I'm a senior in high school, and the Emperor Development System has arrived!

The afternoon sun was still intense, and the atmosphere at the 400-meter preliminary check-in area was even more lively than in the morning.

Having broken two records—10.46 seconds in the 100 meters and 21.88 seconds in the 200 meters—Chen Zhou has become the absolute focus of the Games.

Even the teacher in charge of registration was waiting there with the registration forms in advance, and smiled when he came over:

"Little Chen, are you planning to surprise us in the 400 meters too?"

As soon as Chen Zhou nodded, several contestants next to him subconsciously shrank back.

One of the boys, wearing a blue tracksuit, turned pale.

He was the runner-up in the 400 meters last year, with a best time of 49.83 seconds. At this moment, he looked at Chen Zhou as if he had seen a ghost.

However, standing in the corner was a tall, thin boy holding a bib number. He was Zhang Yang, the previous 400-meter champion and school record holder, who ran 49.12 seconds last year.

At that moment, Zhang Yang's Adam's apple bobbed twice, and he whispered to his companion:

"The 400 meters tests endurance. He is fast in sprints, but he is not as good as 100 in 200. He may not be able to last the whole 400 meters."

When the starting gun fired, Chen Zhou was once again the first to rush out of the bend.

But this time he deliberately slowed down his pace, instead of leaving Zhang Yang in the dust as he had in the previous two races, and instead followed half a body length behind Zhang Yang.

Li Bin was so anxious in the audience that he jumped up and down:

"What happened, Brother Zhou? Did someone overtake you?"

Wang Rui, however, saw through the trick:
"He's controlling the pace."

Sure enough, as they entered the second bend, Zhang Yang was about to accelerate and shake off Chen Zhou when Chen Zhou suddenly exerted his strength!
His stride frequency increased instantly, like a cheetah with springs, and he overtook them in the blink of an eye.

During the straightaway sprint, he even glanced at the timer, and crossed the finish line easily without even taking a few breaths.

This time, Li Bin learned his lesson and directly recorded a video on his phone in front of the results display board.

When that number was posted, his hand trembled and he almost dropped his phone.

47.91 seconds!

"47.91 seconds! Broken! Broken again!"

His shouts were even louder than in the morning:
"The school record is 49.12 seconds, but Brother Zhou has broken it into 48 seconds!"

A collective gasp of astonishment filled the air around them.
"The national-level 400-meter time is 47.60 seconds, and that's only 0.31 seconds short?"

"Just how many tricks does he still have up his sleeve?"

As Chen Zhou walked into the rest area, a system notification sounded in his mind:

[His Majesty has won three consecutive victories; Imperial Prestige +500]

[Imperial Might: 2100].

He touched his chin and smiled slightly.

This sports meet has been a huge success!

Could we hold a sports meet once a month?

Waiting online, very anxious.

47.91 seconds!

This number was like a huge bomb that exploded on the sports field of Guangya No. 2 Middle School!
The surrounding discussions were beyond chaotic; they were practically boiling lava!
"Three consecutive breakthroughs! 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, Chen Zhou broke all the school records in the sprint events!"

"My God! Is this even human? Has Usain Bolt descended upon Guangya No. 2 Middle School?"

"The national standard for the 400-meter dash is 47.60 seconds, and he was just 0.31 seconds short! If he had put in just a little more effort..."

"Put some effort into it? Didn't you see he glanced back at us as he crossed the finish line, and even waved? He wasn't even giving it his all!"

"This is terrifying! This is horrifying! I now seriously suspect that Chen Zhou has been hiding his true abilities all along?"

"Hidden talent? This isn't hiding talent, it's hiding a nuclear weapon!"

"..."

In the crowd, He Lili covered her mouth, her beautiful big eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

She originally thought it would be good enough if Chen Zhou could make it to the finals in the 400-meter event, but she never expected that he would create another miracle!
She felt her heart was about to jump out of her chest, feeling both excited and a little bit of inexplicable admiration.

No wonder he's her idol, he's so handsome!

Jiang Xia also looked dazed, the mineral water bottle in his hand had been crushed without him noticing.

She had previously thought that Chen Zhou might face challenges in the 400-meter race, but now it seems that was just needless worry.

Chen Zhou has reached a level of unparalleled skill in sprinting.

Class monitor Jiang Yutong stood a little further away, looking at the results board surrounded by the crowd, with a genuine smile on her face, but her eyes were also filled with shock.

She knew Chen Zhou was capable, but she didn't expect him to be this capable.

In a corner of the training area, Wang Rui and Zhu Zhou were once again petrified.

When the 400-meter result came in, the two had just recovered from the shock of the 100-meter and 200-meter results and were trying to accept the fact that Chen Zhou was a sprinting genius.

But that 47.91 seconds plunged them into the abyss once again.

"47.91 seconds..."

Wang Rui muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly:
"I... my best time in the 400 meters is only a little over 53 seconds... this gap... this gap is almost enough to run another 50 meters..."

