I just became Superman, and the American evil god's experiment was exposed.

The next day, morning.

"Get up! Class is early today!"

After Chen Ze got up and washed up, he punched each of his roommates' bedding in turn.

The punch that hit Zhang Chun was the hardest, and the other guy jumped up from the bed with a howl.

"You're fucking crazy!"

Chen Ze picked up his phone and pointed to the time: 7:45.

"Damn it, why didn't you wake me up sooner!"

The three drowsy individuals were instantly wide awake, threw off their blankets, and dressed as quickly as possible.

Without even washing up, the three of them hastily wiped their faces with wet towels, picked at their eyes, and rushed out of the dormitory.

The elevators were the most crowded during the morning classes, so taking the elevator was out of the question. The group had no choice but to run down the stairs.

Zhang Chun even used the stair railing as a slide, rushing downstairs at top speed.

Today's morning class was special; it was about new media ethics and regulations, a required course for their internet and new media major.

The key issue is not whether it is a required course, but who teaches it.

The answer is obvious: this course is taught by their homeroom teacher.

For other classes, being late is fine; they'll still be let in anyway.

But the homeroom teacher is different; they often write a thousand-word self-criticism and have to read it aloud in front of the whole class.

Afterwards, they also have to take full responsibility for cleaning the classroom.

Clearly, they did not want to accept such punishment.

Fortunately, the course is located on the new campus of Xinjiang University College, about one kilometer away from their dormitory. With all their might, they might be able to get there.

As for Chen Ze, who has the worst physical fitness among them, we can only wish him good luck.

Along the campus road, Zhang Chun took the lead and ran as fast as he could.

But he had only run halfway when he saw Chen Ze rapidly approaching, and when he got close, Chen Ze pointed at his watch.

"Three minutes left."

"Damn it!" Zhang Chun dared not hold back any longer and tried his best to catch up.

No matter how hard he chased, he couldn't catch up with Chen Ze.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened, and the group entered the classroom on time.

Chen Ze found a seat at the very back, and Zhang Chun followed closely behind.

"What kind of training did the squad leader give you? Your progress is amazing."

Chen Ze did not answer, but glanced at the doorway. At that moment, a middle-aged fat man walked into the classroom carrying a thermos.

......

The first class ended while Zhang Chun was half-asleep.

Chen Ze had originally pinned his hopes on the homeroom teacher, believing that the teacher must have a certain academic record.

After all, someone who can become a homeroom teacher must have some special skills.

But he was overthinking it; no entry appeared above the homeroom teacher's head.

Chen Ze was a little puzzled, but quickly understood.

In this world, capable people are not necessarily outstanding in any one skill; rather, they are strong in all aspects.

Such people are more adept at handling various work-related issues.

Although you may not have any particularly proficient skills, being able to do a little bit of everything is a valuable ability.

It seems that finding someone with a blue tag on their name isn't easy.

So, during the break between classes, Chen Ze went to other classes and searched them one by one.

Unfortunately, mediocrity is the fate of most people, especially those who are still students who have not yet entered society.

So, after searching through all the classrooms on the entire floor, they still couldn't find a single person with the entry.

"Ze-ge, what are you sneaking around to look at in other classes? Are you thinking of... uh... wanting to start a relationship?" Zhang Chun asked curiously.

"It's better than finding the teacher on your computer," Chen Ze said irritably.

Zhang Chun immediately perked up and adopted the posture of a life mentor, saying:

"How naive! You think love is so easy to achieve? Love costs money, and those of us who are struggling to make ends meet shouldn't even dream about it!"

"You don't believe me? Let me break it down for you. If you're in a relationship, dates cost money, right? You have to give small gifts on holidays, right? At the very least, you have to give a red envelope, and then there are hotel rooms and restaurants..."

"Stop!" Chen Ze looked at Wang Wei, who was also a member of the basketball team. "He doesn't have money either, so why does he have a girlfriend who brings him food every day?"

"He's 1.8 meters tall and handsome, what makes us think we can compare?"

"You mean you're ugly?"

"Damn it, I'm talking about 'us,' and I'm even more handsome than you!" Zhang Chun said angrily.

