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

One o'clock in the afternoon, at the school basketball court.

People, all of them are people.

"Three layers inside and three layers outside" is not enough to describe the scene... "Six layers inside and six layers outside" would not be an exaggeration.

There was only one voice in the entire audience:

"Jiang Shen! Jiang Shen! Jiang Shen!"

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

"Jiang Shen looks amazing in that jersey! I'm going to take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments!"

The girls crowded at the front, their faces flushed and necks red, just like a scene from a fan meeting.

Jiang Chen led Hao Yingjun and the other three into the stadium, and the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

"Holy crap! Jiang Shen is here!"

"That buzz cut and jersey look so cool today!"

"I want to have Jiang Shen's babies! A whole litter!"

Jiang Chen remained unfazed; he was already used to it.

But Hao Yingjun and his three companions are not an option.

"Brother Chen...this is too much!" Wang Anquan shrank his neck, his voice trembling. "I feel my legs shaking."

Zhang Tieniu said sheepishly, "Me too... It's kind of embarrassing with so many people watching."

Yang Lei stood on tiptoe: "So many girls... are looking at Brother Chen."

Hao Yingjun's chubby face flushed with excitement, and he stuck out his belly: "See that? This is the prestige of our team!"

"Come on," Wang Anquan said with a sneer, "Everyone else is here to see Brother Chen. We're just four background figures."

"So what if I'm just a background character?" Hao Yingjun said matter-of-factly. "Being Jiang Shen's background character is an honor!"

"It seems... to be alright?"

The four men walked with their heads held high and chests out, exuding a confident stride.

Even though they know the spotlight belongs to Jiang Chen, it doesn't stop them from benefiting from it!

Cool!

(It seems to be a recreation of a classic scene?)

In stark contrast to the lively atmosphere in Class 4 was today's opponent... Class 35 of Senior Year 3.

The five players from Class 15 walked onto the court. Apart from a few people from their own class shouting "Go! Go!", the whole court was... silent.

Everyone stared at Jiang Chen, not even giving them a glance.

The captain of Class 15, a tall man wearing glasses, said to his teammates with a wry smile, "Brothers, today... we're just here to be supporting characters."

"Captain, can we win?" a short man asked.

"Win?" The captain gave a wry smile. "Are you dreaming? Did you watch Jiang Chen's previous games? He 1v5ed the opposing team, showed off his fancy dunks, and even dunked from the three-point line... With that kind of skill, he could play in the NBA. How do we expect to win?"

"Then let's..."

"Stay calm," the captain patted him on the shoulder, "Try not to lose too badly, and try... not to get swept."

Although he said that, he wasn't sure himself when he saw Jiang Chen warming up so easily.

Don't want to get your head shaved?

That's probably not going to be easy.

……

"beep!"

Game start.

Class 15 played fairly well, neither employing a five-on-one strategy like Class 8 nor playing as aggressively as Class 3.

Knowing they couldn't win, they simply played freely and enjoyed the game.

Jiang Chen stopped showing off his skills.

He shot four or five three-pointers, dunked two or three times, and spent the rest of the time feeding the ball to his teammates.

"Old Hao, catch the ball!"

"Safe, drop!"

"Iron Bull, layup!"

"Yang Lei, try a three-pointer!"

Hao Yingjun and his three teammates performed much better today than before.

After being fed ball by Jiang Chen for two consecutive days, he played more and more freely on the court and became more and more adept.

"Holy crap? I made it again?" Hao Yingjun was extremely excited when he saw that he had made another three-pointer.

"I scored too!" Zhang Tieniu grinned broadly after scoring.

"I made it in too! Hahaha!" Yang Lei grinned excitedly.

Wang Anquan then scored a few goals.

These four had a truly exhilarating fight today.

The forty-minute match ended quickly.

The final score was 50:0.

Jiang Chen only scored 20 points; the remaining 30 points were scored by his teammates.

Although they were still defeated, the five students from Class 15 were not discouraged at all; on the contrary, they were very happy.

After the competition, the captain of Class 15 took the initiative to come over and shake hands with Jiang Chen.

"Jiang Shen, thank you for showing mercy," he said sincerely.

Jiang Chen smiled: "You guys played well."

"I'm nowhere near as good as you," the captain said with a wry smile, "but I had a lot of fun playing today, thank you."

After saying that, he left with his teammates, a smile on his face.

Hao Yingjun watched their retreating figures and whispered, "Brother Chen, they seem to have a pretty good attitude."

"Yeah," Jiang Chen nodded, "Knowing you can't win, just enjoy the game, that's good."

[Ding! You have received +200 Amazing Points!]

[Ding! You have received +200 Amazing Points!]

[Ding! You have received +100 Amazing Points!]

This match earned another 500 points of amazement.

