This shadow is none other than Ai Li.

When the classmates saw Ai Li jumping out, they were stunned at first, and then they all scolded one by one: This kid is an idiot. Everyone can't hold on, what can the instructor do to us? When he runs away, won't he leave us hanging here?

When Eri ran out, several people hesitated and ran out.

However, there are many more who did not run.

Fifteen thousand, this is simply an impossible task for them.

Rather than being pitted by the instructor, it is better to carry it and not run, and I don't believe that his instructor can still go to heaven?

With such careful consideration, the students stood there and stared straight at the instructor.

Gou Yuzi looked at these stubborn students coldly, snorted coldly in his nose, came to a student who was obviously a prickly head, and said in a roaring voice: "You don't run? ”

"Why should I run?"

Bang -

Before the thorn could finish speaking, the dog leftover kicked the student away, knocking down four or five students behind.

The faces of the students changed dramatically.

But the dog leftover was unmoved, and asked the second student: "You don't run?" ”

The student hesitated a little when he saw the misery of the thorn just now.

Bang -

He also flew five meters upside down, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The students dared to be angry one by one. Although a few people wanted to react to the school leaders, when they saw that the principal was standing on the stage, and they were indifferent when they saw the movement here, they knew that this dog leftover dared to do this, and there was a leader to support them.

"Who else?!"

The dog leftovers roared, and the whole playground could hear it.

None of the students in the third class of the year dared to speak out, so Lin Hao immediately ran forward along the runway. As soon as Lin Hao ran, the other classmates ran out one after another.

The roar of the dog leftover came from behind again: "In addition to the first six, the rest, after running 15,000, plus 300 push-ups!" ”

The students of Class 1 and 3 almost fell to the ground one by one.

Fifteen thousand, plus three hundred push-ups, will really kill people!

At the front, the classmates who followed behind Ai Li were still secretly complaining that Ai Li was the first to run. But at this time, when they saw the miserable scene of the other students, they were secretly glad in their hearts, fortunately they ran out with Ai Li. Otherwise, they'll have to add another 300 push-ups.

The September sun is still very poisonous.

Classes 1, 2, 4 and 5, after a symbolic training session, sit in a shade under a tree by the playground, singing songs, telling stories, or listening to instructors talk about things outside the safe zone.

There were only three classes of students, running lap after lap.

The playground of the warrior school is huge, one circle is a thousand meters.

After three laps, some students began to have weak legs and bumpy feet.

After five laps, some students were already moving forward.

After seven laps, some students began to use it.

Ten laps later, some students had fallen to the ground and couldn't get up.

At the front, the two leaders, one is Ai Li and the other is Lin Hao.

Both of them have been promoted to second-level fighters, and although it is difficult to run ten laps, it is easier than those first-level fighters.

And the two are also secretly competing, and neither of them is convinced.

In Lin Hao's opinion, Ai Li is a waste of firewood, how can he lose to him?

In Ai Li's opinion, if he wants to become the best warrior, how can he lose to a small second-level warrior in a mere long-distance run?

The two of you compete for each other, alternately leading.

After the twelfth lap, the other students basically knelt down, and only these two were still scrambling to run forward.

Under the shade of the tree, the attention of everyone in the other classes was attracted by these two people at this time.

"Who's the two? Don't you want to die? ”

"That one I know, it's the only son of the Lin family, Lin Hao. The other one, I don't know. ”

"I know, I know, the other one I heard is a scrap wood with a talent level 0. Originally, it was impossible to cultivate into a warrior, but somehow he managed to do it, and he was cultivated to the first level on the third day. And I heard that two days ago, he was promoted to the second level. ”

"How is that possible? Lao Tzu's level 5 talent has not yet been promoted to level 2. You just blow it. ”

"Believe it or not."

……

The dog leftover stood in the scorching sun, like a stone sculpture. His gaze passed over the students who had collapsed on the runway and fell on the two people in front.

These two, although they have run two more laps than the others, their stamina has obviously been exhausted, and their speed has slowed down considerably.

Both of them had staggered to their feet, and their eyes were a little blurry.

In front of them, there seemed to be only glare of sunlight and runways.

Lin Hao couldn't hold on anymore, and he kept cursing Ai Li in his heart: This waste wood hasn't fallen, he hasn't fallen yet. As long as he falls, I win if I run one more step than him. Why hasn't he fallen yet?

In Ai Li's heart, he has changed from the initial competition with Lin Hao to the end.

Just this point is a realm higher than Lin Hao.

He was already very tired, and every time he inhaled in his throat, he felt a hot pain. No one knows, he was still in a vegetative state three years ago. Although he finally recovered slowly at the age of twelve, it was not until half a year ago that he was able to run like a normal person.

It can be said that every step he takes here is ten times more difficult than anyone else.

However, he could not fall.

In front of him, the sad faces of his parents and the lovely eyes of his little sister appeared.

For this family, I have to work harder than anyone else;

For the dream of being a warrior that he has been holding on to since he was a child, he has to work harder than anyone else.

With this belief, he slowly completed another lap.

Lin Hao also followed behind him with resentment and slowly finished a lap.

There are still two laps left, only two laps left, two kilometers, and it will be finished.

Eri's lungs, like a large bellows, are constantly inhaling air. His eyes were blurring. Sweat flowed into his eyes, stabbing his eyes painfully, but he didn't dare to wipe them with his hands. Because his hands and clothes were already full of sweat.

He blinked as hard as he could, and in his mind, the image of his parents, his little sister's eyes, and his dreams of a warrior gradually blurred. Only a straight runway remains.

He didn't know why he was running, he didn't know how long he was going to run, he just knew that he had to run, run, run......

Lin Hao, who was following him, had already fallen three times, and he knew that he couldn't fall again.

As long as he falls down again, he definitely doesn't want to get up again. I don't want to be killed.

……

Under the shade of the tree, in the other classes, everyone was silent.

They watched silently as the two small figures squirmed forward.

In their eyes, these two small figures seemed to be filled with a power they didn't know.

On the teaching building, several school leaders who had already withdrawn were silent when they saw the two figures on the playground.

Especially the principal, he looked at the small figure at the front, who seemed to be evaporated by the steam on the summer playground, and in a trance, he remembered the past.

On his desk, on a translucent computer screen, is a person's profile:

Name: Eri

Talents: Level 0

Current Rank: Level 2 Warrior

At the age of ten, he was struck by lightning and became a vegetative state. After his parents sought medical treatment in many ways, he woke up three years ago. After two and a half years of slow recovery, half a year ago, he was able to run and jump as normally as ordinary people.

……