Super Soldier in Campus

From afar, Lin Feng, sitting in the car, saw Wang Zikai, Zhong Jialiang, and Yang Ming eating bread. After a disdainful yawn, Lin Feng casually parked the car next to the field and got out in a laid-back fashion.

"Brother Feng, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Want some bread?" Seeing Lin Feng get out, Wang Zikai and the other two eagerly came over, bread in hand, and said with a laugh.

Lin Feng glanced at the bread in Wang Zikai's hand. He actually wanted to eat it, but his sleep-deprived body didn't have much of an appetite. However, since an old classmate offered, Lin Feng had no choice but to accept it.

Taking a casual bite of the bread, Lin Feng said softly, "We'll be training in a bit, so don't eat too much..."

"Brother Feng, you can't be serious, can you?" Yang Ming said with a nonchalant laugh. "Do you really plan to train us into professional athletes in just two days? I don't think this is very feasible!"

Lin Feng gave Yang Ming an enigmatic smile and asked, "Oh? After knowing me for so long, you still don't trust me? When has Brother Feng ever deceived you..."

"Brother Feng, please don't hit me for saying this, but... it's not just Yang Ming. I also feel this whole thing seems a bit improbable," Zhong Jialiang asked with a chuckle. "Brother Feng, are you going to pull out some Genetic Potion like in the movies, give us an injection, and turn us into supermen in a second?"

Lin Feng realized that even Wang Zikai, who had the most faith in him, looked somewhat skeptical.

"You'll find out soon enough... Let me make this clear: today, I'm going to train you according to the standard procedure, not skipping a single step. If you want to back out, now's your chance. Once we start, there's no turning back!" Lin Feng grinned mysteriously, a hint of a threat in his voice.

"How could we? Just to show Brother Feng some respect, we can't quit halfway! Yang Ming, you're the softest. State your position!" Zhong Jialiang chortled casually, nudging Yang Ming with his shoulder as he spoke.

Yang Ming didn't take Lin Feng's words seriously and said with a laugh, "Whatever Brother Feng says, goes. We'll listen to you completely!"

Wang Zikai, of course, had no objections. However, looking at Lin Feng's complexion, he asked with concern, "Brother Feng, why do you look so pale? Were you, ah, 'overdoing it' last night?"

"Overdoing it, my ass! It's all because of your damn phone call! Calling me before six in the morning..." Lin Feng rolled his eyes and said in a weary tone, "Alright, alright. Start warming up now and stretch thoroughly..."

Wang Zikai and the other two started their warm-up exercises, laughing and chatting. They were still completely clueless about how heavy the resentment in Lin Feng's words was...

「One hour later!」

Wang Zikai, who had the best stamina, was the last to finally collapse on the track.

"Brother Feng... I'm dying, I'm dying... Save me..." Wang Zikai, sprawled on the ground, moaned feebly.

Wang Zikai could never have imagined that the training method Lin Feng subjected them to would be so simple, direct, and brutal.

Lin Feng's command had been singular: "From now on, just jog continuously along the track. No need to be too fast, but don't stop until you've completely exhausted your stamina..."

Initially, Wang Zikai and the others thought Brother Feng was just kidding. Who knew that after they started running, Brother Feng would actually take out a Silver Needle...

Whoever fell to the back would get pricked by him.

The man was utterly depraved! Recalling being pricked by Lin Feng, Wang Zikai felt extremely humiliated. What bewildered him even more was that with each prick from Brother Feng's needle, besides a slight pain, there seemed to be a magical electric current that flowed into his body from the needle tip, making him run faster and faster!

Before collapsing, Wang Zikai vaguely realized that in that hour or so, apart from the first few minutes of relaxed jogging, for the remaining fifty-plus minutes, he seemed to have been sprinting continuously!

It was truly incredible... Wang Zikai knew his potential had truly been stimulated. Otherwise, with his usual stamina, it would have been impossible for him to sprint at full power for over half an hour...

But now, Wang Zikai, face down on the ground, felt like he was about to die. His heart was pounding extremely fast, and it felt as if the blood vessels all over his body were about to burst.

Yang Ming and Zhong Jialiang, who had collapsed from exhaustion more than ten minutes earlier, had already been lifted by Lin Feng and put into the Passat.

Yes, he literally 'lifted' them!

Lin Feng roughly grabbed Wang Zikai by the collar, lifted him entirely, and tossed him into the back seat. Then, he started the car, drove out of Jiangzhou University, and headed to a hot spring establishment several streets away. After booking a private room, Lin Feng had two attendants help him drag Wang Zikai and the other two in, strip them naked, and then throw them directly into the 49-degree Celsius hot spring water to soak.

This establishment, called Cloud Top Hot Springs, was a property of the Qingzi Sect. Manager Wu, who managed the club, was a perceptive person under Lord Dragon. She recognized Lin Feng instantly, without needing any introduction, and immediately stated that Lord Dragon had already sent word: Brother Feng's expenses at all entertainment venues clearly belonging to the Qinglong Group would be entirely complimentary.

Wang Zikai and the others, too exhausted to react, didn't hear this astonishing conversation. If they knew Lin Feng was actually an honored guest of the Qingzi Sect, a renowned major organization in Jiangzhou City, who knows what they would imagine...

Lin Feng hadn't expected that a randomly chosen hot spring establishment would be a Qingzi Sect property. He wouldn't go so far as to squander his favor with Lord Dragon just to save such a small amount of money...

Connections, after all, though intangible, were like a scale in both their hearts; everyone knew clearly how much remained...

However, once or twice wouldn't be a big deal. Wang Zikai and the others had undergone special training and now desperately needed the hot spring water to consolidate their constitution and cultivate their vitality. So Lin Feng didn't bother looking for another one.

After recognizing Lin Feng, Manager Wu summoned three attractive female attendants to wait on Wang Zikai and the others, behaving very fawningly in front of Lin Feng.

It's always good to know people; it makes things convenient. Lin Feng watched as the three female attendants capably took care of Wang Zikai and the others, meaning he didn't have to lift a finger. After carefully checking their pulses and examining their physical conditions, he finally told Manager Wu, "I'll entrust these old classmates of mine to you. Have someone send them back to the university once they've rested. Whatever they consume, just put it on my account..."

Hearing Lin Feng's magnanimous words, Manager Wu felt the flesh on her face twitch. 'Put it all on his account?' Did Brother Feng even know he was spending Lord Dragon's money? He really wasn't acting like an outsider!

However, given Manager Wu's rank, she couldn't possibly know how much Lin Feng had done for Long Shaotian. The small amount of money that pained her on Lord Dragon's behalf was, in Lord Dragon's eyes, probably not even comparable to a single strand of Lin Feng's hair.