I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

At that moment, not far from the horizontal bar area, Song Yizhou was passing by the edge of the playground.

He hadn't slept all night, his eyes were dark and swollen, and he looked like he'd been drained of half his life.

As he passed the horizontal bar area, he glanced at the students as usual, and then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Because he saw Wu Hanfeng's backpack.

The backpack was placed on the ground next to the horizontal bar, bulging and as big as a small mountain.

The zipper couldn't be zipped all the way up, and through the open gap, you could clearly see that it was packed full of red bricks, one after another, with almost no space between them.

Song Yizhou's pupils contracted slightly.

He personally inspected Wu Hanfeng's backpack yesterday.

Although I was taken aback by the five pairs of training shoes and the pile of medicines, at least it still looked like a normal backpack.

But this backpack is a completely different species from yesterday's.

Round and bulging, every inch of the fabric was stretched to its limit.

Song Yizhou walked over without even realizing it.

"Wu Hanfeng, how much stuff is in that backpack?"

"Reporting, squad leader." Wu Hanfeng, who was turning around, stopped when he heard the voice and said with a smile, "The backpack contains thirty red bricks, plus the 15 kilograms of the backpack itself. There are no extra items."

Thirty yuan.

Song Yizhou thought he had misheard.

He strode forward, squatted down, and tried to open the backpack to see what was inside.

"Squad leader, do you want to check?" Wu Hanfeng stepped aside and gestured for them to proceed.

Song Yizhou didn't stand on ceremony and unzipped his backpack.

Then he saw a backpack full of red bricks, neatly stacked and airtight.

There were almost no gaps between the bricks.

He casually pulled out a piece, held it in his hand, and tossed it around.

It felt cold to the touch and heavy.

Judging from his feeling, it was slightly heavier than the bricks he usually saw by the playground.

"Thirty bricks..." Song Yizhou murmured, "Do you know how much thirty red bricks plus fifteen kilograms of equipment costs?"

"About forty-five to fifty kilograms," Wu Hanfeng said. "The bricks that have absorbed water will weigh even more."

Approximately 45 to 50 kilograms.

You just said it so casually?

Do you still think it's not enough?

"Are you crazy?" Song Yizhou blurted out, drawing the attention of many trainees around him. "You're going to run ten kilometers carrying that? Do you think you're a heavy truck?"

"Class monitor, I'm in the top class, aren't I?" Wu Hanfeng grinned and pointed to Zhao Yihang and the others over there. "They've all joined quite a few as well. Everyone's fine, I can't fall behind, can I?"

He said it so casually, but Song Yizhou felt like punching him.

Falling behind?

If you can run 10 kilometers carrying 50 kilograms and not fall behind, that would be a miracle!

"Do you know what the best time in our training team's history is for running 10 kilometers with a 20-kilogram load?"

"How much?" Wu Hanfeng asked curiously.

"Fifty-two points," Song Yizhou said in a deep voice. "That was set three years ago by a second-term sergeant from a tank company. He went straight to the medical team after the race and it took him three days to recover."

"You're carrying fifty kilograms for ten kilometers. Either you're just pretending to gain sympathy, or you have no concept of ten kilometers."

He stared at Wu Hanfeng, wanting to see his reaction.

Wu Hanfeng simply said "Oh," then stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked, "If I finish the race but don't make it into the medical team, will that count as breaking the record?"

Song Yizhou: "…………"

He felt like he had stepped into another trap.

That bastard is clearly leaving himself an escape route by saying that.

If you can't run anymore, you can pretend to faint, sprain your ankle, or have a cramp halfway through, and then smoothly join the medical team to gain some sympathy points.

But he was overthinking it.

Song Yizhou will not give him that chance.

This is a training ground, not a charity hall.

You memorized a lot because you chose to do so yourself.

If you can't run anymore, get dizzy, or collapse, that's your own problem. We instructors can only carry you off the field; we will never lower our standards just because you carry a lot.

"Fine, fine! Let's see how you run away later! I really don't believe I can't deal with you!" Song Yizhou said coldly.

After saying that, he turned and left.

A veteran from the second term, carrying 50 kilograms of equipment, running 10 kilometers—if he could actually finish, even if he didn't join the medical team, he would be absolutely insane.

Song Yizhou has been a class monitor for many years and has seen many physical monsters, but he has never seen anyone as stubborn as Wu Hanfeng.

He knew that Wu Hanfeng was a deep and cunning man, not a simple character.

But how deep? Another layer of questions grew in his mind.

As Song Yizhou's conversation spread, the nearby students began to whisper among themselves.

"There really are thirty bricks in that backpack? I'm already struggling with just fifteen kilograms, and he doubled that, plus ten kilometers..."

"It's not just doubled, it's more than tripled! Starting at 45 kilograms! Is this even human?"

"No wonder it's called the Peak Class; this 'peak' is a bit too much. I suspect something bad is going to happen today. Hopefully, someone will faint later?"

"Fainting is the least of your worries. I think this guy is acting strangely. Who would deliberately put extra pressure on themselves? Does he really think he's some kind of superhero?"

"Heh, it'll be interesting if you can't finish the run. The training team doesn't show any mercy; failing the run is more embarrassing than being crippled."

………………

The moment the whistle blew, Wu Hanfeng shot off like an arrow.

Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei followed closely behind, forming an arrow-shaped formation. They cut diagonally out of the square formation and quickly left the formation behind them more than ten meters behind.

Before the regular trainees behind could react to the whistle, they saw a dusty figure, enveloped in a cloud of dust, howling as it disappeared off the track ahead.

"Brother Feng! Charge!"

"It's Chinese New Year! Time to stock up on New Year's goods!"

"Those who run slowly don't get any meat!"

"Don't steal my thunder, I'm going to be the fastest runner in the top class today!"

"You're kidding me. With your short legs, you could only run a fraction of a second faster than me!"

The five people ran and shouted, their voices drifting back from ahead.

Before Qin Gang, Liu Zhen, Song Yizhou, and the others standing by the playground could react, the five people had already run dozens of meters away.

Qin Gang was stunned for a moment.

What's going on?

This is a 10-kilometer armed cross-country run, not a 100-meter sprint!

Do you five have some kind of misunderstanding about the words "ten kilometers"?