow exuded an unspeakable coolness.
âYou call this sprinting?â
Brother Rocket Campis had just passed Mu Fan, not yet having the chance to cheer, when he heard this phrase.
He stumbled, nearly falling headfirst.