The System is Abstract, Luckily, So Am I

Chapter 228 : Wang Ze, Stop Jogging for a Second, I Need to Ask You Something

"When I ask for leave, the teacher is unhappy, but when the teacher asks for leave, I am very happy. Perhaps this is the difference in perspective."

On Wednesday, the geography teacher couldn't make it to class due to some matters. After happily enjoying a self-study period, the dismissal bell rang, and Bai Bufan spoke with the demeanor of a wise master.

"Indeed. When the teacher is late, we don't make him stand as punishment either. The superiority is clear." Lin Li nodded, highly agreeing:

"Who exactly said our generation is the ruined generation? Looking at it this way, we are the most hopeful generation! So kind-hearted."

Bai Bufan still didn't have Lin Li's thick skin and couldn't keep the joke going.

If this generation were all like him and Lin Li, even the resurrection of the Qing Dynasty would be considered a promising future.

The next period was P.E., and the two headed to the sports field together.

They went to the designated spot to assemble. Just as the preparatory bell rang, Wang Ze brought the P.E. teacher over.

The P.E. teacher, You Jun, waited for Wang Ze to return to the ranks, then put his hands behind his back, tapped his back with the roll call book, and said to everyone:

"Wang Ze has already spoken to me. Since your sports meeting is coming up soon, it's quite necessary to give you some training time during P.E. class. At his suggestion, here's what we'll do: I'll only take up the first ten minutes of this class, and you can arrange the rest of the time yourselves."

"Yeah! Yeah!" Everyone immediately cheered upon hearing this.

"Wang Ze is awesome."

"As expected of a sports student!"

Nowadays, P.E. classes also have quotas, which means that in a normal P.E. class, having half a period of free activity time is considered a lot, and sometimes there's none at all.

As the hero of the hour, Wang Ze wore a forced smile, hiding his merit and fame.

"Boys will run a 1000-meter test, girls an 800-meter test, and the rest of the time is free activity," You Jun continued.

"Wang Ze is awe... eh?"

The cheers died down, leaving only a deathly silence.

Three seconds later, Wang Ze could feel countless resentful gazes from behind him.

But he was powerless.

Just now, when he was walking over with You Jun, he had pitifully asked him: "Old You, if you push this blame onto me, what will happen to my parents?"

However, facing this questioning, You Jun just patted Wang Ze's shoulder:

"On the path of growth, one always has to lose something. Those who are unwilling to sacrifice anything can change nothing."

"Old You, why not use yours?"

"My parents are still useful."

"Fuck."

Facing the coach and P.E. teacher, a guy who could double his training volume at any time, Wang Ze could only smile and endure.

The wails of the crowd couldn't change You Jun's decision. He said loudly:

"Wang Ze will lead the group. First, jog one lap to warm up. Then boys stop at the starting line, and girls stop at the 200-meter line.

"Later, the boys will run first. After all the boys have run 200 meters, Wenjing, you give the girls the 'go' command and give me a hand signal. I won't go over there; I'll time you from the finish line."

"Okay." Xie Wenjing nodded.

...

The jogging began.

"Wang Ze, stop jogging for a second, I need to ask you something," Lin Li shouted from behind.

"No way, bro, no way," Zhang Haoyang answered for Wang Ze.

"I need to take a shit."

And Bai Bufan, beside him, was visibly starting to get nervous.

He usually felt the urge to poop before a physical test anyway.

This physical test was even more sudden, and Bai Bufan hadn't emptied his payload in the morning.

"I feel like it's ready to burst out," he said with difficulty.

"Poop, poop," Lin Li heard this and shouted at Bai Bufan's butt.

Bai Bufan: "?"

"Motherfucker, not that kind of bursting out! If it really comes out, you're fucking dead!"

"Baowei didn't bring his backpack out, so I can't give you his glasses case." Lin Li shrugged, indicating he was powerless too.

He couldn't possibly waste a "Hold Poop Talisman" on him. What was the difference between that and feeding fifty System Currency to a dog?

"Fuck! Why is this so sudden!!" Bai Bufan was still wailing.

Lin Li ignored him and reached out his hand: "Bufan, lend me your watch."

"What are you going to do to my watch (biao zi)?" Bai Bufan immediately stopped wailing and became very alert.

(Translator's Note: "Biao zi" can mean watch, but it's also a homophone for "bitch").

"I'm going to use it to check my pace per lap later. I plan to run the 3000 meters directly," Lin Li explained.

