Chapter 417: Chapter 192: You Call This a Sprint? (4th Update)
For him, this was just…
Fifty kilometers, that’s all!
Mu Fan’s figure, like a cheetah, legs crisscrossing as he whooshed by everyone with the wind howling past.
“Who is this guy, punished to run on the first day?”
“Could the instructor have punished him to do a 400-meter sprint? Looking at that explosive power, it’s pretty good, almost like a professional athlete.”
“This kid’s going to make a splash, anyway, anyone disciplined by the instructor on the first day is a troublemaker, which department is he from?”
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 Fan’s running figure to a group of students, “See that, if I catch anyone of you violating rules during military training, you’ll also get a chance to ‘show your face.'”
The instructor’s words elicited a round of laughter; indeed, a few boys were eager to try.
“Instructor, I’m pretty fit too, why don’t you let me go and compete with him?”
“Sit your ass down.”
“Instructor, I apply for punishment!” the boy said with a grin, completely unconcerned about the officer’s sharp reprimand.
“Yeah, let him go, instructor, otherwise he’ll cause trouble for us,” a group of students egged on, and with the addition of several girls, the boys’ desire to perform heightened.
Mu Fan’s figure passed in front of several formations, quickly vanishing from their sight.
“Instructor, let me go!”
“Yeah, instructor, just let him go! It’s a waste if he doesn’t channel all that energy.”
Watching this group of stirred-up students, the instructor’s eyelid twitched, and then he shouted, “Who just spoke up? Chase after him.”
“Ooh yeah! Long live the instructor!”
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: “Brother Rocket, go catch him, pass him, let him know you can’t just hog the spotlight comfortably even when punished!”
With a hairstyle that shot up like flames and his muscular build, Brother Rocket’s 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.
“Holy shit, is this a race?”
“Instructor, what are they doing, is there such an event on the first day of military training?”
A goody-two-shoes raised his hand to ask.
His instructor stared for a while, then seriously said, “This is a special military training activity, don’t ask any more questions.”
A hush fell across the crowd~
The neighboring instructor quietly came over, “Do you know which formation they’re from? What are they doing?”
The queried lieutenant shook his head, “I don’t know, I’m curious too. Are they doing a physical fitness test? Can the first kid who dashed by maintain that level of charge for five minutes?”
“Doubtful, I reckon three minutes, tops. We’d all have a hard time.”
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.
Campis’s bull-like eyes popped, as under his full sprint, the figure ahead was getting closer.
“Finally catching up to you, I’ve been running since I was a kid. Sorry, but the spotlight is mine, Campis has claimed it!”
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.
“The guy in front is kind of cute, but the one behind him looks so dumb.”
“Is that a newbie from the Culinary Department who set his hair on fire?”
“Does the person in front owe him money or something…”
“I feel like it’s the instructors of these two guys making a bet, and they probably have to run for their lives to avoid suffering!”
The low murmur of the crowd couldn’t reach Campis’ 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, “Today’s 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 won’t go easy!”
Everyone fell silent as if struck by frost.
“Damn it!”
Suddenly, a loud voice broke the seriousness of the area.
“Who! Stand out for me.”
Wang Cheng roared.
“Reporting to the instructor… I, I’m sorry!” A male student stuttered, but his eyes weren’t 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, “Oh~~~ shit! Instructor, I can’t control myself.”
Wang Cheng was so angry that the veins on his head were nearly bursting.
“You, stand out for me! Explain what you’re doing!”
“He, he, he is coming! He made it here in just four minutes without slowing down, my goodness.”
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 Fan’s figure passed by him.
“Sir, the first lap is over.”
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 Cheng’s face was gloomy. His body didn’t move, but the words followed the air current carried with Mu Fan’s body to the front.
“Heh, it’s just the first lap. How much longer can you keep up this sprint?”
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.
“You call this sprinting?”
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.