You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

The numbers on the display screen started jumping rapidly, gradually stopping only when they reached around 3,200.

"3268? Not bad, not bad."

The teacher in charge of the test glanced at the results, nodded approvingly, and stamped Su Qinghe's physical test card.

This result is indeed quite good for a girl.

Su Qinghe gave herself a small pat on the back, then stood aside and waited for Jiang Che.

While waiting, Su Qinghe's gaze drifted into the distance.

She was wondering what kind of results Jiang Che would be able to achieve later.

When they kiss, he can hold his breath for a long time, leaving her blushing and her heart pounding.

And during that time, he didn't even blush or pant...

Realizing what she was thinking, Su Qinghe's cheeks flushed red, and she slapped her face hard.

Su Qinghe, what are you thinking about in broad daylight?!

Soon it was Jiang Che's turn to be tested, and the result was indeed as Su Qinghe had expected: his lung capacity was very large.

The numbers on the instrument spiked all the way up, finally stopping when they reached 6,000 points.

The teacher in charge of the test adjusted her glasses. Although the score wasn't particularly outstanding, it was still a huge improvement compared to her peers.

He couldn't help but look at Jiang Che with newfound respect, and then stamped his physical test card.

The next few projects went very smoothly.

In the 50-meter sprint, Su Qinghe ran in 7.8 seconds, and Jiang Che ran in 6.2 seconds.

Su Qinghe did 52 sit-ups in one minute and jumped 1.9 meters in the standing long jump.

When it was Jiang Che's turn, he easily jumped 2.7 meters, drawing gasps of amazement from the surrounding crowd.

However, due to excessive force, Jiang Che slipped when he landed and sat down on the ground with a thud.

This caused the crowd, who had been marveling just moments before, to burst into laughter.

The group then began testing their sit-and-reach posture.

Su Qinghe easily pushed it to 25 centimeters. Jiang Che was well aware of her excellent flexibility.

Jiang Che himself was quite incompetent; he sat on it and pushed it only eighteen centimeters before giving up in a grimacing manner, which Su Qinghe laughed at for quite a while.

Soon it was time for the last event: the middle-distance run.

The girls will run 800 meters and the boys will run 1000 meters, in two separate groups.

This is also the project that most college students fear the most; after completing it, they are basically left with only a breath left.

But what cannot be escaped will be escaped. No matter how unwilling everyone is, they have no choice but to obediently stand on the track and prepare.

Under the teacher's guidance, the girls from several classes were the first to step onto the starting line.

The boys sat on the green grass of the adjacent playground to wait, while the girls had to record their results after running, so they had at least ten minutes of rest time.

During their break, the four students from room 412 gathered together to chat.

"Old Jiang, did you pass those projects just now?" Xu Wenbin elbowed Jiang Che.

"I'll definitely pass. These projects aren't difficult at all. Aren't they something you could pass with your eyes closed?"

While it's all about showing off, it's impossible to say that it's not difficult.

Jiang Che was fine with the other exercises, but the sit-and-reach exercise was really uncomfortable for him.

"What about you three? You should have passed too, right? I heard from the counselor that it's quite troublesome if you don't pass the physical test."

Upon hearing this, Song Mingxuan and Lu Ziang both nodded to indicate that they had passed.

They regularly maintain a training routine, so these activities are not a problem for them.

The only one who might cause problems is Xu Wenbin, who has gained a lot of weight recently due to his relationship.

All three of them turned their attention to Xu Wenbin.

Xu Wenbin felt a little guilty under everyone's gaze, but he tried to remain calm and said, "Why are you looking at me? I... I'm only not very good at pull-ups, but I can do everything else, right?"

"Is it not quite right, or is it just not working?" Jiang Che smiled wickedly.

Xu Wenbin muttered under his breath, "No way..."

He then loudly defended himself: "No, don't you all think this project is utterly unreasonable?"

Song Mingxuan retorted, "What's unreasonable about it? Although the three of us didn't do many, we still did about ten, which is at least passing."

"Nonsense, you're so skinny, you can definitely pull it. You guys have no idea how desperate it is for a heavyweight like me."

Xu Wenbin sighed, "Why can't we be more gender-equal and let boys do sit-ups too?"

Song Mingxuan pushed up his glasses, unusually refraining from continuing his sarcastic remarks, and instead offered some words of comfort and advice.

Meanwhile, the girls had already assembled at the starting line.

Su Qinghe stood on the starting line, her mindset much more stable than during training a few days ago.

After several days of intensive training, she was no longer afraid of the 800 meters.

However, when the time came to run, she still felt a little nervous, which was unavoidable.

Fortunately, Jiang Che was sitting on the lawn not far away, encouraging Su Qinghe with his eyes.

Su Qinghe's nervousness gradually dissipated under his reassurance.

"On your marks—"

boom--!

With a loud bang of the starting gun, the girls shot off like wild horses.

Su Qinghe did not rush to grab the head position. Following the strategy taught by Jiang Che, she steadily maintained the middle position and focused on adjusting her breathing.

After finishing the first lap, she felt quite relaxed.

Halfway through the second lap, my leg muscles started to ache, and my breathing rhythm gradually became disrupted.

But she kept silently recalling Jiang Che's words of advice when he accompanied her during training, and these difficulties were easily resolved.

The final 100-meter sprint.

Su Qinghe gritted her teeth and forced out the last bit of strength from her body.

She passed one figure after another ahead, her pace quickening and her breathing becoming more rapid—

50 meters!

30 meters!

10 meters!

5 meters!

Su Qinghe used her last bit of strength to stride across the finish line.

After running a few more steps using the momentum, she finally stopped and hurriedly went to the teacher to ask about her grades.

The teacher told her that her time was three minutes and nineteen seconds.

Hearing this result, Su Qinghe finally felt relieved.

She was bent over, her hands supporting her knees as she gasped for breath. Stray hairs on her forehead were stuck to her skin with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red from the intense exercise.

But the expression on her face was happy.

She ran it in under three minutes and twenty seconds!

That goal, which seemed so far away just a few days ago, has actually been achieved by myself.

At this moment, Jiang Che also rushed back after buying two bottles of mineral water from the nearby convenience store.

Seeing Su Qinghe standing there grinning foolishly, Jiang Che knew that Su Qinghe had definitely succeeded in running a time of under three minutes and twenty seconds.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so happy.

Jiang Che walked over and handed her the water bottle with the cap unscrewed. Although he had already guessed what was going on, he still pretended not to know and asked, "How was it? Did you achieve your goal?"