PNB Chapter 143 The playground instantly erupted in chaos.
Chapter 143 The playground instantly erupted in chaos.
Shen Li surpassed several nerdy male computer science students.
One of them, after running the third lap, was already pale, clutching his knees and panting like a broken bellows, muttering to himself:
"This doesn't conform to... the law of conservation of energy... The bread I ate this morning... had 300 calories... How come it's gone after just two laps?"
Another guy, who was slightly better off, grabbed him and dragged him away, shouting as he did so, looking utterly desperate.
"Stop calculating! Run! If you're any slower, Teacher Tie will lap you!"
The nerdy guy wailed with a mournful face:
"Why did I choose physical training? I should have chosen Tai Chi! I heard that Tai Chi class is basically just standing in a stance and sleeping under a tree! Why the hell didn't I choose that?!"
Shen Li gracefully passed by them, silently giving herself a mental thumbs-up:
This is the information gap, guys! If you had done any research before choosing your courses, would you be here questioning your life now?
As I passed by the edge of the football field, another football flew over.
This time, the ball didn't hit anyone. Instead, it flew in a strange arc and landed precisely in a large puddle beside the track... that was left by the water truck earlier.
A boy wearing a Brazilian team jersey ran over, stared at the soccer ball in the puddle, and was dumbfounded.
A male director with heavy makeup and a dreadlocked braid followed behind him (Shen Li's assessment).
He squatted down right next to the puddle and started recording close-up shots with his phone, muttering to himself:
"Football... mud... a twist of fate... amazing! The lighting! The composition! It's a masterpiece without any post-production color grading!"
The guy playing soccer looked at him with a "Are you crazy?" expression and urged, "What are you recording? Help me retrieve the ball!"
The guy with the dreadlocks didn't even look up, just waved his hand and said:
"Stop making noise! Don't scoop it up yet! Let me record for another ten seconds... The way the water ripples spread is so poetic!"
The guy playing soccer was so angry his face turned green. He took off his shoes and jumped into the ditch to retrieve the ball.
Shen Li turned around and continued running, only to find that Jing Yang had also encountered a new situation.
Jing Yang and Yang Yi were running side by side, with two girls running alongside them in front of them.
One was a hot broadcasting major girl, wearing a tight sports vest and super short shorts; the other was a directing major girl whom he had previously mocked.
Jing Yang's eyes lit up, and he prepared to speed up and pass through them.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his pace, and was preparing to execute a beautiful "dribble past the opponent".
But then, without paying attention, she stepped on the loose shoelace of the directing student in front of her.
The girl cried out "Ouch!" as her shoe flew off.
Jing Yang almost tripped as well, staggering several steps before regaining his balance.
The girl hopped back on one foot, her face contorted with anger: "What are you doing?!"
Jing Yang's face flushed red as he pointed to the shoelaces on the ground: "You...your shoelaces are untied! I...I was just reminding you!"
The girl looked down and saw that her shoelaces were indeed loose. Her anger subsided somewhat, but she still wouldn't let it go:
"Then why don't you remind me with your mouth! What's the point of stomping on me with your feet?"
Jing Yang, though unconvinced, retorted confidently, "I reminded you verbally! Didn't you hear me? This is... an emergency stop!"
The girl next to the broadcasting major covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes sparkling.
Yang Yi drifted by silently, adding a silly twist: "He did want to remind you... he just told me about 'interweaving'."
Jing Yang's face turned even redder: "Yang Yi, shut up!"
I finally finished four laps.
Shen Li remained calm and composed, Jing Yang bent over, supporting his knees as he breathed heavily, and Yang Yi was slightly out of breath but still okay.
Dai Xiao stared blankly at the running data on his phone app and recited a string of numbers:
"Average pace 5 minutes 23 seconds, total steps 3,471, calories burned 183, left foot strike pressure 12% higher than right foot, recommended to adjust running form."
Jing Yang, panting, asked, "You look at data when you run?"
Dai Xiao glanced at him, pushed up his glasses, and said something hurtful:
"Your cadence suddenly dropped by 37 percent during your second lap. You must have been dazzled by that girl in the pleated skirt's ponytail."
Jing Yang almost fainted.
The girl in the broadcasting department wearing a pleated skirt happened to pass by, overheard everything, turned around and gave them a sweet smile. Her peach blossom eyes were watery, making Jing Yang feel even more embarrassed.
The girl flicked her ponytail, leaving behind a graceful silhouette.
Teacher Tie stood by the track, arms crossed, watching the group of students running back unsteadily with a blank expression.
He spoke after everyone had caught their breath; his voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear him clearly:
"The purpose of the warm-up run is to get your bodies warmed up, not for you to put on a show of 'bizarre campus behavior' here."
His gaze swept over Jing Yang:
"Hey there, you in fluorescent green, running isn't a fashion show. Your stride is unsteady, your arm swing is too wide, and there are too many unnecessary movements. Are you here to run or to skydive?"
Jing Yang was so ashamed that he wanted to tear off his fluorescent green bodysuit on the spot.
Teacher Tie then looked at the students from the broadcasting department, his tone softening slightly, but still stern:
"Don't wear makeup when you run. Sweat will wash the makeup into your eyes and affect your eyesight. Also, if I see you running in high heels again, I'll deduct points from your participation score."
Several girls looked down, and the girl whose false eyelashes had fallen off halfway quickly pulled off the rest.
Then Teacher Tie looked at Shen Li, sized her up, and raised an eyebrow slightly: "You."
Shen Li immediately straightened her back, thinking that she should have run pretty well just now.
"Your warm-up was quite thorough, your rhythm was steady, your core control was good, and your breathing was also regular. Do you run often?"
Shen Li was about to say something modest, "It's alright, I do my morning exercise every day."
Teacher Tie added, with a hint of meaning in his tone, "But the sole of your shoe is about to fall off."
Shen Li: "..."
Teacher Tie glanced at the group of pale-faced computer science students, remained silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly, as if facing a group of hopeless underachievers:
"You guys... never mind. Putting everything else aside, just finish those four laps. Those who don't finish will have extra practice after class. The worst thing about physical training is being a 'homebody.' Technically inactive people are no good, but physically inactive people are even worse!"
Next comes the formal training content.
Teacher Tie dragged a huge iron basket to the front of the line, which was filled with all kinds of equipment:
Jump rope, dumbbells, yoga mat, resistance bands, marker buckets, and several heavy medicine balls.
"Today's lesson will be a cyclical training program. I've set up four stations, with three minutes of practice time at each station, followed by a one-minute rest, and then we'll move on to the next station. Now, you can start forming groups freely, with an even distribution of people at each station."
The moment the words were spoken, the playground erupted in chaos.
Everyone began searching for their "brothers in misfortune".
Shen Li naturally teamed up with Jing Yang, Yang Yi, and Dai Xiao, and they also dragged along two unlucky guys from the computer science department...
One was called A-Zhai (tall and thin, with glasses thicker than the bottom of a bottle), and the other was called Xiao Pang (round-faced, the one who almost ran out of breath after two and a half laps)... They barely managed to make up the headcount for the first stop.