Tang Meng walked over to Cheng Zhiye and the rest of the high school sports students and took out a box of Su Yan. Throwing it to them, he did not bother with pleasantries.
As long as there was a sports competition in school, Tang Meng would bet on Cheng Zhiye and the other athletes. Therefore, all the sports students knew him and had a good relationship with him.
Cheng Zhiye, who had just regained his senses, immediately understood Tang Meng's intentions. Seeing that his physical education teacher, Ma Tianfeng, was busy teaching the Grade 1 students and was not paying attention to him, Cheng Zhiye took out a cigarette and lit it up. He took a deep puff of the cigarette and slowly puffed it out before answering Tang Meng.
"Fifty-two catties."
Cheng Zhiye was a long-distance runner and the most important thing in long-distance running was lung capacity. If Ma Tian Feng saw Cheng Zhiye smoking, he would skin him alive.
"What? Using this kid for a bet? "
Ever since Tang Meng arrived at the field, his eyes had been glued to Ling Yun, who had just finished a lap on the horse.
He nodded his head slowly and said, "I was just playing around. I didn't expect Xie Junyan to really go against me. He even bet five thousand dollars."
"Betting?"
Tang Meng replied as he shifted his gaze from Ling Yun to Cheng Zhiye.
"Tell me honestly, if you were to carry this sandbag with all your might, how many rounds can you run?"
Cheng Zhiye saw Tang Meng's serious face and laughed bitterly. "Young Master Tang, look at my body. Do you think I can carry a twenty-five catty sandbag?"
Tang Meng glanced at the skinny Cheng Zhiye and pondered, "If you were given a sandbag that weighed 15 kilograms, how many laps would you be able to run?"
Cheng Zhiye understood what Tang Meng meant. He thought about it carefully and said, "If that's the case, I should be able to run three rounds with all my might. I definitely won't be able to run four rounds."
Tang Meng lowered his head and made a rough comparison in his mind. He was not afraid of losing money. He just did not want Xie Junyan to win. As long as he could make Xie Junyan suffer, he would feel better than winning tens of thousands of dollars.
He just could not stand Xie Junyan's attitude of being the boss and second in command!
"You guys go about your business. I want to see how long this brat can run!"
Tang Meng called out to Ling Yun as he found the best spot to sit down. His sharp eyes stared at Ling Yun, who happened to be the closest to him. In his heart, Tang Meng praised Ling Yun, "After holding back for three years, I didn't think that I would be able to do something like this just before I graduate.
"Amazing! He ran one lap! "someone cried out in alarm.
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"Huff … huff … huff …" Ling Yun was drenched in sweat as he ran while carrying the sandbag. His clothes were completely soaked and stuck tightly to his fat body.
Although he was extremely tired, the rhythm of his steps did not change. Moreover, he opened his mouth wide and panted violently, taking in large mouthfuls of fresh air.
Ling Yun felt the sandbag on his right shoulder pressing down on him like a mountain, getting heavier and heavier. His feet felt like he was stepping on cotton, and his knees were stiff as if they were filled with lead!
A strange soreness began to appear in his muscles, bones, and even blood, making it more difficult for him to run.
However, his sweat-drenched eyes became brighter and brighter. His gaze became more and more resolute, and his willpower became stronger and stronger!
This was not the willpower of an ordinary person! This was the willpower of an indomitable person who had trained step by step in the Cultivation World all the way to the Tribulation Stage! This was his Daoist heart!
Ling Yun knew that when the soreness completely spread throughout his body, his body would enter a strange state. This state would allow him to continue running!
When he used this willpower to push his body to its limit, the spiritual energy stored in the Shichiyou herb would rush out from every meridian, every muscle, every drop of blood, and even every cell. Once again, the spiritual energy would rush through his body, providing him with the motivation to move forward!
Without a doubt, he was very tired. However, the smile in his sweaty eyes became more and more obvious. He tried his best to straighten his bent back, but his pace was actually increasing!
He was smiling as he welcomed the soreness in his body!
"What? He's already run 400 meters, and his pace is actually increasing?! "Tang Meng stood up and exclaimed in shock. His face was full of disbelief!
"Sick … This kid …" Cheng Zhiye's mouth once again formed an "O" shape. He was originally waiting to see Ling Yun become a joke, but now, he was completely dumbfounded!
Even though he was the long-distance running champion of Qingshui City, if he were to carry the same sandbag, he wouldn't even be able to run 100 meters or even 50 meters!
As for Ling Yun, he had already run one round, which was a full 400 meters. At this time, he actually increased his speed!
On the standard 400-meter track, Ling Yun used small steps for the first round. Although it was called a run, it was actually just a running posture. In fact, it was even slower than a walking race. He actually took more than 20 minutes to complete one round!
