This humble Taoist priest wants to take the college entrance exam.

Chapter 209 Will Running 3,000 Meters with the Taoist Priest Lead to Death?

As a hero who returned home in glory, Chen Shi'an was surrounded by the students of Class 5 after the competition.

Li Wanyin, Wen Zhixia, and Lin Mengqiu didn't squeeze in to join the fun. They just stood to the side, each taking out their phones and pointing the lenses at Chen Shi'an in the crowd to take pictures of him.

The seemingly silent class monitor was actually the one who took the most photos secretly. The girl would quietly change angles and snap pictures, then save them all to her private album.

The head of the grade, who was patrolling nearby, saw so many people openly playing on their phones and walked over aggressively with his hands behind his back.

Then, seeing Lin Mengqiu holding her phone, the grade head turned around with his hands behind his back and wandered off elsewhere.

After a while, Chen Shi'an finally squeezed out of the crowd and came to the three girls.

"Were you taking pictures of me without my consent?"

"I'll send you the photos later," Li Wanyin said with a smile.

“What do you mean by taking photos secretly! It’s perfectly legitimate!” Wen Zhixia said, and then handed the photos she had taken to the Taoist priest to see.

"I only took two pictures," Lin Mengqiu said, then put her phone in her pocket without showing it to him.

The dramatic comeback in the men's 4x100m relay final came to a close amidst much discussion.

The award ceremonies for all projects will be held together in the afternoon. The school has also generously provided custom-made medals, certificates, and a variety of other prizes.

The main competition wasn't over yet. At 11 a.m., the men's 3,000-meter race, the last event of the main competition, began.

There were no preliminary rounds for the 3,000-meter race; it was straight to the final. On average, each class signed up one student, and dozens of participants gathered on the track, waiting for the starting gun to fire before starting the race.

For the 3,000-meter race, the slight difference in starting distance is negligible. The school sports meet isn't that rigorous; the point is to create an atmosphere where everyone runs together. So the 3,000-meter race is the grand finale of the main event. After this race, there will be fun competitions and class tug-of-war in the afternoon.

For regular runners, 3,000 meters isn't too long, but for teenagers, especially students who sit in classrooms all day, running 3,000 meters is quite an achievement. A lap around the track is 400 meters, so it takes seven and a half laps! Compared to outdoor running where you can enjoy the scenery, this kind of lap running is obviously more tiring.

Almost every year at the school sports meet, some guys get sick from running the 3000-meter race. It's one of the events that everyone is least willing to participate in. Fortunately, this year, Daoye is there to carry the team, and the other guys in Class 5 can breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, not everyone who participates in the 3,000-meter race is drafted. Besides sports students, many academic students are also quite good at this event.

The race was about to begin, and dozens of participants gathered at the starting line.

The track has inner and outer lanes, and the starting line is also inclined. Some people who arrive quickly stand in front, while those who arrive late can only stand in the back.

Chen Shi'an arrived late, but he didn't mind the distance. He casually stood in the outermost position on the track, which was just right for him to talk to Sister Wanyin and the others who were standing by the track.

"Keep it up, Shi'an!"

"Taoist priest, win another championship!"

"...Would you like some water?"

"I'll drink it after I finish running."

Chen Shi'an laughed and said, "Little Zhi, class monitor, let's eat together in a bit. Sister Wanyin is here too, let's take her to try the cafeteria food."

"it is good!"

"Ah."

"Hehe, it's been so long since I've eaten at the cafeteria!"

After chatting for a while, the referee started calling out the commands.

[On your positions—]
[preparation--]
[Bang--!]
As the starting gun fired, the throngs of runners on the starting line began to move, slowly grazing towards the inside line.

Long-distance running like this requires not only physical fitness but also a great deal of skill.

Sports students know best that conserving energy is very important. They should first stay behind others and wait for them to break the wind for them, and then sprint to overtake them at the last moment!

Chen Shi'an understood this principle, but he didn't care about it.

It's only three kilometers after all...

If he really ran at full speed, he would have finished running in no time.

Since no one was willing to break the wind, Dao Ye generously ran from the back to catch up and became the first in line, taking on the responsibility of leading the team and breaking the wind.

He didn't run too fast, just maintained a steady pace, leading by about two or three meters, just like before.

Seeing that the PE students behind him could keep up, he sped up a bit;

Seeing that he could still keep up, he sped up a little more;

The PE student behind him panicked. He couldn't keep up with Dao Ye's pace! Otherwise, he'd burst his lungs in four laps, let alone seven and a half!
Seeing that he had reached the other runners' maximum speed, Chen Shi'an finally stabilized and ran at a steady pace.

But this is a competition, so the other runners can't relax. They don't have stopwatches to check the time and pace, so their only reference point is the other runners ahead of them. Seeing that Dao Ye is maintaining this pace, even if the others feel something is wrong, they can only grit their teeth and keep up.

Soon, after two laps, some runners with poor stamina began to fall behind;
After three laps, the team was clearly divided into three groups. The last group consisted of strong men who were forced to participate, the middle group was considered average, and the first group, led by Chen Shi'an, consisted of students who regularly exercised and ran, in addition to physical education students.

