"Go for it!"
The shouts on the track field were thunderous, naturally cheering for Lin Tian and Zhao Weitao, both running lap after lap on the track, each carrying sixty pounds.
"Lin Tian, admit defeat. I’ve run marathons before; your stamina and endurance are far inferior to mine." Zhao Weitao glanced at Lin Tian, who was almost neck and neck with him, maintaining his confident gaze.
"This boring contest should be over." Lin Tian was too lazy to engage in a war of words with him. Without even looking at him, he accelerated his pace, and under everyone’s gaze, began to pull away from Zhao Weitao, widening the distance.
"Damn, Lin Tian is accelerating!"
"Does he even understand the technique of running with weights? What a damn fool."
"That’s right, accelerating like this is just wasting stamina. Keeping a steady pace and preserving energy is the key to winning."
"With this kind of running style, his stamina will be depleted in less than a thousand ters. He’ll end up losing embarrassingly."
...
Seeing Lin Tian accelerate and widen the gap, many people cheered, but those who understood long-distance running began to look down on him, even cursing Lin Tian for being brainless.
The girls from Biology Class One didn’t care whether others understood or not. They were ecstatic seeing Lin Tian pulling ahead. He Xiaofei and Mu Binglan exchanged a glance but shook their heads.
"Mr. Xiao, are you very familiar with Lin Tian?" He Xiaofei asked, puzzled by Xiao Manxuan’s calm deanor.
"Kind of." Xiao Manxuan didn’t know what she was getting at, so she just nodded.
"Then what does he an by this?" He Xiaofei asked, perplexed.
Xiao Manxuan thought for a mont and said, "He probably just wants to finish quickly."
He Xiaofei and Mu Binglan took this to an sothing else, thinking Lin Tian just wanted to quickly deplete his stamina and lose faster. He Xiaofei could only smile bitterly. Initially, she still held a slim hope for Lin Tian, but now it seed there was no chance. How could soone who didn’t even know the basics of long-distance running win the race?
"Xiao Zhuang, this person from your class... if he runs like that, even an ox would collapse from exhaustion." Instructor Chen shook his head and sighed, implying a certain loss.
Zhuang Yuan smiled calmly and said, "An ox would indeed tire out, but what if he’s a dark horse?"
"A dark horse?" Instructor Chen chuckled, amused. "Xiao Zhuang, if he’s a dark horse, I’ll wash your clothes for a week. If not, and he collapses, you wash mine for a week. How about that?"
"You two have been competing ever since you were recruits; you never miss a chance to compete." A comrade beside them said helplessly.
"Of course, we are each other’s motivation." Instructor Chen said proudly.
Zhuang Yuan patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Old Chen, get ready to wash my clothes for a week."
"I’m just curious, why do you have such confidence in him?" Instructor Chen asked, puzzled.
Zhuang Yuan pointed to his eyes and said seriously, "The eyes. I can see sothing in his gaze."
"Xiao Zhuang, that’s too mystical. What can you see in his eyes? Does it say ’I’m a dark horse’ or ’confidence’?" Instructor Chen laughed.
"Not confidence." Zhuang Yuan shook his head, his expression very strange. After a mont, he said, "It’s hard to describe, disdain? No, contempt? Not exactly either. Like a lion looking down on a rabbit, right, like a superior looking down on prey, very indifferent."
This was even more mystical, but the instructors seed infected by his words. They all fell silent, as if trying to recall what kind of gaze Lin Tian had earlier.
The happiest person, without a doubt, was Zhao Weitao. When he saw Lin Tian accelerating ahead, he was inwardly delighted. This was clearly a rush to lose.
One lap, two laps... Lin Tian kept running, eventually lapping Zhao Weitao once, which silenced those who called him foolish. Zhao Weitao, who had remained calm, now showed signs of anxiety but reassured himself that it was okay. Lin Tian would collapse after another two laps.
Three laps, four laps, those who called him foolish were completely silenced. Lin Tian was three whole laps ahead of Zhao Weitao, a distance of twelve hundred ters. People who rarely exercised couldn’t even finish that distance, let alone while carrying loads.
The students from the bioscience departnt went wild, their cheers growing even more intense, their blood and passion fully ignited by Lin Tian. In contrast, the students from the dical school, while still cheering loudly, had lost much of their montum.
They were anxious, but Zhao Weitao was even more anxious. Being three laps ahead without showing any signs of fatigue destroyed whatever was left of his self-confidence.
"It can’t be, he must be using up his last burst of energy, and will soon be exhausted." Zhao Weitao comforted himself, but couldn’t help accelerating.
But no matter how he accelerated, Lin Tian was now four laps ahead of him.
"This is insane!"
"This is a total blowout!"
As Lin Tian gained more laps, the entire field fell silent, completely stunned by him, including the instructors. anwhile, Zhao Weitao was gasping heavily, slowing down with each step, everyone could see he was just hanging on.
Finally, Zhao Weitao went from running to walking, then stopped, bent halfway over, hands on his knees, gasping for air.
Watching Lin Tian’s seemingly reckless running, which to them was all-out, Lin Tian knew he hadn’t even ward up yet.
"I quit!" Zhao Weitao gasped a few tis before announcing loudly.
Boom...
The noise erupted over the field, the challenger admitting defeat first, leaving no room for regrets.
"He’s... he’s still going."
Many noticed that the already far-ahead Lin Tian, rather than stopping, maintained the sa pace. Lin Tian’s lap count increased steadily. Now, the entire field was silent, and Zhao Weitao seed spellbound by the ’Dingshen Curse,’ watching Lin Tian without moving.
Was he regretting, or unwilling to give up? Or was he plotting so new tactic? Only he knew.
"Lin Tian, you’ve already won, you can stop. Running further will only humiliate Zhao Weitao." A classmate advised.
"So people shouldn’t be given a chance; when you face them, finish them completely, bury them in the dirt." Lin Tian replied coldly.
"Twenty laps, twenty-five laps..." After a mont of silence, the students began counting Lin Tian’s laps together, counting each lap he completed.
Each count sent a wave of shock through them, the only thing they could do was count Lin Tian’s laps, feeling their heartbeats quicken with each number.
Forty laps... forty-two laps...
The students counted; originally sitting on the grass, everyone stood up, including the dical students. At this mont, they stood for just one person—it was an act of respect, of reverence, because Lin Tian had accomplished what no one else on the field could.
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