Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 81 No Apprentices

Chapter 81 No Apprentices (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
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Inside the temporary command center tent set up not far from the track, the canvas swayed gently in the wind.

Inside the tent were four long tables, on which were placed five laptops and two large-screen monitors, displaying real-time GPS locations, pace curves, and track monitoring footage of all participants.

Coach Zhang, the deputy chief planner of this marathon, who had just returned from dealing with an accident outside, stormed in, lifting the tent flap in a huff.

He is in his forties and his hair is somewhat gray.

He was still wearing a gray sports jacket with the words "Suining Marathon" printed on it, and his trouser legs were covered with bits of grass from the roadside. He had been squatting on the ground and talking to the injured black runner for a long time, and his trouser legs were all dirty.

He walked to his seat and plopped down.

He grabbed a bottle of mineral water from the table, unscrewed it, and gulped down two mouthfuls before finally complaining to the staff member in charge of monitoring, "This injured black man is really something else. He's been howling and yelling for compensation for ages."

“I’ve shown him the surveillance footage dozens of times, but he just had to turn around and mock others, and then he lost his balance and fell. It has nothing to do with anyone else.”

"But they insist on making a scene here."

"I've never seen anyone so stupid. How come he only broke his leg? Why didn't he just die?"

Speaking of which.

Coach Zhang slammed his fist on the table again.

He was clearly very angry.

"Still making a scene?"
"His leg injury is quite serious; even if he goes to the hospital in time, he will most likely suffer from long-term effects."

"You don't really think our emergency team can heal this injury on the spot, do you? At most, we can only do some emergency immobilization and hemostasis."

Upon hearing this, a staff member nearby couldn't help but comment.

I don't quite understand the thought process of these black guys.

"Yes, I don't understand either. I don't know if he doesn't want his leg anymore. He called an ambulance a long time ago to take him to the hospital, but he wouldn't leave until we agreed to his compensation demands."

"What a joke, who are you threatening?"

"The chief planner continued arguing with him directly. We had already signed liability waivers with all the contestants, and there is now enough surveillance footage to prove that he brought this upon himself."

"Compensation is impossible."

"If he continues to cause trouble like this, at worst he'll end up with a crippled leg and some insignificant money that we'll donate to him out of humanitarian considerations."

Coach Zhang spoke with great emotion.

Feeling a bit thirsty, he picked up his water glass and took a big gulp of water.

The staff member next to him nodded with a smile, "Then let's just ignore him. Those black guys are really a bit... By the way, Coach Zhang, actually, while you were out there, someone already crossed the finish line and won the championship!"

"Oh? So fast?"

Coach Zhang paused for a moment, then quickly turned his attention back to the laptop in front of him.

He reached out and moved the mouse, clicking on the "finish line runners" label on the screen, his eyes first scanning the pace curve generated by real-time GPS.

This look.

His relaxed posture instantly tensed up, and his fingers even paused on the mouse for two seconds.

The pace curve on the screen is almost a flat straight line!

From the start of the race to the finish line, except for a slightly slower pace during the first two kilometers of warm-up, the pace remained stable at around 3 minutes and 35 seconds per kilometer for the entire race.

Even after 30 kilometers, when other runners generally slowed down, this curve remained completely unchanged, neither accelerating nor slowing down, and steadily maintained its speed until the finish line.

Coach Zhang is a retired professional marathon runner who later worked as a coach for several years. He has seen at least 800 to 1,000 runners and has a sensitivity to pace far exceeding that of ordinary people.

At this moment, he stared at the curve for a long time, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, muttering to himself, "There's a master here... This pace stability is something that ordinary first-class athletes can't achieve."

"The standard for a first-class athlete is two hours and thirty-one minutes. This athlete's time for the whole race is probably around two hours and twenty-nine minutes. And looking at the curve, it seems that he didn't give it his all. If he had gritted his teeth and pushed his limit in the last two kilometers, his time could have been improved by another minute or two. He might have been able to reach the threshold of the top athletes in the country."

