Returning from cultivating immortality, the top scorer in the college entrance examination goes bers

Under the blazing sun, the training ground for joint military exercises was sweltering.

The entire venue was like a giant steamer, with the cement floor scorching hot.

It's so hot to step on, even the wind feels hot.

The freshmen, who had just finished standing at attention for half an hour, collapsed under the shade of a tree.

They were all like wilted cabbages, panting with their mouths open, too exhausted even to complain.

Only Lu Jingchen remained standing ramrod straight.

He walked up to Instructor Zhang Qi, who was leading the training, and gave a standard military salute.

Lu Jingchen said calmly, "Instructor, I need to ask for leave."

Zhang Qi is a veteran who retired from the field army. He has a muscular physique and looks fierce.

He glanced at Lu Jingchen from head to toe with a mocking expression and his eyes full of contempt.

His lips were pursed in a wide, smirking manner, as if he were looking at a pampered young master.

Zhang Qi spoke with disdain:

"What? You can't even handle a few days of military training?"

"Trying to find an excuse to slack off, huh?"

"Today's college students really can't endure any hardship."

Lu Jingchen sighed helplessly, inwardly complaining that this instructor was incredibly stubborn.

He didn't want to waste words and went straight to the point.

Lu Jingchen said:

"How about this, Instructor, let's make a bet."

"If I do that, you'll approve my leave without hesitation."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qi immediately laughed, crossed his arms, and looked confident.

He's been a soldier for so many years, how could he be outdone by a mere kid? Just kidding.

Zhang Qi said with a smile:

"Fine, I'll see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

"As long as you can follow me and complete the basic training intensity I give you in the army."

"If you finish this smoothly, I'll grant you leave. I promise."

Lu Jingchen's eyes were firm, and his tone was full of certainty:

"Isn't it just a 10-kilometer cross-country run plus 500 standard push-ups?"

"No problem, just a drop of water."

"Once I've finished everything, you have to grant me four days of leave, no questions asked."

Zhang Qi sneered on the spot, his face full of disdain, thinking that this kid was just bragging.

Ten kilometers plus five hundred push-ups would be tough enough to take even a veteran soldier to bleed.

A freshman in college? Dream on!

Zhang Qi crossed his arms, a mocking expression on his face:

"Okay, I'll take the bet."

"Don't let yourself get overwhelmed halfway through and start crying and demanding to stop."

"Don't say I bullied you later, and don't make excuses if you lose face."

Lu Jingchen smiled faintly and did not reply.

Thinking to myself: This amount of training isn't even enough for me to warm up.

The camera then shifts to the synthetic track at the training ground.

The sun was even more intense, making the track feel soft, and waves of heat hit us in the face.

Lu Jingchen and Zhang Qi sped along the track.

A close-up shot showed Lu Jingchen with a rosy complexion and steady breathing.

He didn't even break a sweat, and looked as relaxed as if he were taking a walk after dinner.

His steps were neither too fast nor too slow, and the distance of each step was as precise as if it had been measured.

Looking at Zhang Qi next to him, although he was still very fast.

But beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead and were streaming down his cheeks.

The breathing rhythm also began to increase, and the chest heaved more and more violently.

Instructor Xu stood by the track, a stopwatch in his hand, his eyes wide open.

His expression changed from casually observing the situation to one of utter shock, his mouth agape in disbelief.

Instructor Xu screamed in his heart:

What the heck? Who is this kid?

Five laps have passed, a full two kilometers, and he has been keeping Zhang Qi's speed under control the whole time!

It's only ever a tiny bit fast, like walking a dog?

This physical fitness is just outrageous!

On the track, the two had already completed their twentieth lap, a full eight kilometers.

Zhang Qi's face was already flushed red, and the veins on his neck were bulging.

He gritted his teeth, exerted force, and accelerated instantly, trying to shake off Lu Jingchen.

Zhang Qi gritted his teeth inwardly:

Want to compete with me in physical fitness? Dream on!

I've been in the army for over ten years, do you think I'd lose to a mere kid like you?