Although running the 3000 meters meant his time for the first 1000 meters would definitely be slower than if he only ran 1000 meters, Lin Li didn't care about that. For this kind of physical test, finishing was enough. It wasn't like the high school entrance exam where it counted towards the final score.

Even if he ran it in four and a half minutes like before, there would be no punishment.

"Holy shit, are you crazy? Fine, treat my watch well." Bai Bufan clicked his tongue upon hearing this, but since Lin Li was doing serious business, he took off his watch and gave it to him.

He was going to take it off anyway.

Poor students have many excuses. People who are bad at sports are more likely to think that having a watch on their wrist is extra weight and will make running even more torturous.

"Teachable. I wish you a tailwind the whole way when you run later."

"Thanks for the good wishes."

Lin Li accelerated to the front of the line and told Wang Ze his idea.

Wang Ze nodded upon hearing this: "Sure, I don't care. We sports students default to 'excellent' for physical tests."

"Dirty under-the-table deals."

...

"Stretch whatever needs stretching. Alright, everyone get on the track." The boys and girls were all in position, so You Jun signaled the boys at the starting line.

In the past, Lin Li would always anxiously squeeze into the innermost lane at this time, because he always felt that starting from there was the best.

But now, the confident Lin Li no longer had such anxiety, so he confidently squeezed into the innermost lane.

Squeezing is healthy.

"Go!" You Jun pressed the stopwatch.

The crowd poured out. Wang Ze took the lead, and the other boys who were better at sports naturally followed behind.

Lin Li wasn't in a hurry at all; he followed behind Bai Bufan.

Of course, he only followed for five seconds before feeling this guy was running too slowly.

"On your left." As he passed Bai Bufan, Lin Li turned his head and raised his eyebrows.

Bai Bufan: "?"

Watching Lin Li run away, Bai Bufan's eyes widened.

This guy acting like Captain America... is he planning to lap me?

Lin Li started acting like Happy Superman.

Zhang Haoyang, passed! Zhou Baowei, passed! Qin Zeyu, passed!

Wang Yuezhi... this one wouldn't do. Call him son once, he's a son for life. Ghost fathers are forbidden.

With almost no effort, Lin Li quickly followed behind Wang Ze, becoming the second place among the boys.

The Eight-Section Body Forging Art was terrifyingly powerful.

"Lin Li, go for it~"

As he passed the 200-meter mark, in the group of waiting girls, Chen Yuying looked at Lin Li's ranking with some surprise in her eyes, but she didn't stint on her praise.

"Alright, you go for it too." Lin Li smiled and waved.

"Holy shit, Lin Li, you're behind me?" Wang Ze heard the voice, turned his head, and was surprised to find that the footsteps behind him had been Lin Li all along?

"Wang Ze, your butt is really heart-pounding," Lin Li answered irrelevantly.

Wang Ze raised a middle finger, then slightly accelerated.

Lin Li followed closely.

In the last two hundred meters of the 1000 meters, Qin Zeyu, Chen Tianming, and a few other boys who were better at sports had already passed the two of them.

After all, everyone's goals were different. They still had over two thousand meters to run, so they couldn't sprint now.

"Fourth, fifth."

During physical tests, they don't announce the times when you finish, only the rankings.

Lin Li checked his watch himself. The first 1000 meters took three minutes and forty seconds.

Honestly, this was already the fastest 1000 meters Lin Li had ever run in his life.

1500 meters, five minutes and forty seconds.

The Nansang High School sports meeting record for the 1500 meters was 4 minutes, 33 seconds, and 09 milliseconds, which wasn't a very high record.

2000 meters, seven minutes and thirty seconds.

3000 meters, eleven minutes and twenty-eight seconds.

"Holy shit, hah—hah—Lin Li, hah—you motherfucker, hah—" After finishing the 3000 meters, Wang Ze took a few steps forward, propped his hands on his knees, and looked back at Lin Li, gasping for breath. "You really kept up, hah—huh?"

Even at the end, when Wang Ze started sprinting, he couldn't shake Lin Li off.

"As long as you have legs." Lin Li, who was also panting, gave an OK sign.

This time he really wasn't just acting tough.

Actually, Lin Li's panting right now was deliberately exaggerated.

This was the first time Lin Li had ever experienced not having a rusty taste in his throat after a long-distance run.

If Lin Li hadn't intended from the beginning not to pass Wang Ze, he could have completely overtaken him after the first 1500 meters.

