The artist pulls out a weeping willow tree

Chapter 18: Good Luck·No Struggle for Advancement·Auspicious

Jixiang was in a complicated mood last night, but the stupid cartoon healed him a lot.

Jixiang got up early in the morning. Not only did he have to go to school half an hour earlier, but he also had to pay homage to Guan Gong before leaving.

Looking at the knife in Guan Gong's hand, Jixiang swallowed her saliva, "Guan Gong, I believe in Jixiang. I am just an ordinary, fragile painter. I just hope you don't get stuck in the training ground."

Today's auspiciousness is still extremely superstitious.

This old man Dianji had already woken up and was doing interstellar elderly health exercises in the yard. Seeing that Jixiang had woken up quite early, he was not surprised and said, "Morning training went well."

Jixiang was in low spirits and was particularly perfunctory, "You also had a good morning exercise."

Jixiang arrived at school very smoothly, and Qian Bawang also arrived early.

When Fei Xiang and Liu Chongjia entered the classroom, they both looked like zombies. The power of the singing and dancing punishment was so terrifying.

I have never experienced the tragedy of the adjustment period between teachers and students in Class B138 in the first grade: Hiss, I have learned a lesson.

When the whole class arrived, there were still ten minutes left before Qian Bawang's stipulated half an hour's advance arrival.

Qian Bawang's expression eased slightly, and he said seriously, "Starting this morning, our class will officially start morning training. Today is the first day of morning training. I have made a targeted training plan based on your physical talent reports. The plan has been sent to your personal learning system. Now, everyone follow me to the No. 1 playground to gather."

All students: “Yes.”

Playground No. 1 is just behind Teaching Building B. Jixiang and his friends went down to the first floor and there is a direct back door.

Playground No. 1 is very large and is divided into a number of small playgrounds. The green fields outlined by red lines are occupied by the morning training classes that appear one after another.

As the shortest one, Jixiang once again got the VIP position in the queue.

Jixiang stood in the middle of the first row, and Fei Xiang was just behind her. With Jixiang's joining, the team became concave in the middle like a water-drop screen.

Jixiang, who didn't quite understand this novel way of queuing, and Fei Xiang, who was forced to show his entire face, both remained silent when they saw Qian Bawang's satisfied expression.

The simple instructions and team formations were easy for them to grasp and complete, and they soon began the formal training program.

There is only one morning training program at this stage, and that is running.

The number of laps for each person is different. The learning system will remind you through the optical brain based on the number of laps on the training report. It will vibrate to remind you in the second to last lap and give you a voice reminder in the last lap.

Jixiang, who didn't know how long the playground was, didn't have time to look at the training data. Like everyone else, he was urged by Qian Bawang to start running.

Qian Bawang first watched the students run a lap, and then started to follow them. He gave guidance to each student who had problems or had incorrect rhythm, and was very responsible.

Jixiang followed Feixiang and ran a few laps together, very smoothly and without blushing or panting.

Fei Xiang looked at Jixiang who was running beside him and suddenly said, "Jixiang, let's compete..." to see who can finish the training first.

Jixiang had a premonition and ruthlessly interrupted Fei Xiang, "No." Jixiang was worried that Fei Xiang would not give up and continue to pester him, so he threatened him in a low voice: "Be careful or I will call Qian Bawang here."

Fei Xiang shut up for a second.

Jixiang was very satisfied that he could run in peace. He ran for less than two laps when Qian Bawang suddenly caught up with him.

Auspicious: Pills, good ones don’t work, bad ones do.

Fei Xiang glanced at Jixiang and gradually distanced himself from the two of them.

Jixiang glared: The coward is back.

Fei Xiang: Tsk.

Fei Xiang has successfully hidden himself in the crowd.

Qian Bawang frowned: "Student Jixiang."

Jixiang: "I'm here, teacher."

Qian Bawang: "I think you are running in the wrong direction."

Jixiang said without thinking: "I think so too."

Qian Bawang was satisfied. "I'll give you a few more laps to try. Run faster. You must finish before the end of the morning training."

"Yes, add a few more laps, add what?! No, I..." Jixiang was shocked. Can you add more laps in the middle? You can't play like this.

Jixiang watched Qian Bawang making changes on the computer while moving towards Fei Xiang.

Thinking of the classmates who ran like dead dogs, crying and wiping tears but not getting money to reduce the laps, and even being threatened, "You still have the energy to act like a spoiled child to me, it seems that the intensity is not enough."

Jixiang didn't know how many meters he ran in one lap. Looking at the number of laps just updated in the training report, he weighed the pros and cons and decided to back down.

Just 16 laps, she can do it.

Fei Xiang, who was also added to the circle, not only did not feel sad, but was particularly excited, "Jixiang, Qian Bawang added me to the circle, ah, I am just too good."

Jixiang: Haha, it doesn’t matter if I don’t have this excellence.

When the two met again after a few rounds, Jixiang was still very calm.

Fei Xiang began to pant visibly, "Jixiang, I, I'm almost done, hahahaha, I, I'm sure I'll finish before you!"

Jixiang looked coldly at Fei Xiang who was enjoying himself without giving up, and wondered whether he should start panting as well. He was just busy running without counting the number of laps, which was annoying.

Jixiang, who didn't want to be overly favored by Qian Bawang because of his excellence, thought deeply.

Now almost everyone on the field has finished running. After all, there are only two people with A-level physique in the class, and only five with B-level.

Jixiang decided to start the performance, but the intelligent computer suddenly reminded, "Student Jixiang has completed the last lap."

Jixiang: Where is the vibration you promised?

Jixiang looked at Qian Bawang's surprised and painful expression and felt that he had been cheated.

The system that accidentally turned off the vibration reminder when Qian Bawang changed the circle: it is innocent.

Although Jixiang is really not tired, which one is more comfortable, easy training or extreme training?

Of course it was easy training. The art student Jixiang was not stupid at all. Why did she need to train so hard? She was afraid of even small insects, and it was impossible for her to join the army and go to the battlefield.

The more Jixiang thought about it, the more regretful she felt. She was very afraid that Qian Bawang would push her to her limits.

Fei Xiang finished the race half a lap later than Jixiang, and after finishing the race, Fei Xiang was breathing even more heavily.

Fei Xiang looked at Jixiang with a look of disappointment on his face, "How many laps did you run? It must be less than me, right? It must be?"

Jixiang didn't understand Feixiang's obsession with training results, so he said casually, "16 laps."

Fei Xiang: !!! Three more laps than me!!! And she did it more easily than me!!!

Fei Xiang's nightmare came true and he was defeated. "Jixiang, I won't lose to you. Just wait."

Ji·Not Seeking Progress·Xiang: ...Brother, there is really no need to be like this.