568: C568 Is It Joy or Sadness

C568 Is It Joy or Sadness

Ye Ziheng's speed was very fast, so fast that no one could believe it. However, the speed mentioned here wasn't the usual kind of speed. Instead, it was another kind of unbelievable speed.

After 3 minutes and 50 seconds, Ye Ziheng had finished the first lap of the remaining 7 laps. This was the so-called "fast."

Perhaps in some people's eyes, running 1000 meters in 3 minutes and 50 seconds in 3 minutes and 50 seconds could only be considered average. It could not be considered fast at all.

Indeed, 3 minutes and 50 seconds could not be considered fast, but the prerequisite was that Ye Ziheng still ran 13 laps before this lap! 13 laps, a total of 13,000 kilometers! A distance of 13 kilometers! Even after running for such a long distance, he was still able to run 100 meters at such a shocking speed. Wasn't this called "fast"?

Perhaps it really wasn't "fast," it should be called abnormal.

Yan Xia'an leaned her head against Ye Ziheng's back, feeling the cool breeze that was brought about by Ye Ziheng's running. She looked at Ye Ziheng underneath her, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you."

Yan Xia'an said in a low voice, but unfortunately, her voice was too soft and not even Ye Ziheng could hear her.

Yan Xia'an then leaned on Ye Ziheng's shoulder and felt the cool breeze as she slowly fell asleep.

Ye Ziheng's running speed never slowed down. From the beginning, it had been 3 minutes and 50 seconds. It went from the second round's 3 minutes and 48 seconds, to the fourth round's 3 minutes and 40 seconds. Until the last round, Ye Ziheng's running speed reached 3 minutes and 30 seconds.

Carrying Yan Xia'an on his back, Ye Ziheng slowly walked to Yang Cheng. Although he was not tired, in order to not make everyone suspicious, he pretended to be panting and sweating.

"Reporting to the instructor, I have finished running."

Yang Cheng smiled lightly and raised his watch to take a look.

"11: 58. Is the timing quite accurate? Sure. In the future, the military training of your class will officially begin at 10 o'clock. Furthermore, I will cover the food expenses for this week! "

The moment Yang Cheng said this, the students immediately cried out in surprise.

"F * ck, cow beer!"

"Ye Ziheng, I've never admired anyone in my life. You're one of them!"

"Wow, Ye Ziheng is so handsome!"

...

Everyone praised Ye Ziheng generously. Some girls even wanted to jump into Ye Ziheng's arms and give themselves to him.

Ye Ziheng smiled, but he seemed to remember something. He turned his head and saw Yan Xia'an sleeping on her shoulder.

Her face looked pale, and her breathing kept coming out of her nose. Her small mouth was slightly open, and she looked quite cute.

Ye Ziheng looked at Yan Xia'an and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Alright, Ye Ziheng, just send Yan Xia'an to the infirmary. When she wakes up, let her drink some glucose or something. You don't have to come in the afternoon. Just take care of her in the infirmary."

Ye Ziheng was stunned when he heard this.

"Ah! Why me?"

A smile appeared on Yang Cheng's face.

"Because the two of you are a team."

When Ye Ziheng heard that, he helplessly sighed and did not say anything else. He carried Yan Xia'an and walked towards the school infirmary.

Seeing Ye Ziheng carrying Yan Xia'an and walking away slowly, the boys in the class had a feeling of sadness and joy.

After two hours, he lost his goddess. Was it joy or sadness? Was it joy or sadness!0

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