Zhu Zhou, on the other hand, was completely numb. He slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

“Monster…he’s absolutely a monster…we’re still struggling to reach the second-level athlete level, and he’s already jumping around on the threshold of the master athlete level…”

They used to be well-known athletes in school and were somewhat arrogant about their abilities.

But after Chen Zhou appeared, all their pride and confidence were shattered.

Compared to Chen Zhou, they felt like children playing in the mud at kindergarten.

Zhang Yang, who had just lost to Chen Zhou in the 400-meter race, was also devastated.

When he crossed the finish line, he saw his time on the timer—49.05 seconds.

He was already 0.07 seconds faster than his school record from last year, and a hint of joy flashed through his mind.

He felt he had performed quite well.

However, when he heard the shocked discussions of the judges next to him and learned that Chen Zhou's time was 47.91 seconds...

His smile froze instantly, and he stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

10.46 seconds?

He was a full 1.14 seconds faster than him?

His stamina, which he was so proud of, and his confident rhythm, were so vulnerable in front of Chen Zhou.
Zhang Yang's face turned deathly pale instantly. He felt that everyone around him was looking at him, their gazes filled with sympathy, mockery, and even a hint of pity.

He, the reigning champion, appeared so insignificant and laughable in the face of the new "god".

A huge sense of loss and helplessness welled up in Zhang Yang's heart, and he could no longer hold back, so he suddenly squatted down on the ground.

He knew that from today onwards, the sprint program at Guangya No. 2 Middle School would fully enter the "Chen Zhou era".

And he, along with all the former sprint champions, will become the backdrop to Chen Zhou's legend.

The crowd in front of the results display board did not disperse for a long time; in fact, it grew larger and larger.

Everyone wanted to witness this historic moment, to witness this miracle of breaking three records.

"Chen Zhou! Chen Zhou!"

Someone shouted it first, and then more and more people began to shout the name.

"Chen Zhou! Chen Zhou! Chen Zhou!"

The shouts grew louder and more unified, echoing like waves throughout the entire sports field.

This is not just a tribute to an athlete, but a salute to a miracle!

Amidst the shouts of the crowd, Chen Zhou slowly walked from the track to the rest area.

He still wore a faint smile, as if he hadn't been the one who had just created a miracle.

He could clearly feel the countless gazes directed at him from all around, some filled with shock, some with admiration, and some with awe.

"This is just the beginning."

Chen Zhou silently said to himself:
"This small school sports meet is far from my limit."

……

The middle and short track finals on the second day were a foregone conclusion.

Chen Zhou remains far ahead.

With the points gained from winning three first places, Class 8 of Senior Three, a liberal arts class, has risen to the top of the rankings.

After all, by noon the next day, not much of the competition had actually taken place.

Class 8 of Senior Three won three gold medals.

This level of efficiency is simply unmatched by any other class.

But that's where the good luck ends.

Because in the upcoming school-wide relay preliminary competition, Class 8 of Senior Three suffered a Waterloo.

Zhu Zhou's accident occurred during the men's high jump preliminaries.

As another promising athlete in the class, he was aiming for the finals. However, when attempting the 1.85-meter jump, he didn't control his landing properly.

With a soft "crack" sound, Zhu Zhou cried out in pain as he clutched his ankle and collapsed onto the mat, his face turning deathly pale.

"Zhu Zhou!"

"Quick! School doctor!"

The students and teachers on the sidelines immediately surrounded them.

Chen Zhou and Li Bin rushed over immediately. When they saw Zhu Zhou's obviously swollen ankle, Chen Zhou's heart sank.

Zhu Zhou is a key member of the class's 4x100m relay team and runs the crucial third leg, responsible for successfully passing the baton to Chen Zhou, the last runner.

His injury has undoubtedly cast a heavy shadow over the upcoming relay preliminaries.

"Oh no, elbow, our class's relay race is in trouble now!"

Li Bin looked at Zhu Zhou, who was being helped away from the competition by the school doctor and limping away, and said with a mournful face.

Chen Zhou frowned and remained silent, but a sense of unease crept into his mind.

Originally, their class had a pretty good relay lineup, with three sports students—himself, Wang Rui, and Zhu Zhou—plus Zhou Xinglun, who was also a decent runner. They had a good chance of making it to the finals and even competing for a medal.

But now that Zhu Zhou is injured, it's like losing a key general, greatly reducing our strength.

"We'll have to find a replacement."

Squad leader Jiang Yutong rushed over, her face showing anxiety:
"Chen Zhou, who else in the class do you think can get in?"

At this moment, Chen Zhou undoubtedly became the backbone of the class's sports meet.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the eager but clearly unsure classmates, and finally settling on a thin figure.

"How about... we let Fei Chai give it a try?"

Chen Zhou asked tentatively, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

Waste of firewood?

"Is this... okay?"

Jiang Yutong also hesitated.

Fitch looks somewhat muscular, but with that effeminate manner, he doesn't seem like someone who can run fast.

"Class monitor, there's no one to choose now!"

Li Bin said helplessly:

"We can't exactly let the girls do it, can we?"

Jiang Yutong took a deep breath. Since things had come to this, she could only try anything, even if it seemed hopeless.