After four laps, everyone on the field except Chen Shi'an was already covered in sweat and exhausted, their legs feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Even the other dozen or so contestants who were running alongside Master Dao in the first tier were about to give up!

Too fast! Running too fast! My lungs are going to explode!
Can you slow down a bit?! Dude, I really can't take it anymore!

Some runners who simply couldn't keep up with the pace finally resigned to the second tier, but many others still gritted their teeth and kept going.

After all, if we fall behind this time, it will be impossible to catch up later. Without Dao Ye breaking through the wind in front, how can we catch up after falling behind?
Rather than worrying about whether they could hold on, everyone was now more concerned about whether the Taoist priest could slow down...

But Dao Ye seemed completely unaffected, maintaining a light and steady pace, firmly leading the second-place runner by about three meters. After five laps, some runners in the third group began to give up, their faces pale as they clutched their stomachs and left the track, or walked to the far side of the track, intending to finish the race on foot.

At this point, the first-tier players had already covered the third-tier players by a full circle!
Chen Shi'an, who was at the very front, showed no signs of slowing down!
After six laps, one by one, the runners couldn't take it anymore and started vomiting!
After seven laps, only seven people remained in the leading group! Apart from Chen Shi'an, the remaining six were completely exhausted and numb, mechanically following the Daoist's pace, not even knowing how many laps they had run...

[Beep beep—!]
The referee blew the whistle to indicate that there was half a lap left.

The six people in the first group finally came to their senses and tried to accelerate and sprint past the runners in the last two hundred meters!

But... what's the point of accelerating? This is already a speed we can barely keep up with! Accelerate... but where should we accelerate?!

In the midst of this frantic moment, runners began to fall. Once they fell, they didn't get up again, lying on the track, their violent breathing like bellows, as if their lungs were about to burst...

The other five runners were still symbolically gritting their teeth and accelerating. Except for Chen Shi'an, the positions of the five people began to change. The sports student who was originally in sixth place caught up and ran to second place.

Just as he was about to overtake Dao Ye, Dao Ye, who had maintained a steady pace for more than seven laps, began to accelerate, still keeping a gap of about three meters and continuing to hold the lead.

In the last 100 meters, the athletes went crazy and sprinted forward with all their might!

Another one fell down...

Chen Shi'an looked back and realized that high school students' physical condition wasn't as bad as people online said; there were still four contestants who could keep up.

Seeing that everyone was speeding up, Chen Shi'an also symbolically sped up a little, continuing to lead the four contestants closely following behind him forward.

The students from Class 5 were already waiting there.

Is this the last lap?

"Yeah, it's the final sprint, are you dizzy too?"

"Holy crap! What are you waiting for?! Go for it!"

"Go, Daoist Master!"

"Go, Daoist Master!!"

Unlike sprinting, which is more exciting, long-distance running is more about extending that experience.

For other players, such a long stretch is hell...

Chen Shi'an, echoing the cheers of his classmates, waved his arms and easily crossed the finish line in first place.

After him, the second, third, fourth, and fifth place finishers all staggered across the finish line. The moment they reached the finish line, all four of them collapsed. Two lay on the ground unable to get up, while the other two staggered to the side and vomited profusely...

The students and referees were stunned when the scores popped up on the screen.

In this 3000-meter event, including Chen Shi'an, a total of four people broke the school's 3000-meter record!
"Fuck!!"

"Four records broken!!"

Who says each cohort is worse than the last?

"...Hey! Someone come quick! Brother Sheng seems to have fainted!!"

……

Fortunately, Chen Shi'an helped by pinching their philtrum, which helped these guys, whose lungs felt like they were about to burst, catch their breath.

This morning's school sports meet ended in such a chaotic scene that four people broke records and more than ten people vomited from running.

"Shi'an, are you alright? Several of your classmates threw up from running..."

Li Wanyin looked at Chen Shi'an with concern, and thankfully he seemed to be alright.

"I'm fine. I've run more than 30 kilometers before when I was in a hurry, so 3 kilometers is nothing."

"Thirty or thirty kilometers!!"

Wen Zhixia was dumbfounded. "That's almost a marathon distance! Taoist priest, you can actually run a marathon!"

How many kilometers is a marathon?

"Forty-two kilometers," Lin Mengqiu said.

"Hmm, then it should be able to run."

Chen Shi'an smiled, took the backpack that Xiao Zhi had helped him with, took the tissue that Sister Wanyin handed him and symbolically wiped his sweat, and then took the mineral water that the class monitor handed him and took two sips.

"Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch, we're hungry anyway."

"Where's Shimo? I wonder where he's gone again..."

As soon as you mention cats, cats appear. Hearing that it was time to eat, Fei Mo suddenly appeared out of nowhere and lightly jumped onto Chen Shi'an's shoulder.

It's noon, time for lunch again.

It seems that apart from Chen Shi'an, none of the other athletes who participated in the men's 3000 meters this year have been able to eat; they all look pale...

devil!

Daoist Master is a devil!

I can never follow Daoist Master again!

You really can die!
(End of this chapter)