New World Calendar 97, March 12.

Liu Xiang woke up at 3 o'clock in the morning, and then said that he couldn't sleep.

Today, I will officially start my martial arts cultivation.

Liu Xiang dragged Zhao Guangming up at 4 o'clock.

For the first time, the two of them didn't have time to go to class.

I came to the playground before 5 o'clock.

There are a lot of students who are as expectant as Liu Xiang.

All the hot-blooded teenagers have gathered.

There are no other classes, only students in key classes.

At five o'clock, Lei Jin came to the playground on time.

The martial arts students of the key class consciously arranged in three rows according to their height.

Liu Xiang looked left and right, Qian Doudou was not there.

Damn, I started eating small stoves on the first day.

In addition to Qian Doudou, there are exactly 30 people, who stand neatly and neatly, and they all use Lei Jin to name them.

"Everyone turn left and run!" Lei Jin didn't talk nonsense, and ordered directly.

Running laps? Oh, probably have to warm up first. After all, you have to warm up to play ball.

Although Liu Xiang was a little confused, he also ran with his classmates.

One lap, two laps......

has already run three laps, Lei Jin has not shouted to stop, Liu Xiang has been running in the first place, Zhao Guangming has been set for a lap and a half.

When Liu Xiang ran to the starting point for the second time, he couldn't help but ask Lei Jin, who was standing in place.

"Teacher, you're almost warmed up. I feel like my ass is getting hot. ”

"Who told you that you were warming up, keep running, run until you pass out, don't think about pretending to be dizzy, is it really dizzy, I can see it." Lei Jin replied expressionlessly.

"Huh? It's very inhumane for the teacher to do this! Liu Xiang wailed.

"There is no humanity in the world of martial arts, if you really want to become a martial artist, then keep running, if you want to mix, then it's okay, anyway, you are only level 3 talent, I don't have to regret it."

Warrior, I want to be a warrior. Hearing Lei Jin's words, Liu Xiang didn't talk nonsense. Then he ran.

After running a few laps, a few female classmates finally fell to the ground without being able to run.

I couldn't run anymore, so I sat on the ground and cried quietly.

"If you still have the strength to cry, then you can still run. Get up and keep running. ”

It is also strange to say that Lei Jin was still standing at the starting point and did not move, nor did he shout loudly, but his voice resounded evenly throughout the playground. Even the students at the farthest distance could hear it clearly.

The weeping students didn't dare to sit still, and ran slowly with tears in their eyes.

After seven or eight laps, finally a classmate with a slightly weaker system fell again, and this time no matter what Lei Jin said, he didn't stand up anymore.

Lei Jin glanced at the students who had stopped. I didn't continue to persecute them.

Little by little, time passed.

Most of the 30 students in the key class have stopped, regardless of the boys and girls panting like dogs.

There are less than 10 people still running.

What surprised Lei Jin was that there was Liu Xiang inside.

"Fat is almost there, right? Although the teacher said that he ran until he fainted, how could it be, you see that everyone almost stopped, and he didn't say anything. ”

"Whew... Scold. I don't know why I run, but I want to be a martial artist. Go on. ”

Zhao Guangming glanced at Liu Xiang's school uniform, which was soaked with sweat inside and out, and didn't speak, and ran silently beside Liu Xiang.

I don't know how long I ran again, Liu Xiang already felt that his lungs were going to explode, and his eyes were a little blurry.

The only ones who are still running are him and Zhao Guangming.

Zhao Guangming had reached the limit, his feet fell on the runway, he raised his head to look at the fat man's back, shouted cheers with his last strength, and then turned over with difficulty and lay on the ground, greedily breathing air.

Liu Xiang was still running, and he couldn't remember how many laps he had run or how many times he had fallen, but every time he was able to get up and continue running.

Except for the sound of a heartbeat that was about to pop out of the body, all other sounds seemed to disappear.

There are only two white lines left in sight, and they seem to stretch forward infinitely.

The 29 students in the key class gradually regained their strength and sat down next to the starting point, all eyes fixed on one direction.

Liu Xiang!

Liu Xiang is still running! Even if he wasn't as fast as a turtle crawling, he was still running.

There are a few soft-hearted girls who are already in tears.

Liu Xiang passed the starting point again, but he didn't glance at the team and continued to move forward.

Zhao Guangming couldn't help but want to step forward and grab him, but Lei Jin reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Liu Xiang, don't run away, you'll be tired if you run again." Zhao Guangming shouted with a roar, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

Liu Xiang's steps were a little staggering, but he didn't stop moving forward.

"It looks like someone is calling me. But what are you talking about? I can't hear clearly, you louder. ”

I want to stop, but I haven't passed out yet! Lao Lei said that if you want to become a martial artist, you have to run until you faint, but it's really hard to faint!

Are everyone else still running? But I can't see anything! Should run again. I'm so fat that I can run, so should they.

Lao Zhao, this kid has had good physical strength since he was a child, has he pulled me down 10 laps at this time.

You kid wants to run until you pass out, who makes your physical strength so good. The, hehe...

I don't know how long it took, but the fat man finally fell to the ground again.

Liu Xiang raised his head with great effort, and there seemed to be no two disgusting white lines in front of him, and darkness slowly attacked.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a small person running towards Liu Xiang with his hands open, and his mouth seemed to call Dad.

"Pedal. Don't be afraid, Daddy is here. Liu Xiang raised his hand and wanted to hug his son, but he couldn't move.

Darkness completely came, and Liu Xiang fainted on the runway.

Lei Jin ran to Liu Xiang with 29 classmates.

In the corner of the playground, two long legs also looked at Liu Xiang who fell to the ground.

One had some surprise on his face, and the other was crying.

......

"Son!" Liu Xiang woke up from his dream.

"Grass, you're so awesome, the first thing you do when you wake up is to take advantage of me?" Zhao Guangming, who was guarding the side of the bed, was full of black lines!

"Where am I? What happened? ”

"This is the infirmary, you really knocked yourself unconscious." Zhao Guangming replied angrily.

"Haha, who am I, Liu Xiang, I said to do it. If he says that he will run away from him, he will not be awake. Liu Xiang was proud.

"Do you know what time it is?"

"What time is it?"

"12:40!"

"Grass, I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Come on. When the fat man heard this, he was so bad.

"Oops, it hurts me." Liu Xiang's arm was on Zhao Guangming's shoulder, his gait was staggering, and his leg hurt so much!

By the time Liu Xiang finished eating with Zhao Guangming, it was almost time for afternoon classes.

Liu Xiang limped with Zhao Guangming to the Martial Arts Cultivation Hall, and the afternoon class was in the Martial Arts Training Hall.

The Budokan is very large, with three floors. Each martial arts class has its own cultivation classroom.

A classroom is about the size of a basketball court.

When the duo walked into the cultivation classroom, the class bell rang.

Lei Jin walked into the classroom and glanced at the students sitting cross-legged on the floor, his gaze pausing slightly on the fat man.

"Stand up!"

"Hello teacher!"