Wang Ling felt that Super Chen seemed to have awakened some strange attribute; this intuition was simply a little frighteningly accurate!
At twenty past two, the much-anticipated men's ten thousand meters relay officially began. Because No. 60 High School's sports field was limited, there was only four hundred meters, and each person had to run two and a half laps in the ten-person relay on a sword. The spirit sword used in the competition was provided by the referees. It was a Black Steel Sword, which was very wide and pitch-black. It looked very heavy, and was actually quite difficult to control.
This Black Steel Sword was equivalent to a relay baton in an ordinary relay race.
The rules of the relay race were to control the spirit sword to float above one's head, and then control the sword to run the relay race at the same time. It was an exercise in the skill of being one with one's mind and eye, and one had to be highly focused. If one was the slightest bit distracted during the run, the spirit sword above one's head might fall, and it would take time to control it to float again.
Thus, concentration was very important in this ten thousand meters relay race, and teamwork was equally important. The person receiving the baton had to calculate the time accurately. While receiving the baton, he had to inject his spirit force into the Black Steel Sword above the previous person's head. This way, the Black Steel Sword would always be suspended in the air. This was the best way to save time.
Wang Ling and Super Chen were the only contestants in Grade One, Class Three, while Lotus Sun and Feather Lin would compete in the women's ten thousand meters relay race.
In order to cultivate a tacit understanding of the ten-person relay race, Wang Ling had practiced it a lot in PE class at school. Except for Fang Xing and Jiang Bai from Class Two, he actually wasn't familiar with the other students in the other classes.
However, Jiang Bai wasn't participating this time. For ordinary Foundation Establishment students, the 10,000-meter relay was a physically and spiritually exhausting activity. Jiang Bai had to deal with the archery event the next day, so Teacher Ye had to ensure that Jiang Bai's spiritual power and stamina were at their peak. This was directly related to the problem of concentration.
During the ten thousand meters relay race, Fang Xing had run four thousand meters on a sword in PE class in one minute and thirty seconds, which was an average speed of forty-four meters per second. This was actually the highest speed a peak late Foundation Establishment cultivator could run at full speed. Without activating the White Night Spell and Immortal Mode, Fang Xing's true strength was that of an Itinerant Immortal, so controlling his speed was a piece of cake for him.
Sometimes, Wang Ling actually envied Fang Xing quite a bit because he could control his own strength … But that was also because he didn't have primordial qi in his body, otherwise his situation wouldn't be much better than Wang Ling's.
So after a few practice sessions, he calculated his running speed a little.
Wang Ling didn't want to stand out too much. Taking into account the overall fighting strength of the participants in the men's ten-man relay event, it was most appropriate for him to keep his running speed to around twenty meters per second.
Now it was time to assemble the contestants. Teacher Ye waved a small flag at the side of the track.
"Let's go, Wang Ling!" Super Chen immediately patted him on the shoulder.
Then, the two of them stood up and walked in the direction of Teacher Ye.
Wang Ling and Super Chen took off their jackets. No. 60 High's school uniform was the only one throughout the year, and it was warm in winter and cool in summer. Underneath it was a short-sleeved sports shirt, paired with a jacket and pants with the word "elite" printed on it for the elite class. The uniform was made of spirit silk cotton, and fit very well, so that it wouldn't be too cold in winter or too hot in summer.
However, it had already been decades since No. 60 High's school uniform had been revised.
Previously, Wang Ling had heard that in the second year of high school, the school would customize a new set of uniforms for all four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter.
It was said that Huaguo Water Curtain Group's construction funds had already been approved.
When the time came, it wouldn't just be a new uniform; it was possible that the whole of No. 60 High would be refurbished this summer. The teaching building would be renovated, and even the sports field would be expanded.
But of all the renovations, it was said that Headmaster Chen had decided to keep two things as they were.
One was the old stone carvings at No. 60 High's gate, which had been there since the school's founding.
The other was the "spirit palm trees," which the students jokingly called "strong trees," which were planted next to the teaching building, but which were still rooted here despite being in their twilight years …
…
When the ten contestants went on stage, Wang Ling noticed that a lot of people were staring at him.
Of course, among all the complicated gazes, Odd Zhuo's was the most blazing.
"Shifu, you can do it!" Odd Zhuo did his best to restrain his emotions as he stared at Wang Ling and shouted continuously in his heart!
He knew that Wang Ling could read minds, so he could definitely hear him!
Wang Ling: "…"
At the same time, some girls discussed in low voices.
"Who's this guy?"
"I don't know … I think he's from Grade One, Class Three."
"Wow, I've been at school for so long, why haven't I seen this guy before? Does he really have no presence? "
At that moment, Jiang Bai, who was sitting next to the girls, raised his head silently. "Senior Zhuo borrowed his spirit sword at the last spirit sword exchange meet."
"Oh, so it's him!"
The girls were instantly enlightened, and they looked a little embarrassed.
It wasn't that they hadn't seen him before, but that they had selectively forgotten about him …
Jiang Bai hugged his legs as he sat on the ground and muttered in a low voice, "Classmate Wang Ling, he's so awesome."
"I don't see how he's so awesome … his presence is so weak, his grades must be average," said one of the girls. "Also, he looks average and isn't handsome. If he was a really handsome guy, I would remember him at first glance! "
Odd Zhuo heard everything this girl said.
On the rostrum, he turned his head slightly with a smile and asked Headmaster Chen, "Teacher Chen ~ that girl over there, which class is she from?"
He had always called Headmaster Chen Teacher Chen.
Headmaster Chen took a look and immediately replied, "Oh, Regular Class Two, the class of Jiang Bai's son, the head of Kitchen Knife Sect."
"I see ~"
Odd Zhuo smiled again. "Classmate Jiang Bai has a competition tomorrow, so you can skip today's homework. As for the others, add one more … oh, no, two more test papers. I borrowed these test papers from Secretary Dakang, you can't buy them on the market … "
Headmaster Chen's eyes instantly lit up. "Good! I'll explain it to their teacher-in-charge later! "
But Headmaster Chen was also a little puzzled. "Then the other classes …"
"Do the same for the other classes!"
Odd Zhuo said mysteriously, "This is a trial run, and it's confidential …"
Headmaster Chen looked as if he had suddenly understood.
…
…
On the other side of the competition field, Super Chen silently pulled up his trouser legs to reveal his strong calf muscles.
This was obviously the standard equipment for a sports talent student. Super Chen's speed definitely wasn't as fast as Fang Xing's because of the limitations of their realms. However, Super Chen's family cultivated ancient martial arts, and he was also a martial artist. For the late Foundation Establishment stage, his speed really wasn't considered slow! At full speed, he could reach more than thirty meters per second.
Wang Ling initially thought that Super Chen was just pulling up his trouser legs to show off his calf muscles, but in the end, he realized that after Super Chen was done, Fang Xing had also started to crouch down and pull up his trouser legs. Unlike Super Chen's muscular calves, Fang Xing's calves were long and slender, and had the proportions of a model …
On the rostrum, Odd Zhuo yelled in his heart again, "Super Chen! Super Chen! After Super Chen, Fang Xing! Fang Xing! After Fang Xing! After Fang Xing, shifu! "
"…"
Wang Ling looked around suspiciously, and then noticed that the boys participating in the competition had all started to crouch down and pull up their trouser legs.
"Because the bottom of our school pants is a little fat, it's better to blow up our trouser legs when we're doing high-intensity exercises. These straps will protect your muscles! " As he explained, Teacher Ye handed out the straps and glanced at Wang Ling. "Classmate Wang Ling, don't just stand there, hurry up and pull up your trouser legs!"
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