"I mean, what did you just say?"
What is he talking about!?
The breath of Campis and the formation students almost stopped at the same time.
Even Wang Cheng wore an indescribable expression on his face.
"What are you talking about?"
Finally, Wang Cheng couldn't help but ask.
"I started sprinting."
Mu Fan said another sentence, leaving everyone in the formation ecstatic.
Did he just say... he's starting to sprint now?
"Sprinting 24 laps?"
"Sprinting 48 kilometers, I admit I couldn't help but laugh inappropriately."
"This guy's bluffing is really over the top."
A group of boys who didn't like Mu Fan began to speak, and grabbing attention wasn't supposed to be done this way.
Indeed, Wang Cheng looked coldly towards Mu Fan and said without a hint of emotion in his voice, "If you think you can, then sprint, I'm looking forward to it."
The last four words, delivered in a playful tone, caused some people to burst into laughter.
But Wang Nuonuo suddenly shouted, "Mu Fan, you can do it!"
This unique shout attracted a warning look from Wang Cheng and also caused a commotion among the boys in the formation.
"Still defending that guy until now, my goddess, you're breaking my heart!"
"I'm about to expose the true face of that pretender."
While people were buzzing with discussions, a skinny boy looked puzzled at his companions, thinking to himself, Is it only me who noticed the guy with the Rocket hairstyle next to us?
Man, Campis is currently roaring with internal thunderstorms.
Blowing such outrageous nonsense could kill someone, huh.
But Mu Fan didn't disappoint him; the nonsense he hadn't finished kept going.
Hearing Wang Nuonuo's cheering, Mu Fan slowly extended his left arm and gave a thumbs up.
This silent gesture told Wang Nuonuo, "I got it."
He bent down again, took a deep breath, and silently counted in his heart:
Three, two, one!
Bang!
A figure burst forth!
A gust of wind rose from the spot, and as Campis, who had already advanced more than ten meters, suddenly felt a fierce gust of wind beside him and then saw a fleeting shadow surge forward.
Bloody hell.
He had heard it too, 48 kilometers, but this was a speed suitable for a 100-meter dash.
The formation was eerily quiet.
Eve, with her delicate face and smooth blonde hair, curiously watched Mu Fan's retreating figure, whispering, "She's quite impressive."
Hearing this, Wang Nuonuo turned around proudly and said, "She really is impressive."
"Ha, even though she's your friend, do you honestly think she can maintain this sprint speed for forty-eight kilometers? It's no joke."
Following the other's sarcastic remark, Wang Nuonuo looked over and saw a girl with obvious eye makeup and brown hair next to Eve, her thin lips and high cheekbones giving her face a sharp look.
"I believe in him!!"
"Giggle, we shall see. Eve, you'd better keep your eyes open and not be deceived," the brown-haired girl responded with a laugh, paying no further attention to Wang Nuonuo.
Upset, Wang Nuonuo turned back and continued with his stance training.
While everyone resumed their training, their minds were still fixated on the silent contest unfolding between Mu Fan and the officer.
Like the wind, Mu Fan's figure once again swept past the Fighting Department, where the students craned their necks looking for Campis.
It took eight seconds to spot the Rocket Head.
"Brother Rocket, you're not doing so well, run faster hahaha."
"Campis, activate your Rocket Power."
Listening to his comrades' heckling, Rocket Head Campis let out a furious roar, "Amass strength for a thin launch, ever heard of coming from behind?"
The only response to him was a burst of laughter, even the instructor couldn't help but laugh. All that awaited the "Rocket Head" next was a tough exercise session.
In the First Circular Stadium, filled with over ten thousand people, the trainees and officers once again saw Mu Fan's figure swift as the wind, and this time it was even more wild, more fierce, and more thrilling!
His blue-gray training uniform flashed like lightning!
"This kid... he's going to fly."
An officer murmured.
Indeed, Mu Fan was going to fly!
His eyes were calm and indifferent, not a single drop of sweat appeared on his forehead even now.
His breath was long and sustained, his stride terrifyingly precise, every step a perfect mechanical reproduction.
The power and heat that surged from the muscles in his limbs seemed endless.
For Mu Fan, running was simply an instinct in his life.
Originally on Loga Star, in order to survive, he wrapped in stardust and ran across the wilderness every night.
In order to survive, he ran towards the sunrise in the darkest early mornings.
In order to survive, on Purple Jade Star, he raced Star Beasts and chased after Winged Beasts thousands of feet in the air!
In order to survive, on Planet 131, he raced against nest booms of insects, flattening hundreds of Zeg in desperate situations with Thousand Fierce Rain!
His legs, his arms, were Mu Fan's most strong and reliable support while standing on Ding Chuan.
And now, for the first time, he was running not just to survive. He was running so his friends wouldn't have to suffer the slightest grievance, so what did being misunderstood matter to him?
As for whether other people misunderstood and thought he was showing off, Mu Fan had never considered this; he only cared about whether he and the people around him were alright.
In his world, there were only him and his companions!
Wasn't it just running?
Then run!
His gaze unfluctuating, amidst the attention of crowd after crowd, his form streaked past Wang Cheng like lightning.
The boy who had just been punished to stand couldn't help but check his wristwatch again.
"Oh~~~ damn, 3, 3 minutes! 2 kilometers!"
With a bang, his buttocks received a heavy kick from Wang Cheng, but it didn't affect the boy's enthusiastic tone in the slightest.
As for the other formations that had not yet settled back into military training mode, they once again saw that wind-like racing figure.
His black hair was blown back by the fierce airflow, revealing his calm and resolute profile.
"This guy is really... quite handsome!"
"I want to know which class he's from?"
Finally, Mu Fan had caught the attention of some of the female trainees.
As for the Fifth Formation of the Mecha Department, someone finally recognized Mu Fan. It was the boy who had sat next to Mu Fan in the large classroom that morning.
He stared with his mouth agape. Wasn't this the guy who sat by him this morning?
He was a special recruit, right? How come he's running here?
Damn, the instructor really is a freak! So their special training is this, he shivered, quickly wiping away the envious thoughts he had earlier in his heart.
The fourth lap!
Mu Fan once again streaked past the Medical Department, this time, the sea of beauties of the Medical Department focused all their attention on him.
Chuchu was already covering her cherry lips in surprise.
All around her ears was the fluttering buzz of conversation, clearly, Mu Fan's entirely abnormal running posture had garnered the attention of these high-caliber students from the Medical Department.
Moreover, Mu Fan's handsome face was already causing some to swoon.
But more people were analyzing Mu Fan's physical condition with shock in their hearts.
This definitely couldn't be a normal human!
What on earth was he trying to do?
As Mu Fan transformed into lightning and streaked past the First Formation of the Ship Department, he left behind a light remark.
"Fourth lap."
Wang Cheng froze, looking toward the boy he had just kicked.
"How many minutes?"
"Exactly 3 minutes! Not a second more..." answered the boy who was called, staring at his stopwatch, clearly remembering the time from Mu Fan's previous lap.