Today I'm going to show you what the true strength of a king of soldiers is!

Lu Jingchen immediately noticed Zhang Qi's acceleration, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

With a seemingly casual, light step, his figure instantly moved like the wind.

In a flash, he easily overtook Zhang Qi, and even glanced back at him.

Lu Jingchen spoke calmly, his breathing perfectly steady:

"Instructor Zhang, why don't you take a break?"

"Shall we do push-ups after you've calmed down?"

"Look at you, panting like a dog that just finished a marathon. Don't overexert yourself."

Zhang Qi was so shocked by his words that he almost couldn't catch his breath and staggered to a stop.

He braced himself against his knees with both hands, bent over, and gasped for breath.

Sweat poured down his face, soaking his camouflage uniform, which clung tightly to his back.

He ran ten kilometers with all his might, but Lu Jingchen still left him half a lap behind.

He's completely lost face, but he still refuses to admit defeat; a true master of stubbornness.

Zhang Qi was panting heavily, but he was still trying to put on a brave face:

"I...I'm fine!"

"It's only ten kilometers? No problem!"

"Give me ten minutes to rest, and I'll show you what I'm made of."

"What does it mean to be a push-up prince in the military?!"

Lu Jingchen raised an eyebrow but didn't expose him, leaning against the railing to wait.

Thinking to myself: Is that all? The little prince of push-ups? I think he's more like the little prince of stubbornness.

Ten minutes passed in a flash on the open ground of the training field.

Lu Jingchen and Zhang Qi lay side by side on the ground, hands supporting their weight, in the standard push-up position.

The freshmen who were resting nearby all gathered around, chattering away as if they were watching a grand show.

Instructor Xu stood to the side, holding a counting board, ready to count.

Instructor Xu waved his hand and shouted:

"On your marks! Ready—Go!"

As soon as they finished speaking, their bodies began to rise and fall rapidly.

The movements were so precise they couldn't be more perfect; he went down with his chest touching the ground and came up with his arms straight, and the speed was ridiculously fast.

Zhang Qi's face was flushed, and beads of sweat on his forehead fell to the ground, spreading out a small wet patch.

Each time he pushed himself up, it was accompanied by a low growl, as he used all his strength.

He was seething with anger and determined to get his revenge by doing push-ups.

But looking at Lu Jingchen next to him, he remained expressionless.

His movements were like those of a machine, precise and stable, and his speed was even faster than Zhang Qi's.

Even his breathing was perfectly steady, as if he were playing a game, without the slightest pressure.

The surrounding freshmen were dumbfounded, exclaiming "Holy crap!" one after another.

"Wow! Brother Lu is amazing! That speed!"

"Even the instructors can barely keep up! What kind of superhuman physical abilities do they have?"

"A top student with over 700 points in academics, and such amazing physical abilities? This is pure 'dimensional subversion'!"

Soon, Zhang Qi finished his hundredth repetition and instantly sprang to his feet.

His chest heaved violently as he gasped for breath, his legs feeling weak.

He originally intended to do 500 in one go, but he couldn't manage 100, and his face instantly turned black.

Instructor Xu looked at the counting board in his hand and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He winked and teased Zhang Qi:

"Instructor Zhang, you just scolded them quite a bit for being spoiled."

"Now it seems that their strength is much greater than yours."

"What? You can't hold on already?"

Zhang Qi instantly became furious and embarrassed, his face turning bright red, and he interrupted him directly.

"What are you laughing at! No need for a break! Let's move on to the next round!"

"It's just five hundred push-ups, right? I'm going to finish them today!"

He shouted fiercely, but his legs were trembling, and he was already panicking inside.

He finally understood that the nineteen-year-old college student in front of him was no ordinary person.

I messed up my act today; I really shot myself in the foot.

The surrounding freshmen couldn't help but chuckle at Zhang Qi's stubbornness.

They all gave Lu Jingchen a thumbs up, their eyes filled with admiration.

Lu Jingchen remained calm, dusted off his hands, bent down again, and assumed a push-up position.

It was as if the ten kilometers he had just covered were merely a warm-up for him.