Adding the previous 6100 points, it now has 6600 points.

"Not bad," Jiang Chen thought to himself, pleased with himself. "There's a long-distance run this afternoon, so I can make another killing."

……

The basketball game ended at 1:40 PM.

Jiang Chen rushed to the track and field stadium without stopping... There was a 1500-meter race at 2 o'clock.

Tang Ruoxi and Hao Yingjun followed beside him, their faces full of worry.

"Old Chen, are you physically capable?" Tang Ruoxi asked softly. "You ran so much this morning, played basketball at noon, and have to run 1500 meters and 3000 meters this afternoon..."

"It's nothing," Jiang Chen waved his hand, "This amount of exercise is nothing."

"Brother Chen, your stamina is ridiculous!" Hao Yingjun exclaimed, his eyes wide. "A normal person would have collapsed from exhaustion by now if they did that."

Jiang Chen smiled without saying a word.

Can he say that he ran 10 kilometers, did 1000 push-ups and 1000 squats as usual this morning?

Can you say that with a physical fitness level of 50, this amount of exercise is nothing to him?

No.

So he could only say modestly, "I train a lot regularly, it's a habit."

……

1:50, track and field stadium.

The 1500-meter race is about to begin.

There were quite a few people gathered around the track, but there were far fewer people than at the basketball court.

Most people's attention was focused on a tall, muscular man who was 1.88 meters tall.

"Go, Dali Ge!"

"Dali Ge will definitely be number one again this year!"

"Dali Ge is the coolest!"

That tall guy is Wang Dali, a sports student in the sports class and a national second-level athlete, specializing in long-distance running.

He swept the first place in the 1500-meter and 3000-meter races at the school sports meet for the past two years.

He and Zhang Yang were known as the "Twin Stars of Track and Field at No. 3 Middle School," but neither of them was willing to concede to the other.

Zhang Yang excels at sprinting, while Wang Dali excels at long-distance running; the two often banter with each other.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was standing opposite Wang Dali, looking disdainful.

"Dali, you definitely won't be number one in the 1500 meters this year," Zhang Yang said.

Wang Dali raised an eyebrow: "Not me? Then who is it? You?"

"Me? I can't do it," Zhang Yang shook his head, "It's Jiang Chen."

"Jiang Chen?" Wang Dali laughed. "The one who's all about studying? I heard he got a few first-place finishes this morning?"

"It's not a few firsts," Zhang Yang corrected, "it's breaking four world records."

"A world record?" Wang Dali scoffed. "Zhang Yang, were you out of your mind this morning? World records aren't broken so easily!"

You don't believe me?

"I don't believe a damn thing!" Wang Dali scoffed. "Even if he's good at sprinting, how good can he be at long-distance running? The 1500 meters is all about endurance, not explosive power!"

He paused, then said dismissively, "With his small frame, I could catch up to him even if I let him run a lap first."

"You..." Zhang Yang blushed with anger, "Jiang Shen is far more capable than you!"

"Jiang Shen? Heh," Wang Dali sneered, "Zhang Yang, you used to be trash, but at least you had some backbone. What happened to you? Becoming a lackey for someone who's supposed to be studying?"

"You!" Zhang Yang clenched his fists, ready to attack.

Just then, Jiang Chen walked over.

"Oh, you're having a lively chat?" Jiang Chen laughed.

Wang Dali turned to look at him, sizing him up: "You're Jiang Chen?"

"right."

"I heard you broke a few world records this morning?"

Wang Dali said sarcastically, "How did you manage to break this piece of trash? Was the timer broken?"

Before Jiang Chen could speak, Zhang Yang couldn't hold back any longer: "Wang Dali, watch your mouth! Jiang Shen is truly skilled!"

"Real skills?" Wang Dali laughed. "Alright, then let me see how amazing your 'real skills' really are later."

He looked at Jiang Chen with a defiant gaze: "1500 meters, dare to race me?"

Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay."

"What if we lose?"

"What do you want to do?"

"The loser," Wang Dali said, enunciating each word clearly, "has to call the other person 'Dad' three times in front of the whole school."

The entire audience: ? ? ?

So ruthless?

Zhang Yang panicked: "Wang Dali, you've gone too far!"

"What? You don't dare?" Wang Dali looked at Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen smiled: "Okay, it's settled then."

"That's great!" Wang Dali laughed. "Don't cry later."

Zhang Yang pulled Jiang Chen aside and whispered, "Jiang Shen, Wang Dali may have a foul mouth, but he's really good at long-distance running. His best time is 3 minutes and 54 seconds, which is close to the level of a first-class athlete..."

"3 minutes and 54 seconds?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Dude, 3 minutes and 54 seconds is already the ceiling for a high school student, okay?

"Don't worry," Jiang Chen patted him on the shoulder, "Watch my performance."

……