Whispering.

He couldn't help but start to have doubts.

This Suining Marathon was a mass race with a relatively low level of professionalism, so only a few professional runners from the local area and surrounding cities were invited.

He knew them all.

But none of them have that level of skill.

Could it be that a player from a provincial team came secretly to "boost their scores" or "experience the entertainment event" without informing the organizers?

With a question in mind, he clicked the mouse to bring up the registration information of the finish line athlete.

When the player's photo and personal information popped up on the screen, Coach Zhang's eyes widened, and he blurted out instinctively, "Who is this?"

The young man in the photo is wearing an ordinary T-shirt, with clean features, looking like a recent college graduate, completely lacking the "lean" and "sharp" look left by long-term training of professional athletes.

He then looked at the personal information: Name: Chen Baiyu, Age: 24, Occupation: "Freelance", Note: "Amateur enthusiast" when registering.

Looking at the section on competition experience, it's completely blank!
He has no professional competition record and has never participated in even small local amateur running races.

"No way..."

Coach Zhang paused for a moment, then quickly switched pages, opened the national marathon athlete database and amateur runner points system, and entered the three characters "Chen Baiyu" into the search.

The result was still blank.

This means that this young man named Chen Baiyu is not only not a professional player, but he is not even an enthusiast who occasionally participates in amateur competitions. He is a complete "newbie".

Think of this.

Coach Zhang suddenly stood up from his chair, placed his hands on the table, and stared intently at the pace curve and athlete information on the screen.

His voice trembled with excitement: "To the untrained eye, all they'd think is that he didn't break the domestic record and is far from the world record. While he's better than the average person, he's not that amazing."

"But what they don't know is that someone who has never received professional training, and has never undergone systematic training in energy distribution, breathing adjustment, and rhythm control, can run at a pace that is stable and almost without fluctuations throughout the entire race, relying solely on their basic physical qualities and daily running experience."

"This……"

"This is simply Superman!"

Coach Zhang became increasingly agitated as he spoke, gesturing for a staff member to come over. He then pointed to the pace curve with his finger: "Look at this stage after 30 kilometers. Many professional athletes slow down here due to glycogen depletion and muscle fatigue. But he's fine, he hasn't changed at all!"

"If you give him systematic professional training, adjust his running posture, optimize his breathing rhythm, and develop a targeted physical fitness plan, even if you can only tap into 5% of his potential, his time can easily break into the two-hour and ten-minute mark!"

"The current domestic record is two hours and six minutes, which he has a good chance of breaking; and compared to international athletes, it's not impossible for him to challenge the world record of around two hours!"

His excitement caught up with the staff nearby, who leaned over to look at the screen: "Should we contact Chen Baiyu? Talk to him and see if he's interested in pursuing a professional career?"

Coach Zhang nodded vigorously.

Reaching for the walkie-talkie on the table, his voice urgent, he said, "Quick! Tell the staff at the finish line to find Chen Baiyu, who just crossed the finish line, and not let him leave! I'm coming right now; I want to talk to him in person!" "What? He's already resting? Then quickly tell me his room number!"

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After seeing the system notification, Chen Baiyu understood that the task had been completed.

However, the distribution of task rewards and the payment of bonuses by the organizers will proceed at the same pace.

We'll have to wait until the bonus arrives.

His experience rewards will then be paid.

Chen Baiyu wasn't worried about this, since quite a few official leaders had attended the event, along with several local news media outlets.

Some local internet celebrities are even trying to ride the wave of popularity.

Given this relatively high level of interest, it's highly unlikely that the organizers will withhold the bonus, forcing him to come to their office to demand payment.

While pondering this...

The reporters swarmed around them again.

Chen Baiyu understood that this was a necessary procedure after the run, and there would probably be an awards ceremony and a meal together afterwards.

