The white rose I picked up cried and said she liked me.

For the next period of time, Jiang Xun and his companions were completely reduced to prisoners of Long Teng, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were treated as playthings.

Every day, as soon as the bell rings to signal the end of get out of class, before they even have time to pack their bags, Long Teng will block them at the classroom door and drag them directly to the playground for training.

They had high training targets every day, and even their mealtimes were strictly limited to ten minutes, making their lives a living hell.

Meanwhile, Xu Nian, who was practicing "self-discipline," no longer had computer games as a way to pass the time. The most pleasant thing for her every day was to grin and laugh like Kennedy in a convertible, sitting on the rostrum of the playground, leisurely watching Jiang Xun and the other three put on masks of pain under Long Teng's tyranny, and being kicked from time to time.

He used to be in Hawaii, under the tutelage of Long Teng, enduring this kind of grueling training day after day.

Now, seeing others experience this pain firsthand, he felt a strange mix of bittersweetness and indescribable relief.

Just like the long break running exercise culture that is criticized by countless students, a group of thin-armed and thin children, who have just finished a class and whose minds have not yet recovered, are immediately forced to jog for ten or twenty minutes.

Not only were they constrained by the formation, making running extremely tiring, but slowing down would also disrupt the formation, leading to criticism from school leaders on stage.

I believe every student who has experienced this would want to twist the head off the school leader who organized the morning exercises and kick it like a ball.

Who on earth came up with this new-age method of mental and physical torture?

But when these students graduate from school, pass the exams for teaching positions, and return to the schools they once attended, they climb the ranks to become school leaders, and then they transform into staunch supporters of the running exercise culture.

The reason is simple: when you stand on the high platform and look down, the students on the playground are densely packed, like a vast army.

And you are the general who commands them.

At your command, all soldiers must obey unconditionally and act according to your orders.

This exhilarating feeling of being in complete control and having everything at your fingertips is something that no military game can simulate or provide.

Even a mid-level manager in a large company with an income several times higher than yours may not have the power to command hundreds or thousands of people.

Moreover, the neat and uniform formations, synchronized steps, and resounding slogans during morning exercises are visually striking and stress-relieving when viewed from above.

More importantly, because these school leaders also suffered this hardship when they were young, they did not hesitate to pass on this pain once they had power.

Why shouldn't you suffer the same pain I've endured?

Not only will they suffer, they will suffer even more!

This is probably what people often mean when they say, "The dragon slayer becomes the dragon himself."

After Long Teng's relentless and grueling training day after day, the school sports meet finally arrived as scheduled.

The playground was bustling with noise. The contestants from other classes gathered together in relaxed groups, chatting and laughing, and occasionally discussing the games they played last night and the TV series they had been watching recently.

It was as if winning or losing the game was completely irrelevant to them.

This is understandable, as the sports meet was essentially a "performance" carefully prepared by the school leaders.

Even if you win awards and rankings, what good will it do?

After graduation, no company will give you priority in hiring just because you placed first or second in a school sports meet on your resume.

Jiang Xun, Su Zhe, Xiao Chen, and Luo Chen all looked tense and dared not slack off. They took advantage of this final moment to stretch their muscles and train their physical fitness.

Because they received a strict order from Long Teng: they must get first place; otherwise, they would be slapping him, their instructor, in the face.

As punishment, he would give the boys an extra month of training.

No one wanted to be a plaything under Long Teng's control anymore, so all four of them gritted their teeth and tried their best to win the competition.

Beside them, Xu Xi stood behind Xu Nian, tiptoeing, her small hands holding a paperclip, carefully pinning the number tag to his back.

"How about it, brother? Are you confident?"

She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and gently patted the man's back.

"Hey, a piece of cake." Xu Nian puffed out his chest, stretched his limbs, and looked at the track markings in the distance, his eyes full of confidence.

For him, participating in a competition of this level was like a Dou Zong powerhouse using a new account to bully newbies in a beginner's village; first place was naturally within his grasp.

"Uncle Xu, you need to be careful of that guy." Jiang Xun quickly walked to Xu Nian's side and warned him in a low voice. At the same time, he pointed to a boy wearing orange sneakers by the track. "I just found out that he is a sports specialist. He has been receiving professional sports training since elementary school. His strength should not be underestimated. He should be quite good."

Hearing Jiang Xun say this, Xu Nian couldn't help but turn her gaze to the boy wearing orange sneakers.

The other person was tall and upright, with smooth muscle lines all over his body, especially his calves under his shorts, which were firm, full and well-defined, clearly showing that he was someone who had been training and running for many years.

Xu Nian's expression turned somewhat solemn. He hadn't expected that in this fishpond situation, besides himself, the Crouching Dragon God, there would actually be a Young Phoenix Immortal.

Noticing Xu Nian's gaze, Orange Shoes turned around and looked at Xu Nian, sizing him up and down, also feeling somewhat surprised.

His intuition told him that this man was no ordinary person and was likely to be his biggest rival on his path to winning the championship.

However, he remained very confident, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips, believing that no one could beat him in this fishpond game.

As instructed by their coaches, the 3,000-meter runners went to their respective tracks, bending over to stretch and loosen their joints, preparing for the race.

Xu Nian and the boy in orange sneakers happened to be assigned to adjacent tracks.

The two had never met before, but the moment their eyes met, it was as if they were enemies meeting, their eyes filled with hatred, and the air seemed to be thick with the smell of gunpowder.

Xu Xi stood by the track, tiptoeing, waving her small hands, and shouted at the top of her lungs towards Xu Nian, "Go, honey!"

Her sweet voice was clear and melodious, and coupled with her lively and beautiful appearance, she quickly attracted the attention of the students around her.

The students all turned to look, their eyes all falling on the sweet and lovely girl, and they couldn't help but start chattering about her.

"My goodness, this girl is so beautiful! Which class is she in?"

"I recognize her. Isn't that Xu Yiran, the campus belle of the Business Administration Department? She's beautiful and has a sweet voice. The line of people who like her could stretch from the school gate all the way to the city center!"

"You've mistaken me for someone else, haven't you? I remember seeing her in the finance department's military training formation during the start of the semester. How could she possibly be from the business administration department?"

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