Ning Feiyang had no time to pay attention to the gossip. He continued running and quickly completed a lap.
He hasn't exercised for a long time, and although he has the assistance of energy pills, he still feels a little uncomfortable when running.
Ning Feiyang was covered in fat and was very dissatisfied with his body shape. He finally seized the opportunity, but how could he easily miss it? He gritted his teeth and continued running.
After completing two difficult laps, he was soaked to the skin and panting.
"Third lap, continue!" Ning Feiyang cheered himself up.
He did not slow down and kept running at a fast pace, keeping the pace within five, that is, running one thousand meters in five minutes.
All beginnings are hard.
Ning Feiyang finished his third lap, and when he reached the fourth lap, he felt his body relaxed and warm energy surged throughout his body, not to mention feeling more comfortable.
"This guy is still running, he lasted until the fourth lap!"
"Let me strangle you. It's incredible. Is this fat man crazy?"
"That's awesome, I'll continue to post, and everyone should hurry up and watch."
The standard track at the sports ground is 400 meters per lap. Ning Feiyang has already run more than 1,000 meters, and the speed is not slow.
The most important thing is that he has no intention of stopping.
The post went viral again.
The forum was flooded again, and many people came after hearing the news, especially people from Class 8 and Experimental Class, who came even more.
Needless to say, Class 8 has watched the jokes for more than half a year, witnessed Ning Feiyang transforming from a normal person to a fat man, and heard that Xianyu is about to make a comeback. How can they miss the exciting part?
Everyone in the experimental class also heard that Ning Feiyang touched the leg of the school belle Chu Miaoke and was going to have a basketball match with their class tomorrow, so they were going to hit him and ridicule him.
Unfortunately, this guy is still running.
Four circles.
Five laps.
Six laps…
Ning Feiyang quickly ran seven and a half laps, which is equivalent to a three-thousand-meter middle-distance run. His speed remained unabated, and he looked more relaxed.
Everyone was talking loudly. They wanted to attack Ning Feiyang, but they couldn't find an entry point at all.
"Has this guy been injected with chicken blood?"
"Maybe it's because of the medicines I take. I heard that those medicines contain a lot of hormones."
"Haha, let's run. I'm sure I'll be too tired to get up during the basketball game tomorrow."
These people can only talk about it from other places and make all kinds of cynicism.
Ning Feiyang ignored it and continued running forward. His mind went blank and he could only hear the whistling wind in his ears.
As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people in the sports ground, and finally he was the only one left.
At ten o'clock, the lights in the dormitory are turned off on time.
Most of the students were not energetic during class and yawned repeatedly, but when it was time to go to bed at night, the night owls became more energetic.
Sleeping sessions are essential.
The sleep-talking sessions in the boys' dormitory are naturally indispensable to girls, especially the class beauties, who are their tireless talking points.
"Has everyone heard about what happened between the goddess and that wretched fat man today?" asked a boy in the experimental class.
Everyone nodded. They had not seen it with their own eyes, but when the picture appeared in their minds, they felt itching with hatred.
"We have never touched a goddess, so how can that fat man be so good? Tomorrow in the basketball game, give me a good beating. You must humiliate that fat man." The boy said again.
"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.
Boys talk about girls, and girls talk about boys.
"Hey, Miaoke, I heard that the fat man who blasphemed you today is working hard to make himself stronger." Pan Ting gossiped.
"What did you say?" Chu Miaoke said angrily.
Pan Ting made a tut-tsk sound in her mouth, came to Chu Miaoke's side, and said with a smile: "Stop pretending, we have all heard that he touched your leg."
"What touch? I had cramps in my legs when I was walking. He just...just massaged me." Chu Miaoke said this, and the scene appeared involuntarily, and her face turned red.
"Is that so..." As Pan Ting spoke, she touched her hand involuntarily.
"Tingting, you damn woman, you're so evil!" Chu Miaoke was even more embarrassed.
Pan Ting laughed out loud when she saw Chu Miaoke making a fool of herself, and said again: "Even if you don't have any interest in Fatty, Fatty is still attracted to you."
"Don't talk nonsense." Chu Miaoke still refused to admit it.
"You don't listen to what's going on outside the window, and you only read the books of sages. You are out of date. Let me give you some knowledge. That guy is still exercising in the sports field. I think he probably wants to chase you." Pan Ting also turned on her mobile phone,
Enlarge the picture.
Chu Miaoke's face was still hot, and she responded: "What's wrong with him running a few laps to exercise? His health is not good, and it's normal to exercise."
"If he only ran a few laps, of course it would be nothing. The key point is that he has already run more than ten laps and has no intention of stopping." Pan Ting said.
"Ah? Why are there so many?" Chu Miaoke said in surprise.
Pan Ting's eyes rolled around, staring at Chu Miaoke, as if she had penetrated something, and said: "I just said it was nothing, but now I care? In fact, that guy is quite good, he just encountered misfortune. If his grades improve,
, I’m in good shape, and I’ll match you quite well, at least better than those playboys.”
"Ignore you, I'm going to the bathroom." Chu Miaoke said.
"Miaoke, you can just see him through the bathroom window, hehe." Pan Ting said with a giggle.
As if she was possessed by a demon, Chu Miaoke came to the bathroom window by accident. Under the dim light, there was a vaguely fat young man, sprinting forward.
Keep your eyes on the front and keep your steps firm!
"Come on!" Chu Miaoke said, clenching her fists.
Ning Feiyang was running when he suddenly sneezed and felt like someone was watching him from a distance.
"The more I run, the easier it becomes. It's so enjoyable." Ning Feiyang said with a smile.
Thirty laps.
Fifty laps.
One hundred laps.
Ning Feiyang tried to speed up, and could control one thousand meters in less than two minutes. He felt as if he was about to fly.
He no longer knew how many laps he had run. As he ran, he could clearly feel that his body had become lighter and his muscles were slowly emerging.
Ning Feiyang replenished a bottle of salt soda for half an hour. When it got dark, there were piles of empty bottles.
At half past five, the school wake-up bell rang on time.
After those students woke up, they didn't wear any clothes and ran straight to the window to see if Ning Feiyang was still running.
Still continuing, the speed is faster than at night!
"Look, that guy is still running. Didn't he run all night?" one of them said.
Absolute sports fanatic!
The crowd was excited. They ignored washing and ran towards the sports field.
While Ning Feiyang was sweating out, a thick layer of impurities in his body also came out and clung to his body, making him look dirty.
"No, something's wrong. I can see that this guy hasn't been running." One of the students said. (To be continued)