......

After class, at the school cafeteria.

Zhang Chun and his two companions were busy fighting the island, and after getting their food, they couldn't wait to rush back to their dormitory.

Chen Ze didn't go back with them. He found a spot with a great view, sat down, and ate while scanning the students coming and going.

He read it very carefully, afraid of missing any entry.

It has to be said that the cafeteria is much more likely to appear in search results than the teaching building.

He had already seen several people with blue tags above their heads.

The entries were for cooking, English, and mathematics.

Because of the large number of people in the cafeteria, the entries flashed by quickly, and there were many entries whose meanings were unclear.

"Don't worry, they're not going to disappear. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

Chen Ze comforted himself and then fixed his gaze on a male classmate not far away.

The other person casually found a table with their food, and as soon as they sat down, they couldn't wait to take a bite of the braised chicken leg.

This person was wearing a black vest, short and stocky, with bulging muscles all over his body. Although he was strong, he seemed to lack a sense of beauty in terms of lines.

As for his appearance, he had a round face and thick lips, and his head was slightly pointed, which looked very abrupt. The sides of his head were also shaved clean, which made him look very dull.

Above the other's pointed head, a blue-text entry for "Fitness" floated.

Chen Ze didn't know the other party, so it was unrealistic to expect them to teach him right away.

"Hey, haven't we met somewhere before?"

Chen Ze sat down opposite the person with his food and tried to strike up a conversation.

"us?"

The short, stocky boy looked up in confusion, but he couldn't recall any image of Chen Ze in his mind.

But seeing Chen Ze's serious expression, his brain started working at lightning speed.

"We might have met..." He immediately shook his head, "But it's impossible that we've met."

"Which club are you in?" Chen Ze asked.

"Gym Club"

"The gym is the place to be. With your muscles, you're easy to spot at a gym. We've definitely seen you before."

When the topic of muscles came up, the other person immediately perked up, puffed out his chest, raised his arms, and began to show off his biceps without any hesitation.

"So, what do you think of my training?"

Chen Ze glanced at the blue bar above the other person's head and nodded seriously, "Very strong. It must not have been easy to train to your level."

The other person waved his hand cheerfully, "I'm nothing special, I still need to keep practicing."

Chen Ze had an idea, so he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin arms.

He copied him, straining with all his might, bulging his biceps to the size of eggs: "Could I possibly get to this level?"

Looking at Chen Ze's thin appearance, the other party immediately felt a sense of superiority.

"Dude, your foundation is really weak. You need to start by building muscle."

"I don't ask for much, I'll be satisfied if I can reach half of your level."

"You really want to train?"

"Of course! Without practice, where does confidence come from? How are you going to find a girlfriend?"

"That's true."

In just a few words, the two seemed to have found kindred spirits, and they found themselves getting along very well with each other when it came to the topic of fitness.

During this time, Chen Ze learned that the other person's name was Wang Nuotao, and everyone he knew affectionately called him Arno.

As their conversation deepened, the two exchanged contact information.

After the meal.

Chen Ze arrived at the convenience store and said, "Let me buy you a drink."

"You're welcome." As he said this, Arno's eyes inadvertently glanced at the freezer.

Chen Ze understood perfectly well and went straight to the freezer.

What would you like to drink?

"Cola, please."

"Can I drink cola while working out?" Chen Ze asked.

"I just did cardio, which helps me lose weight, and drinking cola helps me replenish my carbohydrates."

"Do you want it sugar-free or with sugar?"

"It tastes best when it's chilled."

"?"

In the end, Chen Ze chose a sweetened iced cola for the other person, who took a big gulp and said:

"If we're disciplined, we should drink sugar-free drinks. But sugar-free drinks make us hungrier the more we drink them, so the ones with sugar taste better. But we need to be disciplined and drink sugar-free drinks."

After the other person rambled on and on, they finished their Coke.

Chen Ze then suggested that he bring him along to the next gym session.

"I'm going to train my legs this afternoon, wanna come along?" Arno casually extended an invitation.

Seeing the other party's eager expression, Chen Ze had a bad feeling. Could this entry be correct?

But since things have come to this, he still chooses to believe!