Super Soldier in Campus

Run again? Upon hearing Yang Ming's request, Lin Feng was stunned. He had never known Yang Ming took victories and losses so seriously.

"Yang Ming, don't get too excited. Listen to me," Lin Feng lowered his voice, leaning close to Yang Ming's ear. "The guy who appeared on the field just now probably didn't slip and fall by accident. It was intentional! Do you understand what I mean? They might come again!"

"I know…" Yang Ming looked at Lin Feng with a bitter smile and said in a low voice, "I guessed it just now. That guy must be one of Li Zhi's underlings, deliberately trying to mess me up and prevent me from taking first place! But Brother Feng, if you could just give me another chance, I'm sure I can still take first place. I mean it! Brother Feng, I know you have a way to get me back on the field. Please, give me a chance!"

"Little Ming, I don't understand why you insist on running," Lin Feng said, furrowing his brow, not quite grasping Yang Ming's reasoning. "Your foot is injured now. If Zhong Jialiang substitutes for you in the hundred-meter dash, he should be able to take first place as well. Why put yourself through this?"

"Brother Feng…" Yang Ming suddenly looked at Lin Feng with intense, shining eyes and said solemnly, "Liang Zai is Liang Zai, and I am me… Though he might also get a good ranking, it wouldn't be the same for me! The reason I absolutely have to run is that not too long ago, I doubted your ability, Brother Feng… I thought you weren't capable of helping me get a good ranking! But now that I know I was wrong, and since I have the ability, I want to run a proper race! As long as I have a chance, I can't just give up. How could I possibly quit halfway so casually!"

Lin Feng looked at Yang Ming in silence, his brow slightly furrowed. Yang Ming's foot injury had damaged his tendons and bones. He had already exacerbated the injury by insisting on finishing the race. If he ran again in the semi-final and then the finals, the consequences could be severe!

"Brother Feng, tell me honestly, is it that you don't have a way for me to run? If that's the case, I'll have no choice but to give up…" Yang Ming's old stubbornness flared up again. He looked suspiciously at Lin Feng and blurted out thoughtlessly.

"Damn it… You brat, old habits die hard! You still dare to doubt me!" Hearing Yang Ming's skepticism, Lin Feng's expression turned cold. With a sneer, he pulled a medical Silver Needle from his pocket. Unnoticed by the others, he quietly jabbed it firmly through Yang Ming's shoe and deep into the sole of his foot.

"Brother Feng, what are you…" Yang Ming, startled by Lin Feng's actions, began to ask. But as he spoke, he suddenly found that Lin Feng's Silver Needle, pulsing with an intense Inner Strength as strong as an electric current, had instantly paralyzed his entire body. His mouth was also uncontrollable, and he stopped mid-sentence.

This is the Yin Yang Life Changing Needle! Lin Feng didn't answer Yang Ming, merely repeating the name in his mind.

The Yin Yang Life Changing Needle was a secret acupuncture technique Lin Feng had learned from a medical book he had bought half a year ago for thirty thousand dollars from a mysterious old man with a white beard. It was said that this technique had the heaven-defying effect of changing one's fate with a single needle!

Before this, Lin Feng had only used this technique once, when he treated the chronic illness of Xie Nan's mother.

Using it on Yang Ming marked the second time.

In just half a minute, Lin Feng directly used his Inner Strength to forcefully regenerate Yang Ming's torn tendons and damaged flesh, instantaneously curing his injury! However, such a domineering technique often came with severe side effects. If Yang Ming, after having his injury healed by the Yin Yang Life Changing Needle, still insisted on running two more hundred-meter races, he probably wouldn't be able to exert any force in that leg for a whole month!

If it weren't for Yang Ming's unwavering determination, Lin Feng wouldn't have wanted to use the needle on him.

"Since you insist, then be prepared to pay the price! Yang Ming, I'm merely fulfilling your request," Lin Feng said indifferently, withdrawing the Silver Needle.

The effect of the Yin Yang Life Changing Needle was truly extraordinary. Yang Ming had just come to his senses and hadn't yet grasped the meaning of Lin Feng's words when he found that the pain in his foot was completely gone.

Yang Ming tried to rotate his ankle; it moved with incredible flexibility, without the slightest hint of obstruction!

Damn! Am I hallucinating? It's like I wasn't injured at all! Yang Ming's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Brother Feng?! This…" Yang Ming looked at Lin Feng in shock, an expression of utter amazement on his face.

"Alright, we can talk about anything else later!" Lin Feng patted Yang Ming's shoulder and pointed towards the teacher in charge of the race, signaling for Yang Ming to make his request directly to him.

Yang Ming had to suppress the doubts in his heart. He tested his leg, found he could stand, and walked over to the teacher. "Teacher, I want to run again!"

"Yang Ming?" The teacher in charge of the sprints looked at Yang Ming in surprise, a puzzled expression on his face. "Weren't you injured? How could you possibly run again?"

"Teacher, I just twisted it a bit earlier, but it's fine now..." In front of the teacher, Yang Ming shook out his legs and even jumped on the spot twice, indeed showing no signs of injury whatsoever.

"This…" The male teacher stared at Yang Ming in amazement. From his years of experience, he could tell that Yang Ming was in excellent condition, perhaps even better than before he was injured. And yet, Yang Ming had clearly been injured just moments ago! The teacher wondered how he had suddenly recovered.

The male teacher suddenly glanced curiously at Lin Feng. He recalled that this young man had merely squatted next to Yang Ming for less than three minutes, and then Yang Ming had miraculously recovered.

Could it be that this kid is a Divine Doctor? After glancing at Lin Feng a couple more times, the male teacher decided not to pursue the matter. He wrote Yang Ming's name in the notebook he carried and then told him, "Yang Ming, I've added your name to the list. The next 100-meter semi-final will start in five minutes. If you're sure you have no problems, go to the starting point now! You're in lane eight."

"Okay!" Yang Ming nodded at the teacher and dashed towards the starting line. Lin Feng also took the opportunity to disappear into the crowd.

...

At this moment, in the shade of the trees next to the Third Sports Field, Li Zhi was talking to a boy with a very dark complexion.

"Hei Zai, how did it go? Did you accomplish what I asked? That kid called Yang Ming has been eliminated, right?"

"Of course, it's done. I would never fail to do what Brother Li asked," the dark-complexioned boy grinned at Li Zhi. If Lin Feng were here, he would certainly recognize this boy as the one who had deliberately fallen on the track earlier, causing Yang Ming to stumble!

"I just got back from watching that race! That kid called Yang Ming was clearly badly injured trying to avoid me, but he's pretty stubborn, though. He actually managed to grit his teeth and finish the whole thing. But he only got second to last, so he's definitely been eliminated!"