A fat man who was reborn from the dead? He transforms into a perfect male god in a week.

Thursday was a sunny day.

The school sports meet has officially begun.

The track and field was already packed with people, with students holding up class signs and waving small flags, creating an atmosphere like Chinese New Year.

The men's 100-meter sprint is about to begin at 7:50 a.m.

This sport has always been dominated by athletes.

Zhang Yang, from the senior year sports class, is the king of this world.

Who is Zhang Yang?

国家田径二级运动员，综合实力不弱于一级运动员，100米最好成绩10秒8，200米22秒，400米50秒，800米1分55秒。

This achievement is a game-changer among high school students.

Throughout his three years of high school, in the sprint events of the school sports meet, the first place was practically owned by Zhang Yang's family; no one else could even get a taste of it.

This year, Zhang Yang's goal is simple...to continue to sweep the first place in the 100m, 200m, 400m, and 800m.

"Brother Yang, this year is going to be a sure thing again!" one of the underlings flattered him.

Zhang Yang tilted his head back, a look of arrogance on his face: "Nonsense, who else in this school can compare to me?"

He walked onto the track and field, ready to receive the cheers that were due to him.

however……

"Jiang Shen! Jiang Shen! Jiang Shen!"

"Look at me, River God! I bought you water!"

"Jiang Shen is so handsome! He looks like he's walking a runway in this sportswear!"

"Jiang Shen's legs! His waist! His face! I'm suffocating!"

All the girls in the audience were screaming, their voices deafening.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

Where was his cheering?

Where are his fans?

In previous years, at least dozens of girls would call his name when he appeared, but this year... not a single one?

Everyone's calling for Jiang Chen?

Zhang Yang's face instantly darkened.

He looked at Jiang Chen, who was warming up not far away.

The short-haired boy, tall and slender with perfectly defined muscles, was chatting and laughing with Tang Ruoxi.

He didn't know Jiang Chen before, but he had heard of Jiang Chen's name.

He scored a perfect 750 on the last monthly exam and won first place in the provincial math competition, making him quite famous.

"Damn it..." Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, "What's a student doing here, running track and field and getting involved in this mess?"

He was so angry.

Today was supposed to be his day to shine, but Jiang Chen stole all the limelight.

What's even more infuriating is that he overheard several girls nearby gossiping:

"Jiang Shen will definitely win first place in the 100 meters!"

"Absolutely! Jiang Shen runs ten kilometers every day, his physical condition is absolutely fantastic!"

"Who does Zhang Yang think he is? His face is covered in pimples, and he looks like the surface of the moon. Does he even deserve to be compared to Jiang Shen?"

Zhang Yang: "..."

He touched the pimples on his face and became even angrier.

"Jiang Chen, right?" Zhang Yang strode over and blocked Jiang Chen's path. "I heard you're pretty awesome?"

Jiang Chen looked up at him: "Who are you?"

"Zhang Yang, from the sports class, a national second-level athlete." Zhang Yang raised his chin, his tone clearly brimming with superiority. "This 100-meter stretch is my territory. What are you doing here?"

Jiang Chen laughed: "Participating in the competition, what else could I be doing?"

"Participate in the competition?" Zhang Yang scoffed. "Why don't you guys who are supposed to be studying just sit in the classroom and do your homework? What are you doing here on the track and field, making a fool of yourselves?"

He looked Jiang Chen up and down: "Judging from your appearance, you're just pretending to run every day, right? Do you really think you can outrun us professionals?"

Before Jiang Chen could speak, Hao Yingjun couldn't hold back any longer: "Zhang Yang, what do you mean? Brother Chen is a great runner!"

"Impressive?" Zhang Yang laughed. "How impressive? Can you run it in under 11 seconds?"

He looked at Jiang Chen with disdain: "When the competition starts later, I'll show you what professionalism is. You won't even be able to see my back then; you'll just be eating my exhaust fumes."

Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay, then see you on the field."

"See you there." Zhang Yang snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Tang Ruoxi was a little worried: "Old Chen, he seems very capable..."

"Is it impressive?" Jiang Chen shrugged. "It's nothing special."

Hao Yingjun whispered, "Brother Chen, Zhang Yang is a national second-level athlete, his results are amazing..."

"It's only level two," Jiang Chen said dismissively, "not level one."

Hao Yingjun: "..."

Level 2?

That's a bit too Versailles-esque, isn't it?

……

At 8:00 AM sharp, the 100-meter sprint group draw took place.

There were 32 participants, divided into four groups of eight.

Coincidentally, Jiang Chen and Zhang Yang were both assigned to the fourth group.

Moreover, the tracks are adjacent to... Jiang Chen's lane 1 and Zhang Yang's lane 2.

"Ha, fate." Zhang Yang sneered, "Perfect for you to see up close what a difference really is."

Jiang Chen ignored him and continued warming up on his own.