For the prize money.

Chen Baiyu didn't walk away directly, but instead answered the reporters' questions in a generous manner.

However, I don't always stand here answering questions.

After answering about seven or eight questions, he followed the organizers' staff who were waiting nearby to the temporary rest room, saying he needed to rest.

The organizers still have some money.

An entire hotel near the finish line was booked out for this race.

Those with accommodation slots include, but are not limited to, the invited professional athletes, the invited performance teams, and staff members of the organizing committee...

Although accommodation was not initially prepared for ordinary runners who would typically go home after running five kilometers.

However, this can happen after special circumstances occur.

They immediately arranged a room for Chen Baiyu at the hotel so that she could rest there and wait for the award ceremony and the possible dinner in the evening.

Chen Baiyu followed the staff into the hotel room.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a faint scent of disinfectant.

The room wasn't big, but it was very tidy. There was a single bed, a desk, and a chair, and a small potted green plant by the window added a touch of life.

He casually placed the towel and bottled water that the organizers handed him on his desk.

He sat down in the chair and raised his hand to rub his calves.

I just finished running the whole course, and with the added effect of double gravity, although I didn't feel tired, my muscles were still a bit tense.

But after only a couple of rubs, he realized something was wrong.

The slightly sore calf muscles had completely relaxed, and even the sweat on my forehead had disappeared.

I feel lightheaded all over.

Not to mention feeling tired, I didn't even feel the slightest bit drowsy after exercising. I felt as refreshed as when I first woke up in the morning.

"This recovery ability is just too exaggerated..."

Chen Baiyu couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Although I had thought I might recover faster than the average person, I had never recovered to this extent.

The main reason is that I haven't done any strenuous physical labor before, so my energy consumption rate has not kept up with my recovery rate, and I always seem to be in a state of full energy.

Now I finally have a chance to expend some energy.

Only then did I realize: Am I really that awesome now?
While thinking.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Before he could answer, an excited voice came from outside the door: "Mr. Chen Baiyu! I'm Zhang Yuanzhi, the deputy chief planner of this marathon. Could you open the door? I have something urgent to discuss with you!"

Chen Baiyu got up and opened the door.

A middle-aged man in his forties stood at the door, his hair looking a little gray, wearing a gray sports jacket.

It doesn't require amazing observation skills to discover.

The man's face was full of urgency, and he was clutching a piece of paper in his hand.

Chen Baiyu could even smell the burnt smell of freshly printed ink.

He had clearly rushed over; his breathing was somewhat rapid.

Before Chen Baiyu could speak, Zhang Yuanzhi grabbed his arm.

Then she handed him the paper, raising her voice slightly, and said, "Look! This is your result! Two hours, twenty-nine minutes, and seventeen seconds! Your pace fluctuated by no more than five seconds throughout the entire race! Do you know what this means? The standard for a national first-class athlete is two hours and thirty-one minutes. You were more than a minute faster than the standard, and you didn't slow down at all!"

Zhang Yuanzhi became more and more excited as he spoke, his hands even trembling slightly: "Let me tell you, the athlete from the provincial team who won the Wuxi Marathon last year and broke the national record had to slow down by about ten seconds after the 30-kilometer mark in the entire race; and the professional athlete Lao Li whom we invited this time, his best time is only a little over two hours and thirty-one minutes, which is just over the threshold of a first-class athlete!"

"You, on the other hand, remained as steady as a rock the whole time. You probably haven't even used your full strength yet, have you?"

"let me tell you……"

Chen Baiyu looked at the man who was talking non-stop.

You could tell he was emotionally agitated.

He also vaguely realized why this man had come here to find him.

only……

He wasn't very interested in running this professionally.

He certainly wouldn't have refused such an opportunity before gaining superhuman abilities.

But...

The past was before and the present is now.

So he chose to interrupt with a calm sentence:

"I don't accept disciples."