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(In these few days, do not enter the main battlefield. I suggest you need to do so physical training. After the public test of "Military Road", it’s completely different from the novice training ground. With your current half-baked level, it’s very difficult to survive in the main battlefield filled with experts,) Little Eight’s words made Xia You even more curious about the main battlefield.
"How should I train?" Xia You thought of yesterday’s twelve seconds, biting her lips tightly. Lu Xun, the Lieutenant Colonel, was serious and unsmiling. His emotionless brown eyes, when looking at her, carried a hint of disdain.
In Little Eight’s eyes, the current Number 0 was an unqualified female soldier. Her gaze was too soft, and her physical fitness did not et the requirents of a female soldier.
(Practice makes perfect. The mutual reinforcent between reality and "Military Road" can have a reciprocal effect on each other. I have devised a series of vicious virtual special training for you,) as Little Eight spoke, Xia You’s mind was filled with countless images like watching a movie, which included a series of physical training and testing such as sprints, long-distance running, 400-yard swimming, 30-yard diving, push-ups, and frog jumps.
It had already started raining, a situation sowhat similar to the previous night when she was punished with running, only the rain was heavier, and one could hardly see the scenery ahead due to the rain. There were a few tires beside her feet, with rain hitting her military boots.
In virtual training, she struggled and was covered in mud, training in the heavy rain was even harder than in the blistering sun.
The high wooden tower, the tires dragged forward, Little Eight urged her rcilessly. Xia You, she was fierce, with sprinting moves even more aggressive than a man’s.
She could not lose to herself.
Xia You ran forward with the heavy tire. The weighted tires on either side of her feet almost caused her to fall to the ground. She demonstrated how to minimize the body’s friction, keeping her arms tight, breathing through both the mouth and nose, and with the speed of thunder, she crossed the finish line.
The rainwater flowed down her boots, just like the sweat on Xia You’s body and face.
Ti and again she reached her physical limits, ti and again she overca herself, and on the brink of collapse, Xia You forgot the difference between virtual and reality, waking up abruptly.
Li Xi and the other two roommates in the dorm were awakened. They looked towards Xia You’s bed.
The sky was still dimly lit, with daylight coming through the blue curtains.
Xia You sat up in bed, her upper body erect, her legs curled up, her long hair damp with sweat, breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring as if she had just experienced a nightmare.
"What’s going on? Seriously, can’t you let people sleep," the roommates grumbled.
Xia You did not explain, just got out of bed on her own, fumbled for her cup, haphazardly filled it with water from the dispenser, and after drinking so cold water, her feet felt steadier.
It was only four in the morning, both her body and spirit were without the slightest hint of sleepiness. Xia You left the dorm, passed through the corridor, and went to the sports field.
The sky was still dotted with countless stars, and under the vast horizon, her figure seed even more diminutive.
Xia You started to run slowly along the track, relaxing her body and mind, with the voice of Little Eight echoing in her ears like a shadow.
"It’s been seven or eight years since I last ran on Longzhi Mountain Road," Lu Xun, who had gone out for a morning run at four in the morning, had just co down from the mountain, with the mist from the mountains still on his vest. When he first arrived in Longzhi, he would run up Longzhi Mountain, over six hundred ters high every day. The higher the altitude, the greater the physical demands on a person. Breathing the thin air, the body’s organs respond most thoroughly.
As Lu Xun passed through the campus and saw that the sun was already higher than the shadows of the trees, his breathing, after running over a dozen kiloters, did not waver, and his steps were still steady. After just one day of military training, those students had already secretly given him the nickna "Hell Judge" behind his back. It seed that no matter where he went, he couldn’t shake off the association with the word "devil."
"I wonder if that bunch has collapsed yet; let’s have an ergency assembly at 5:30." Lu Xun looked down at his watch; the hands pointed to 5:10, while the second hand...
On the field, there was the sound of running. The starlight had been replaced by sunlight, and Lu Xun saw a figure. The second hand continued to move.
"The pace is not bad; it seems that yesterday’s training hasn’t worn those kids out," Lu Xun raised his eyebrows. To maintain such a frequency of sprinting speeds after such heavy exercise the day before ant this cadet had considerable physical ability. His brows furrowed when he saw clearly who the figure was.
"Is that her?" The female student who had desperately made it into twelve seconds the night before. Lu Xun looked down at his watch again.
"Is she deliberately training for the 100-ter acceleration?" Such a component wasn’t part of traditional military training. Looking back at his watch, was it possible she had sohow learned of his military training plans in advance?
The military training Lu Xun arranged was not any traditional training. For this particular session, he designed several components including the 100-ter sprint, triathlon, Combat Technique, shooting, and others. However, this training schedule had not been made public; only he and Ren Minghang were aware of it.
"Could it be that Ren Minghang tipped her off? Never mind," there was no longer a need to look at the watch. Sprinting is one of the daily exercises that most challenge human limits; starting from twelve seconds, it’s very hard to improve further. And there was a 100-ter race waiting for these new recruits today. The harder this female student trained now, the more tired she would be later.
Seven o’clock in the morning, military training started on ti. Despite a whole night’s rest, the students could hardly conceal their fatigue.
Zhang Fangxiao ca out, spirited, the exercise from the previous day was okay, but her skin was a bit sunburned. She had to apply three face masks last night to reduce the redness and swelling. Thanks to the effect of those face masks, plus her deliberately getting up early and applying a light makeup that barely noticed, her peacock-like face stood out among the other flushed female students. Even when the two instructors ca by, they couldn’t help but take an extra glance at her.
This feeling of satisfaction was short-lived. When Xia You walked into the formation, Zhang Fangxiao’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
There was not the slightest sign of fatigue on Xia You’s face; what was even more infuriating was that her face was still pale and white, and because of her previous run, there was a bit of fine sweat on her forehead. Her cheeks were flushed with a warm red, and without makeup, she was still eye-catching.
"All personnel, attention! Today our training exercise will be the 100-ter sprint," as soon as Ren Minghang announced the word sprint, Zhang Fangxiao’s previous anger imdiately dissipated. She felt confident about sprinting.
Although she had never learned Combat Technique, it should have so similarities to martial arts.
The other students listened but didn’t have much objection; it was just running, after all. Before they were admitted to Longzhi, they had all undergone a lot of physical training.
Xia You also frowned slightly. It looked like a coincidence, but if it were before, short-distance running would be her weakness. For so reason, she always felt this ti the military training instructors were targeting her.
"Male and female students, in dormitory units, will compete in a 4x400 ter relay race. Before drawing lots, discuss the order of the relay among dormitories; the losing side will run ten laps around the track." According to its literal aning, this was a harsh race with an even win-loss ratio.
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