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A deafening roar erupted from the stands. The sound seemed to converge from all directions, as if it would shake the sky. Fortunately, this was not an indoor sports venue, otherwise the sound would probably have been several times louder.

Lu Ziye slowly stopped, his breathing incredibly even, but soon he bent over, panting, and looked exhausted.

Of course, he was also a bit disheveled at this moment, because he was indeed drenched in sweat!

At the same time, Han Zhan, Lin Guowei, and several other athletes caught up and crossed the finish line.

They were all panting heavily, sweating profusely, and some even lay on the ground like dead dogs, not wanting to move at all, but they all looked at Lu Ziye with an incredulous gaze!

Those who can participate in the 400 meters are basically members of the school's track and field team, so they naturally know what the 400 meters is.

therefore……

When the timer shouted out 47.85 seconds, and when that number appeared clearly on the big screen, everyone had the same thought: Impossible!

Especially Han Zhan, he is a first-class athlete, and his standard for the 400 meters is 49.60 seconds.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the difference between 47.85 and 49.60 is less than two seconds. On the track and field, it's not about racing against every second, but against every millisecond!

and……

The figure of 47.85 is a bit too alarming, because the standard for national-level athletes is 47.60.

In other words, Lu Ziye has the skill level of a champion!

Han Zhan wiped the sweat from his forehead, panting as he stared at Lu Ziye as if he were looking at a monster.

How could that fatso be so fast?

"Brother, what's your name? How did you train? These results are terrifying!" Lin Guowei asked, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Lu Ziye, I haven't practiced it specifically." Lu Ziye told the truth, which almost choked Lin Guowei.

Never trained?

How can someone run this fast without training?

At that moment, Zhang Qiang, Xu Jing, and the others finally rushed over and gave Lu Ziye a big hug.

"Damn, Lao Lu, that's awesome! I never expected you to get first place!"

"Haha, Lu Ziye, Lu Ziye, you're so cool, especially when you pulled off that stunt against Han Zhan and Lin Guowei, awesome!"

"From now on, Lu Ziye will be called 'Flying Legs'!"

Zhang Qiang and Xu Jing weren't the only ones who ran over; many classmates came in twos and threes, some with towels and others with bottled water.

The most excited of them all was Xu Jing.

"Quickly wipe Lu Ziye's sweat, give him some water—no, no, don't give him any, just rinse his mouth!"

Xu Jing took a towel and wiped Lu Ziye's sweat herself.

She was much shorter than Lu Ziye, so she sometimes stood on tiptoe when wiping her sweat. Perhaps because she was excited, her movements were a bit exaggerated, and a light pink glimpse of skin was visible under her white short-sleeved shirt.

But at this moment, no one cared, since everyone's attention was focused on Lu Ziye.

Everyone chimed in with their own praise.

"Lu Ziye! Lu Ziye from the School of Literature!" the announcement came over the loudspeaker. "Please proceed to the podium to receive your 400-meter gold medal and give an interview!"

The broadcast had already started, and Lin Guowei called out as well.

"My buddy went to collect his award, I'll tell you in a bit!"

Lu Ziye pushed Zhang Qiang and the others aside and quickly followed Lin Guowei toward the podium.

Zhang Qiang and the others clicked their tongues in amazement. Goodness, it's only been half a month since school started, and you're already famous throughout the school?

While Zhang Qiang and the others were still in a daze, Han Zhan said something irritatingly and walked towards the podium.

"You have no idea what running 400 meters in 47.85 seconds means?"

Zhang Qiang and the others looked at each other.

Their eyes were filled with confusion. They really didn't understand what 47.85 meant. In fact, many of the students didn't even notice the number. All they knew was that Lu Ziye had won first place in the 400-meter race!

"Yeah, yeah, Han Zhan is a top-level athlete, and I heard he mainly trains in sprinting. Lu Ziye is way ahead of Han Zhan, so..."

"Wow, does that mean Lu Ziye is also at the level of a first-class athlete?"

"It feels even stronger; Lu Ziye is a fat guy!"

Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, and some even started looking up the standards for a first-class athlete.

then……

It's even more explosive now.

"Damn, Lao Lu runs that fast?"

"I feel like I've unleashed my full potential!"

"Sudden power spike? Why?"

"Could it be... that he's holding back his anger after his confession was rejected?"

The roommates whispered among themselves, thinking they must have found the reason, so they all looked towards the location of the classroom.

……

"Lu Ziye? You run so fast? Why don't you get professional training?"

On the podium, Lin Guowei couldn't help but ask.

Both he and Han Zhan had received professional training; they had been members of their school's track and field team since junior high school. It was because of this that he could tell that Lu Ziye was an amateur.

Han Zhan, standing to the side, also stared curiously at Lu Ziye. He really didn't want to speak, mainly because his mind was still blank.

His results this time were actually not the best; in fact, they were rather poor.

And this whole thing really is Lu Ziye's fault.

If Lu Ziye hadn't been sprinting and disrupting his pace, he wouldn't have been nearly exhausted in the last 30 or 40 meters, resulting in a time of 49.88.

There was a full two seconds between him and Lu Ziye; that was incredibly embarrassing.

"Oh, I'm not really interested in sports. I wouldn't have participated in this competition if it weren't for the academic credits!"

Lu Ziye answered calmly.

This answer, however, left Han Zhan and Lin Guowei completely silent.

What a waste! What a waste!

"Lu, you're amazing! Did you know that? You broke our Shanghai City School Games 400-meter record! Oh, by the way, the previous record holder was Han Zhan, who's right next to you!"

The campus reporter was a long-haired, mature woman with narrow eyes and a somewhat seductive voice.

She tilted her head back, staring intently at Lu Ziye with intense longing.

Han Zhan: Can you please not mention me?

"By the way, Lu, how do you run so fast? Is there some special secret? Or were you a professional athlete before?"

"Why add 'formerly'?"

"Because..." the senior said, looking Lu Ziye up and down, her eyes seeming to say, "Didn't you gain weight because you didn't train after retiring?"

Lu Ziye chuckled, coughed, and said, "You guessed wrong. I'm not a professional athlete, nor have I ever had professional training!"

"Huh? Then how come you can run so fast?"

Lu Ziye waved his hand: "Let me correct you, I'm not fast, I'm good at endurance!"

"Persistence..." The senior's eyes looked slightly strange.

Han Zhan finally spoke: "That's right, he's all about endurance!"

Lu Ziye's speed is no match for his. If it were a 100-meter race, he could definitely leave Lu Ziye more than ten meters behind!

The long-haired senior student said "Oh," then suddenly laughed and said, "It's better for a man to last longer than to be quick!"

Korean War: ...

Lin Guowei: ...

Lu Ziye raised an eyebrow, gave his senior a thumbs up, and said, "You're so beautiful."

"By the way, you still haven't answered my question. Why can you run so fast? Oh, no, why can you last so long?"

"Oh, maybe it's a talent. When I was little, my family raised a lot of cows, horses, sheep, and the like, and I was always running from one hill to another!"

Senior: ...

Korean War: ...

Lin Guowei: ...