The first three groups run first.

His performance was so-so, the fastest time was only 11.2 seconds, and he was a sports student.

Most people finished in under 12 seconds, some even in 13 seconds, and were exhausted after the run.

"This is the level of skill you're using to compete?" Zhang Yang scoffed. "A waste of time."

Soon it was the fourth group's turn.

Jiang Chen is on track 1, and Zhang Yang is on track 2.

The contrast between the two of them was striking when they stood there.

Jiang Chen is 183 cm tall, with a well-proportioned body and smooth muscle lines. His buzz cut makes his facial features more three-dimensional, giving him a cool and slightly roguish look.

Zhang Yang is 178 cm tall, muscular but slightly stiff, with noticeable acne on his face and a fierce expression.

In the audience, the girls had already started screaming:

"Go Jiang Shen! Keep it up!"

"Jiang Shen is the most handsome!"

"Jiang Shen is number one!"

Over at Zhang Yang's side... only a few boys from the sports class were shouting, "Yang-ge! Beat him!"

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, a fire burning inside him.

"Jiang Chen, you'll see what despair is in a moment."

The referee raises his gun.

"On your marks..."

Eight people squatted down, getting into starting positions.

"preparation……"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out!

Zhang Yang darted out like a cheetah.

His reaction time at the start is extremely fast, which is the result of years of training.

"It's all settled!" he thought with delight.

But the next second, he caught a glimpse of a figure darting past him out of the corner of his eye.

That's ridiculously fast!

"What?" Zhang Yang's pupils contracted.

It's Jiang Chen!

He's already at least two body lengths ahead!

"Impossible!" Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and sped up.

But the gap not only didn't narrow, it actually widened.

Jiang Chen was like a bolt of lightning, crossing the finish line in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yang chased after him with all his might and crossed the finish line second.

then……

He saw the score on the timer.

Jiang Chen: 9.50 seconds

Zhang Yang: 10.90 seconds

The entire audience: ? ? ?

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

Three seconds later.

"Holy crap!!! 9.50 seconds???"

"Broken the world record? Bolt only lasted 9.58 seconds!"

"Is this the kind of score a high school student could achieve?"

"Is the timer broken?"

"Referee! Check the timer!"

The referee was also stunned and quickly checked the equipment.

no problem.

The backup timer data was adjusted again.

Still 9.50 seconds.

"Result...valid." The referee's voice trembled.

The whole place erupted.

"Jiang Shen is awesome!!!"

"Breaking the world record! My God!"

"Is Jiang Shen an alien?"

"That speed... he could win a gold medal at the Olympics!"

Zhang Yang stood there, staring blankly at the timer.

11.51 seconds?

How is that possible?

His best time is only 10.8 seconds, and that was when he was in peak condition.

Jiang Chen is a student, so why does he have the ability to run 9.50 seconds?

"He jumped the gun!" Zhang Yang suddenly shouted. "He definitely jumped the gun!"

The referee frowned: "There was no false start, the start was normal."

"I don't believe it!" Zhang Yang pointed at Jiang Chen. "He must have moved beforehand! Otherwise, how could he have run so fast?"

Jiang Chen walked over and smiled: "Not convinced?"

"I'm not convinced!" Zhang Yang gritted his teeth. "You won the 100 meters by sheer luck, do you dare to race me in the 200 meters?"

"Sure," Jiang Chen nodded. "What time?"

"Nine o'clock!"

"See you there."

……

Nine o'clock, 200-meter race.

Coincidentally, Jiang Chen and Zhang Yang were assigned to the same group again.

It's still an adjacent runway.

"I'm keeping a close eye on you this time," Zhang Yang said fiercely. "If you try to get ahead again, I'll definitely be able to tell."

Jiang Chen didn't say anything, but simply moved his ankle.

The referee raises his gun.

"On your marks..."

"preparation……"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out!

Zhang Yang stared intently at Jiang Chen's starting motion.

There was no jump start.

but……

Jiang Chen shot out like an arrow.

fast!

too fast!

Zhang Yang chased after him desperately, but the gap between them kept widening.

When Jiang Chen crossed the finish line, Zhang Yang was only 150 meters away.

Final score:

Jiang Chen: 19.00 seconds

Zhang Yang: 22.00 seconds

Three seconds to go.

Moreover, Jiang Chen broke the world record once again... Bolt 19.19 seconds.

The entire venue erupted in cheers once again.

"Another world record!"

"Jiang Shen is too awesome!"

"This is defying the heavens!"

Zhang Yang slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

He stared at the 19.00 on the timer, his mind blank.

One time might be a fluke.

Twice?

"Want to continue?" Jiang Chen walked over and asked with a smile.

Zhang Yang looked up, his eyes red: "Compete! 400 meters! I don't believe you can break the record!"

"Okay," Jiang Chen nodded, "I'll be waiting for you at ten o'clock."

……