11:28:33, the watch stopped at this time.

This speed wasn't slow, averaging less than four minutes per kilometer. If it were the old Lin Li, he couldn't even run a single 1000 meters in under four minutes.

For college students, a 12-minute 3000-meter physical test is a perfect score. In high school, if there are no sports students participating in this event, this result has a very high probability of taking first place, and with a significant gap from second place.

As for the school sports meeting record for the men's 3000 meters, it was 10 minutes, 32 seconds, and 63 milliseconds, which was still a big gap.

But it was normal. With a sloppy warm-up and sloppy clothing, Wang Ze definitely didn't treat this as a real race. If he could get close to the school record, that would be weird.

Lin Li was already secretly rejoicing that Nansang wasn't a school known for sports.

Moreover, the school sports meeting records were generally on the lower side and definitely not the upper limit for those sports students. This was related to the level of the competing athletes and how seriously they took it.

In the track and field records posted by Nansang Middle School, there were also the best records created by students of different grades in city and provincial middle school sports meetings. All the events were much more exaggerated than the school sports meeting records. Some even reached the level of a first-class athlete in their first year of high school, which the individuals themselves probably couldn't replicate, as if they had entered the "Zone."

The reason why that heavy rain could ruin someone's sports dream was because the environment was really important.

Lin Li wasn't in a hurry. Not to mention he hadn't gone all out yet, wasn't there also a lower body physical strength enhancement in the beautiful lady's task?

The lower body must include the other two legs. This kind of direct strength buff should significantly improve his running speed.

The core goal was first place, and the secondary goal was breaking the record.

"No, Lin Li, how have you been exercising this semester? I'm really curious now, teach me?" Wang Ze asked sincerely after his breathing smoothed out a bit. "You Jun really needs to learn from you."

"My 'jing' (scriptures/sperm) is very energetic. Donating once at the hospital starts at three thousand. Can You Jun afford it?" Lin Li asked back.

Wang Ze: "?"

Which 'jing' are you fucking talking about?

"It's the 'jing' from 'Journey to the West' (Xi Tian Qu Jing), not the 'jing' from 'sucking and licking to get sperm' (Xi Tian Qu Jing)!" (Translator's Note: A pun on "qu jing" which can mean "fetching scriptures" or "extracting sperm").

"Oh, sorry, misunderstood."

"You'd better have misunderstood. Tell me, how did you exercise?" Wang Ze was really curious.

In one month, Lin Li went from being at the bottom of the class in sports to being able to keep up with him in the 3000 meters?

Although he didn't specialize in long-distance running, this wasn't right, was it?

And why did it feel like this guy was in better shape than him?

Wang Ze's head was full of question marks right now.

"100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups, 100 squats, and a 10-kilometer run every day, rain or shine. Just stick to it for three years. Go, go train. This is my greatest treasure, I've entrusted it all to you."

Lin Li didn't hide anything and told Wang Ze his secret.

"So you're One Punch Man too?" Wang Ze saw through it at a glance and gave a thumbs up: "If a normal person trains like Saitama, and their knees and ankles are still healthy, they are this."

"Then maybe I have a natural physique for sports?"

"Alright, then Lin Li, you participate in these two events. I feel like if you train a bit more, getting first place is very secure. If there are no experts, eleven and a half minutes is enough for first place.

"Tsk, let me see if I can draft another sucker, so I can free myself up to run the events I'm good at and bring back another first place."

Wang Ze pinched his chin and started thinking.

"What about the relay race? Do we need to find people to run the 100 meters now?" Lin Li hadn't forgotten about this.

"Sure... eh? You've recovered? Running now?" Wang Ze's eyes widened.

"Walking to the 100-meter starting line should be enough time to recover, it's just running 100 meters." Lin Li nodded.

Wang Ze: "?"

"Recovered so fast? Are you on drugs?"

"I've recovered too. Wang Ze, you really suck." Bai Bufan stood up from the grass at this time, walked over, and said disdainfully to Wang Ze, whose breathing still hadn't smoothed out.

Wang Ze: "..."

This guy Bai Bufan is really shameless.

This motherfucker only ran 1000 meters, and it took him almost ten minutes to recover. He still looks like a dead man, yet he comes to mock me.

"When are you ( ) going to ( )?" Nansang's top laner Wang Ze said this.

(Translator's Note: Implied profanity).

(End of Chapter)