However, now, under the increasingly intense soreness that was triggered by the extreme fatigue, he gradually adapted to the weight of the sandbag. Through that strange rhythm, the sandbag was almost one with his body.
Ling Yun was different from others in one point. Even though he couldn't use spiritual energy, and even though he couldn't use any techniques, he had a strong soul!
This was the soul of a cultivator in the Tribulation Stage. This was the soul of a cultivator who had survived the terrifying Tribulation Stage!
This little bit of fatigue was nothing to be afraid of.
Squeezing out the sweat from his eyes, Ling Yun actually opened his mouth and laughed maniacally. Gritting his teeth, he tightened his stiff right arm and held the sandbag firmly in between his neck and right shoulder. Taking big strides, he rushed for the second round!
"His strides are getting bigger, and the frequency of his strides is also getting faster …"
This kid didn't use his full strength just now!
It wasn't just Cheng Zhiye and Tang Meng who realized this. Almost everyone realized this!
"Come on! Come on! " No one knew who started the cheering, but soon, all the students in the physical education class were moved by Ling Yun's spirit. Their cheers rang out continuously, shaking the sky!
Ling Yun's heart was filled with pride. He really was increasing his speed!
In the classroom of Grade 12 Class 6, Cao Shanshan was not deaf.
Of course, she heard the deafening cheers from the field. She didn't know how to feel about it.
However, she knew that Ling Yun was still running!
Cao Shanshan pursed her sexy lips, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. A Mona Lisa smile appeared on her beautiful face.
In the past three years, this was probably the first time Cao Shanshan was distracted in class!
Grade 12 Class 1.
Ning Lingyu did not pay attention to what the teacher was talking about at the podium at all.
Her mind had already flown to the sports field. She wished that she could stand up and rush out to cheer for her brother with the other students of the lower grades!
Naturally, Zhuang Meina had also heard the deafening cheers from the field. She wasn't stupid. She could immediately tell that Ling Yun had finished the first round!
Before they entered the classroom, Ling Yun had already run half a round. Six to seven minutes had passed, and now that the field was filled with cheers, there was no doubt that Ling Yun was still running!
Zhuang Meina's coquettish face was slightly distorted from gritting her teeth. Her expression suddenly became very, very ugly!
Xie Junyan seemed to be paying attention to the class. However, when he heard the cheers, the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He seemed to be very satisfied with his accurate judgment.
Seven minutes later, amidst the deafening cheers, Ling Yun finished the second lap in big strides and continued on to the third lap!
The second round only took Ling Yun about thirteen minutes.
Although he was already dizzy, stars were flashing before his eyes, and his thoughts were starting to stagnate, under extreme fatigue, he could only move his legs mechanically forward!
As long as I finish this round at the same pace, this soreness will spread throughout my body!
When everyone was extremely tired, their body would produce a kind of powerless soreness. This kind of feeling would make people unable to help but want to fall asleep.
However, Ling Yun was using his strong Spiritual Will to turn this soreness into motivation!
Training the body was to train the heart!
Without a strong heart, how could one train Qi?
It's the third round! He hasn't slowed down at all! Is this guy even human? Where did he get his stamina and endurance from?
Tang Meng's eyes were fixed on the running Ling Yun. He was extremely shocked!
As for Cheng Zhiye, he was completely stunned. From the shape of his mouth, he could roughly tell that he was repeating the word 'impossible'.
Another seven to eight minutes passed.
"Dong, dong, dong" The sound of Ling Yun's footsteps was like the beating of a drum. "Huff … huff …" The sound of heavy panting was getting closer and closer. Ling Yun was already three-quarters of the third round.
At this point, the soreness that Ling Yun wanted had already spread throughout his body. He was so tired that he could not even lift his eyelids. He was only relying on his Spiritual Will to run forward.
However, he knew that he had not reached his limit yet. He was still forcing himself to increase his speed.
"He's speeding up again!"
"He's so strong! He's obviously at his limit … "Many of the girls on the field were starting to feel sorry for him.
"Let's go and cheer for him!"
Sometimes, a person only needed to do one thing to change the opinion of most people.
In the whole of Qingshui High, who didn't know Ling Yun? Who didn't know Ling Yun? Who didn't know Ling Yun?
But now, at least for the people on the field, their opinion of Ling Yun had changed!
This included the students in the physical education class, the sports talent students, Cheng Zhiye, Tang Meng, and even the two physical education teachers on the field. Especially Ma Tian Feng!
"This kid …" The burly Ma Tian Feng, who looked like he came from a sports background, had his hands behind his back. He squinted his eyes as he watched Ling Yun run like crazy.
If he had seen this scene two years ago, or even one year ago, he would not have hesitated to drag Ling Yun to practice sports!
As Ling Yun sped past Tang Meng, Tang Meng suddenly remembered Cao Shanshan's gaze and tone when she placed the bet.
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