Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

"11 seconds 9, not bad, you can earn quite a few points in the physical examination, keep it up." Director Wang nodded.

The sports student couldn't help but smile broadly. He put on a coat and a hood to keep the heat from escaping.

His legs slightly apart, he raised his heels and walked forward with a very peculiar stride, which was utterly bizarre.

Returning to the starting point, the sports student glanced at the guys drinking milk tea at the podium and felt much more confident.

Although tired, he had his rewards.

At least their strong bodies wouldn't deceive them!

The physical education teacher, Gu Wei, saw and remarked: "The running just now was good, the pace rhythm was right."

The sports student floated: "It was okay, the result of hard work, still needs further refinement."

Gu Wei: "Don't get arrogant, the full score for the physical exam is 11 seconds 3, you guys, aim for this goal!"

The sports student, seriously: "My goal is the full score!"

Gu Wei: "Then you need to work hard."

11 seconds 9 seems only 0.6 seconds away from 11 seconds 3, but in this range, trying to improve 0.1 seconds is often extremely difficult, especially after reaching 11 seconds 5, it's as hard as climbing a mountain.

The entire Fourth Middle School sports team, only a few talents can reach below 11 seconds 5.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely work hard!" The sports student stated, he is only a freshman, with a bright future ahead.

Gu Wei chatted a bit and headed straight to the podium.

Jiang Ning looked at Xue Yuantong.

Xue Yuantong pulled out a small pudding from the bag.

Gu Wei smiled and took it, politely said: "Jiang Ning, with such good talent, are you really not considering doing sports?"

Despite knowing Jiang Ning's academic performance is excellent, steadily aiming for top universities, Gu Wei couldn't help but try!

Without much training, able to run under 10 seconds 86, what kind of incredible performance is this?

If trained, without exaggeration, he really could become Asia's next flying man, basking in glory.

Jiang Ning waved his hand: "Can't endure that hardship."

Gu Wei's mouth twitched, this is wasting the talent heaven has given him!

But these words, he couldn't persuade, under current national conditions, letting a stable top-tier university candidate gamble on an uncertain future, even if Gu Wei persuaded, he'd lack confidence.

Gu Wei was genuinely hoping Jiang Ning's academic performance would only be fit for a vocational school.

After chatting for a while, Gu Wei returned to the plastic track.

The sports student had been paying attention, seeing the teacher return, he casually inquired: "Do you know him?"

Those of them doing sports, frequently dealing with Gu Wei, so casual chat was expected.

Gu Wei shook his head and sighed: "A good seed."

Sports student: "How good?"

Gu Wei: "100 meters 10 seconds 86."

A couple of sports students were almost shocked: "What the heck! 10 seconds 86, can't be real!"

...

Jiang Ning endured the sports students' admiring looks, his expression calm, with no ripples.

Chen Siyu suggested: "Shall we play basketball later, get some exercise."

Xue Yuantong: "Should we?"

She was quite interested in basketball actually, but due to bad luck, she would always easily get hit on the head when passing by the basketball court, giving her a shadow.

Chen Siyu being uninhibited: "Playing basketball can make you taller, people who stick to basketball often are quite tall."

Xue Yuantong thinking: 'What are you implying? Saying I'm short?'

But deep down, she was moved.

She really wanted to grow taller.

Bai Yuxia turned to look at the basketball court, spotting an unusually active, bouncing, and agile figure, said: "Not necessarily."

Chen Siyu followed her gaze and discovered Wu Xiaoqi playing basketball.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds.

She whispered: "Wu Xiaoqi is different because he wakes up at four every morning to play basketball."

Ultimately, Bai Yuxia stayed put.

Chen Siyu and Xue Yuantong followed Jiang Ning to play basketball.

Song Sheng, Qiang Li, Miao Zhe, and Huang Yuzhu were chatting idly on the basketball stand.

They regularly work out and play basketball during P.E. to relax their muscles.

Qiang Li said: "The way those sports are trained, is honestly not scientific, it's easy to leave hidden injuries, better to work out."

Song Sheng: "Indeed."

They exercise, generally one or two hours a day, with three days' rest, but sports students are different, training three to four hours a day, even more, really damaging.

Qiang Li said: "When they age, those hidden injuries will really affect them."

Miao Zhe said: "Aging isn't easy for anyone, now many programmers face a midlife crisis, rumored to be fired at 35."

Qiang Li agreed, "Programming isn't a good option either, overtime is brutal."

Miao Zhe thought deeper, added: "Actually, the midlife crisis at 35 discussed online, I feel might be decided in our twenties, as life choices at twenty dictate the future at thirty-five, better termed as a youth crisis."

Song Sheng scoffed: "Poor people face crisis from birth, no need to wait till youth."

Once said, the air suddenly felt stifling.

Huang Yuzhu, merely an onlooker, felt an inexplicable pressure.

'Interacting with Song Sheng is exhausting!' Huang Yuzhu sighed.

When Jiang Ning arrived at the playground, he saw Song Sheng, whose leg he'd broken, to be fair, Song Sheng is indeed quite professional in fitness and wellness, his broken leg recovered just as before.

If Song Sheng were willing to share his recovery experience, undoubtedly he could become a leader in rehabilitation groups.

"Borrow the basketball?" said Jiang Ning.

Song Sheng looked at the basketball on the ground, saying: "Take it."

Song Sheng previously was extremely arrogant, loved oppressing others, but later he was beaten by Jiang Ning in front of the entire class, then on the street his leg broke again, the pain changed his personality quite a bit.

Moreover, he inherently respected strong individuals.

Jiang Ning got the basketball, weighed it in his hand, casually threw, and made a basket.