Quick Transmigration: The Charming Beauty Who Was Short-Lived and Alluring

Time flies, and the day of the physical fitness competition has arrived in the blink of an eye.

This physical fitness competition is a test for first-year students majoring in forging, and all two hundred first-year students must participate.

Early in the morning, Chu Yun and her classmates had already lined up in formation, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Three teachers approached from a distance, followed by a blonde girl.

Only when you get closer can you see how beautiful that girl is.

With her seaweed-like blonde hair, fair and delicate skin, and beautiful features, she resembled an exquisite porcelain doll.

However, she possessed a certain heroic spirit between her brows and had a sharp gaze, making people dare not underestimate her because of her beauty.

Sure enough, even before she got close, everyone was looking her over to some extent.

When she got closer and people saw her eyes, they didn't dare to look at her.

"Good morning, students!" It was Ms. Xu who spoke.

He returned a couple of days ago, so Gu Fenglin is no longer teaching Chu Yun's class.

"Students, you have been enrolled for some time now, and I believe you have already gotten used to the busy and fulfilling campus life."

"In order to test everyone's learning results over the past period of time, my department has decided to hold a physical fitness competition. I hope that all students will gain something from their time at Beijing University."

"Students, don't be nervous. This competition is just to help you identify and fill in any gaps in your knowledge, discover any shortcomings in your studies recently, and adjust your learning methods and mindset accordingly. Just do your best."

That being said, this competition is, after all, the first important test for freshmen, and everyone is eager to show their skills.

Chu Yun was no exception; moreover, this competition was related to her academic performance evaluation for the year, so she had to give it her all.

"This is Roland, your senior in the combat major. She is very familiar with the rules of the physical fitness competition. You can ask her anything you don't understand."

After saying this, Teacher Xu and the other two teachers left, indicating that the competition was now entirely in Roland's hands.

A low gasp came from the students' line.

"Senior Roland, is that the Senior Roland who defeated the Zerg on the battlefield half a year ago and successfully defended the Moonstar?"

Someone asked their companion excitedly, their voice barely audible.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Roland's gaze was fixed on him on the stage.

The student who had spoken couldn't help but swallow nervously, almost burying his head in his chest.

Roland withdrew his gaze and swept it across the audience.

Every student whose gaze fell upon her couldn't help but lower their head.

What eyes they were! Sharp and clear, they made one feel as if they were standing on the edge of an abyss.

This doesn't look like the gaze of a young woman; it's more like the gaze of an old man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

So profound, so heavy.

Unlike the others, Chu Yun did not avoid Roland's gaze.

Roland's gaze lingered on Chu Yun for a moment before quickly shifting away.

Chu Yun sighed inwardly.

So she was Roland.

"You are students of the Imperial University, the hope of the Empire. Although you are majoring in forging, you may go to the battlefield if the Empire needs you."

"Therefore, for the sake of the empire's future and your own future development, you must attach importance to physical training and not neglect it. You must take this competition seriously."

Roland's voice didn't sound very clear; it seemed to be deliberately kept low.

It's easy to imagine how difficult it would be for a female commander in the army to gain the approval of her soldiers and successfully motivate them; no wonder Roland was so serious and earnest.

"In order to test your adaptability, I did not tell you the rules of the competition beforehand. Now I will tell you them myself."

When it came to the important part, the students slowly raised their heads, eagerly anticipating hearing the rules, afraid of missing anything.

"The competition consists of three rounds and lasts for two days."

"Both the first and second matches are today."

"Now I will announce the details of the first match. All students will start from here and jog slowly to the designated location according to the route on the map."

Hearing this request, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but feel smug.

Chu Yun found it strange; if it were really that simple, why hold this competition at all?

Sure enough, Roland curled his lips and said, "The jog is 100 kilometers long, with a time limit of one hour."

"Anyone who stays for more than an hour will be eliminated!"

The smiles on the students' faces froze.

"what?"

"Did I hear correctly?"

......

Everyone couldn't help but groan.

This jogging event is a tribute to and remembrance of a sport practiced by ancient humans on Earth—the marathon.

Everyone is familiar with jogging, and people often choose this activity to train their willpower.

However, a speed of 100 kilometers per hour is far too high a requirement.

This might not be difficult for students majoring in combat, but they are just students majoring in forging!

Running 100 kilometers like that would really kill them.

"Quiet!" Roland snapped.

“Running 100 kilometers per hour is indeed difficult for you, but it is precisely because you have never tried it that you find it so difficult.”

"The purpose of this competition is to help you break through your own limits and surpass your own potential."

"Once you're on the battlefield, the Zerg won't care whether you're a blacksmith or a combat specialist. If you can't escape, there's only one outcome—death!"

Upon hearing the word "death," everyone's expressions turned somber.

Every year, countless people sacrifice their lives to fight against the Zerg.

They can study peacefully at school because someone is bearing the burden for them, risking their life for them.

But they had just felt a sense of fear.

"So, I don't care what you think, you must give it your all in this match. There will be equipment recording your performance. If I find you slacking off, you'll be punished with a beating!"

"Now, everyone line up by class and come over one by one to receive the nutrient solution and route map."

"When I can't take it anymore on the road, I drink some to replenish my energy."

After saying these two sentences, Roland leaped off the podium and walked to the left side of the podium.

Several tables had already been set up there, and several students wearing red volunteer uniforms were standing in front of the tables.

The competition was inevitable. After hearing what Roland said, everyone was determined to prove themselves and didn't want to be looked down upon.

The students quickly lined up, waiting to receive their nutrient solution.

Standing in the line, Chu Yun looked at her classmates' innocent faces and clear eyes, and felt a surge of emotions.

In order to protect their homeland, countless vibrant lives, just like theirs, have turned into bones.

Even though Chu Yun has experienced countless small worlds, she still feels sorry for the flowers that wither in their first bloom, and she cannot help but be moved by their fervent patriotism.

Yet the homeland they protect still suffers from too much injustice and bloodshed.

Perhaps the meaning of her and the other stewards' journey through various worlds lies in reducing darkness and suffering in this world, in redressing the grievances of the wronged, and in resolving the grievances of the resentful.