I can transfer damage

Transfer!

Transfer!

[Ding! Congratulations to the player for transferring damage! Reward: 3 kilograms of meat (can be adjusted by the player)!]

In other words, you can lose three kilograms directly?

It's like a timely gift when you're sleepy, but unfortunately, none of the three rewards I've received have been monetary. Could it be that this system doesn't directly reward cash?

Is this system fake?

It seems he can only solve his financial difficulties on his own.

Isn't that ridiculous?

With a house in Shanghai worth millions, what can he do to have some private space in a short period of time?

Holding his breath, Lu Ziye ran even faster.

When Lin Guowei saw Lu Ziye surpass him, even leaving him far behind, he could only sigh helplessly.

In college, how can I still encounter such a gifted freak? Is there no justice in this world?

"Wow, Lu Ziye got first place!"

"Good heavens, is this guy even human?"

"What kind of stamina is that? How can a person be so awesome?"

On the stands, Lu Ziye's name grew louder and louder, and Wang Jianguo stood up excitedly. Several physical education teachers stared wide-eyed, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

After all, the visual impact of Lu Ziye going from last place to first place in one breath was just too strong.

even……

It's a bit shocking to people's values.

Most of those who become physical education teachers at universities are former professional athletes or outstanding graduates of sports schools.

They know exactly the pace for the 800 meters and the correct way to run the 800 meters.

But after seeing Lu Ziye, I realized just how terrifying unorthodox methods can be.

Lu Ziye eventually slowed down. He could break records, but not too outrageously, otherwise he would be greeted not with flowers and applause, but with the white walls of the Human Body Research Institute.

therefore……

The distance between Lu Ziye and Lin Guowei was slowly closing, because Lin Guowei was starting to exert his strength.

Lu Ziye was also observing Lin Guowei; all he needed to do was be faster than Lin Guowei.

So, as Lin Guowei accelerated and gritted his teeth to sprint, Lu Ziye seemed to be toying with him, always managing to be just a little bit faster.

In the end, he watched helplessly as the red figure rushed toward the finish line at an incredible speed.

"1 minute 52.61 seconds! A new school sports record!" The timer shouted, almost hoarse.

The entire venue erupted in a deafening roar of shouts!

"Lu Ziye, Lu Ziye!"

Although Lu Ziye had appeared on various stages and even performed on the Spring Festival Gala, this was the first time he had become so famous on a university campus.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, almost flowing into his eyes, and Lu Ziye casually lifted his shirt to wipe it away.

Click!

It's unclear who captured this iconic moment.

That white and tender belly was full of fat!

Who would believe that this seemingly chubby guy not only won the 400-meter and 800-meter championships at Shanghai Normal University, but also set a new record at the school sports meet?

The others finally crossed the line, some collapsed to the ground or bent over panting, while others were still able to walk.

For example, Lin Guowei.

Why are you looking at me like that?

"Are you even human?" Lin Guowei stared intently at Lu Ziye. He never dreamed that he would be killed twice by such a fat man.

Humiliation, no, it was downright disgrace.

"Nonsense, we all have one head and two legs!"

As they were talking, Coach Wang rushed over excitedly: "Lu Ziye! You must join the track and field team! No, I'll recommend you directly for the provincial team! Do you know what your performance means?"

Wang Jianguo was so excited that he was gesturing wildly, his eyes looking like he wanted to devour Lu Ziye. He was also holding onto Lu Ziye's arm tightly, as if afraid that Lu Ziye would run away at any moment.

"What? You recommend me? Me, me, me! Lu Ziye, my teacher is on the national team! With your qualifications, you're definitely a national team prospect!"

"I'm a professional fitness coach, I can help you lose weight scientifically!"

Several teachers chimed in, clearly wanting to recruit Lu Ziye into their ranks.

This is understandable. With Lu Ziye's qualifications, making it into the national team is definitely not a problem, and if he successfully loses weight, he might even be able to participate in the Olympics.

If Lu Ziye wins a medal at the Olympics, even just a bronze medal, it would be an extremely high honor.

"Sorry, Coach. I might need some time to think about it." Lu Ziye maintained a polite smile. "I'm just an ordinary student; track and field is probably just a hobby for me."

"A hobby?" Coach Wang's eyes widened. "If your performance is just a 'hobby,' then professional athletes can retire! Listen, the school provides training stipends for track and field team members, and there are extra bonuses for outstanding performers. If you can win a prize in the national competition, with your results, the national team will definitely extend an offer to you..."

bonus!

This word struck a nerve with Lu Ziye.

"How much is the allowance?" he asked.

Coach Wang gave a figure that was enough to cover Lu Ziye's tuition and living expenses for a year.

"And..." the coach lowered his voice, "if you can maintain this level of performance, I can recommend you for some commercial competitions with much higher prize money."

Lu Ziye's heart raced. This was exactly what he needed. Three thousand yuan a month was probably enough for an eighteen-year-old college student these days.

But for a forty-year-old man who is used to spending money lavishly, it's probably just a day's living expenses.

He wanted to relive his youth and not compromise himself.

"I need to think about it carefully." Lu Ziye pondered for a moment and did not give a direct answer!

"Of course! This is my business card. Contact me anytime, and remember to contact me!" Coach Wang stuffed the business card into his hand, his eyes gleaming with the light of discovering a treasure.

The other teachers also took out their phones, wanting to add Lu Ziye on WeChat!

"Let's welcome our 800m champion, Lu Ziye!"

On the podium, the dean of the School of Literature presented the award to Lu Ziye. The old man had hardly any hair left. He put the gold medal on Lu Ziye's head, patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and his eyes were full of satisfaction.

As soon as Lu Ziye returned after receiving the award, he was pounced on by Zhang Qiang, Xu Jing, and others.

"Wow, Lu Ziye, you're so handsome!"

"Champion! Champion!"

"Flying General, Flying General!"

The enthusiasm was even greater than when he won the 400-meter championship last time. After all, the last time was an unexpected joy, and there was no expectation in his heart. But this time, everyone was already mentally prepared and looking forward to Lu Ziye creating a miracle again!

Lu Ziye lived up to expectations, winning the championship with overwhelming force!

From this point on, Class 6 of Chinese Language and Literature at Shanghai Normal University concluded the year's sports meet with two gold medals, and Lu Ziye's name will surely become famous!

"Hey, stop touching me! Damn it, stop pulling my clothes!"

Tear it apart!

No one knows who did it, but Lu Ziye's clothes were ripped open at the collar, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin!

Lu Ziye screamed, covered his chest with his hands, and ran away as fast as he could!

The crowd behind him burst into laughter, and Li Yuhang waved his hand, "Tonight, it's KTV at the back door, my treat!"

Upon hearing this, the entire audience cheered with joy!