After some friendly conversation, Fitch reluctantly agreed to go on stage.

Thus, the lineup for the 4x100m relay of Class 8, Grade 12 was decided:

The first runner was Zhou Xinglun, the second runner was Fei Chai, the third runner was Wang Rui, and the fourth runner was Chen Zhou.

When this lineup appeared at the check-in area, the contestants from other classes couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, is there no one left in Class 8 of Senior Three? Let these two skinny monkeys take over?"

"Who's that guy with glasses? He looks like he can't run."

"With this lineup, it would be a miracle if they could even finish the game, let alone advance."

Hearing these comments, Zhou Xinglun and Fei Chai lowered their heads even further, their steps becoming unsteady.

Wang Rui also looked helpless and patted the two of them on the shoulders:

"Just do your best, don't be nervous."

Chen Zhou stood at the back, expressionless, but he was truly uncertain inside.

No matter how fast he runs, he can't withstand the huge hole dug by the first three legs.

There were originally three athletes, so the relay team had a chance, but now...

He could only hope that Zhou Xinglun and Fei Chai wouldn't make any major mistakes, and that Wang Rui could hold his own as the third batter.

Soon, the relay preliminary rounds began.

"On your marks—get set—"

The starting gun fires!

Zhou Xinglun, who was in the first leg, reacted quickly and rushed out in a flash.

But his running posture was simply unbearable to watch; his arms and legs swung like a wound-up robot, and his speed could only be described as below average.

After running just fifty meters, he was left almost a body length behind by the runners in the lane next to him.

"Go, Xinglun! Hurry up!"

Li Bin was so anxious on the sidelines that he was jumping up and down.

Zhou Xinglun ran as fast as he could, his face turning red, and finally, staggering, handed the baton to Fei Chai, the second runner.

Fei Chai was so nervous that his palms were sweaty. When he took the baton, his hand trembled and he almost dropped it.

By the time he regained his composure and started running, the gap had widened considerably.

He was even slower than Stephen Chow, his steps were small and slow, which was frustrating to watch.

"My God! Is Fitch taking a walk?"

"It's over, it's over, there's absolutely no hope for Class 8 of Senior Three."

A collective sigh rippled through the audience.

Jiang Yutong covered her eyes, too afraid to look.

With great difficulty, Fei Chai passed the baton to Wang Rui.

As a sports student, Wang Rui was naturally much faster than the previous two runners. He tried his best to catch up and narrow the gap.

But the gap ahead was too large, and despite his best efforts, he only managed to catch up by a small margin.

When Wang Rui rushed over with the third baton and handed it to Chen Zhou, Class 8 of Senior Three was already in last place among the eight participating teams, at least seven or eight meters behind the first place!

"It's over, we're completely doomed now."

"Being so far behind, even a god couldn't help us."

"It's a pity for Chen Zhou; he ended up taking on a mess as the last one."

Everyone thought that Class 8 of Senior Three was already out of the game.

However, just when everyone was pessimistic, Chen Zhou made his move!
The moment he received the baton, it was as if a black lightning bolt suddenly ripped through the track!
That astonishing starting speed, that incredibly fast stride frequency, that powerful explosive force—it was a stark contrast to the previous three batters!
"Holy crap! Chen Zhou!"

"He's started pursuing me!"

The entire audience stood up, their eyes fixed on Chen Zhou!
Chen Zhou sped along the track like a gust of wind.

His figure kept surpassing the players in front of him!

Seventh place!
Sixth place!
the fifth place!
He overtook them one after another, and the distance between them kept getting bigger and bigger!
Each time they overtook someone, a gasp of surprise erupted from the audience!
"My God! That's so fast! This speed is inhuman!"

"How did he do it? How could he catch up when he was so far behind?"

"Chen Zhou is awesome!"

Zhou Xinglun and Fei Chai had already lowered their heads in despair.

Seeing Chen Zhou chasing after them like a god descending to earth, he jumped up excitedly and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Go, Zhou! Go, Zhou! Charge!"

The last fifty meters!

Chen Zhou has already caught up to third place!

The last thirty meters!

He easily surpassed the second-place player!

The last ten meters!
He's neck and neck with the first place winner!
Everyone's hearts mentioned their throats!
"Charge! Chen Zhou!"

"Surpass! Surpass!"

The finish line is in sight!
Chen Zhou exerted force suddenly, leaning forward so that he was almost parallel to the air!

"Snapped!"

He crossed the finish line first!
Although they were only first in their group, their amazing fourth-run performance was enough to get Class 8 of Senior Three into the finals!

"We made it! We made it to the finals!"

Li Bin hugged Zhou Xinglun and jumped around, so excited that he was incoherent.

Fei Chai was also very excited. They didn't expect that they had dragged Chen Zhou down, but Chen Zhou could actually lead them into the finals!
The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers and applause, even more enthusiastic than when Chen Zhou broke the record before!

Chen Zhou, panting, looked at the excited crowd around him, and finally a smile appeared on his lips.

[His Majesty turned the tide and reversed the situation; Imperial Prestige +500]

[Imperial Might: 2600] (End of Chapter)