The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Chen Guan disregarded everything else, adjusted his breathing, and began to squat down.

Every movement was unusually slow, with veins bulging slightly on his forehead and sweat dripping down his chin, but his eyes were firm and his movements were perfectly steady.

One, two, three...

The heavy barbell bounced up and down repeatedly, which was not only a test of strength, but also a test of core stability and willpower.

Ten times, fifteen times, eighteen times...

Chen Guan's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his legs began to tremble violently, and his face flushed red, but he gritted his teeth and stared intently at a point in front of him.

Nineteenth grade!

Twenty strokes!

Clang!

After completing his final squat, Chen Guan used almost all his remaining strength to slam the barbell back onto the rack with a loud thud.

He stumbled a step, grabbed the support frame to steady himself, and gasped for breath, his whole body soaked in sweat.

For the first time, a slight ripple appeared on Li Yan's perpetually cold and hard face.

He walked up to Chen Guan, looked him up and down, then looked at the coffin, and said in a deep voice, "His strength is acceptable, and his willpower is passable."

Li Yan couldn't help but glance at the coffin again; it was much heavier than the barbell.

He already knew about the coffin's situation. There was still a person lying inside the coffin. How could this kid carry the coffin as if it were flat ground and lift a barbell weighing over 100 kilograms so tired?

Could this kid be... playing dumb to fool others?

"Take a five-minute break, then, in pairs, do basic sparring practice." Li Yan didn't specify the details, but directly announced the next item.

Huaqing is inclusive, welcoming students of all kinds and accommodating all sorts of little secrets.

Chen Guan walked to the wall, leaned against the coffin and slowly sat down, feeling his whole body muscles ache and tremble.

Holy crap, doing 20 squats while carrying over 100 kilograms—these people are no ordinary folks. Our level is just that of an average person in their class.

"Pshaw, I could do that when I was eighteen, now I'm fifteen."

[Ao Ge looked disdainful; the red-haired guy was adorable.]

Professor Li Yan kept looking at his coffin.

Liu Feiyu's face turned completely red, and his legs were trembling.

The break time passed quickly, and the group competition began.

Based on their performance, Li Yan roughly divided the groups into groups with similar strength.

Chen Guan's opponent is Wang Hanyue, that kind-hearted boy, who should have elemental abilities.

Wang Hanyue looked at Chen Guan, scratched his head, and chuckled憨厚ly, "Chen, you're really strong, but my defense is alright. Shall we... stop here?"

"Okay." Chen Guan nodded.

The two stood in the designated area, and with Li Yan's command, the confrontation began.

Wang Hanyue let out a low shout, and a faint earthy yellow glow emanated from his body, making his skin appear as if it were covered with a layer of rock-like texture.

He walked steadily and threw a powerful punch at the coffin.

Chen Guan did not take the blow head-on. Instead, he shifted his feet and used evasive techniques from basic martial arts to sidestep, while simultaneously delivering a swift hand chop to Wang Hanyue's ribs.

boom!

The chop struck the petrified skin with a dull thud. Wang Hanyue swayed and grimaced, saying, "It hurts a little."

Chen Guan also felt his palms go numb; this giant tortoise shell truly lived up to its reputation.

The two fought back and forth, with Chen Guan displaying skillful technique, but his attacks struggled to break through Wang Hanyue's rocky defenses.

Wang Hanyue has a strong defense, but his attack speed is relatively slow and his moves are relatively clumsy.

For a time, the two fought fiercely, with Chen Guan mainly on the offensive and Wang Hanyue on the defensive. Occasionally, Wang Hanyue's attacks would be blocked by the coffin behind Chen Guan.

Ultimately, when time ran out, neither of them managed to effectively defeat the other, resulting in a draw. After all, this was just practice, and Chen Guan didn't need to use his coffin, nor did Wang Hanyue unleash his ultimate move.

"Not bad." Li Yan commented: "Chen Guan's technique is adequate and his attack transitions are passable, but he lacks effective means to break through defenses. Wang Hanyue's defense is solid, but his mobility is too poor and his counterattacks are sluggish. Each of you should work on your weaknesses."

"Yes!" the two replied in unison.

In the ensuing confrontation, An Changqing easily defeated his opponent, demonstrating comprehensive fighting skills. Long Ao, on the other hand, crushed his opponent in three moves, remaining as ruthless as ever. Liu Feiyu faced an elementalist girl and won by relying on speed and a few tricks, looking quite pleased with himself.

Chen Guan observed this and had a general idea of ​​his classmates' abilities. An Changqing was undoubtedly number one, followed closely by Long Ao, Su Yuehe, and Zhao Qingyin, who were also in the middle ranks.

Although Liu Feiyu was a bit arrogant, his strength was actually not bad, and he could be considered as mid-level. It's just that for some reason, his strength was somewhat unpredictable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

Wang Hanyue and Zhou Dun, two men who were not good at fighting, were able to sit at the same table with him, so they could be considered brothers in misfortune.

After the sparring practice ended, Li Yan arranged reaction training and endurance stretching. The training hall was filled with heavy breathing, hitting sounds, and Li Yan's cold commands for the entire afternoon.

When the school bell finally rang, everyone was exhausted, as if they had been pulled out of the water.

"get out of class dismissed. Don't be late for the next class." Li Yan said this last sentence and turned to leave.

The students dispersed in twos and threes, supporting each other and grumbling in hushed tones about how tough the training was.

Li Yan's classes were really strict. Punishment running and extra training were common occurrences. Moreover, he trained them separately, with the intensity increasing as their abilities grew. An Changqing and Long Ao were the ones who received the most intensive extra training.

Long Ao, in particular, enjoyed it.

Chen Guan also felt as if his whole body was falling apart, but his spirits were unusually high.

Although the afternoon's training was tough, it improved his control over the vest and his understanding of physical techniques.

Because of his past experiences, Chen Guan was not an ordinary person. Li Yan's class helped him to recall his past memories. He was quite grateful for the hardships he had suffered in his previous life, so that the gap between him and others would not be too obvious.

Carrying the coffin on his back, he slowly walked back to his dormitory.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a soft golden glow over Qingzhu Garden. Chen Guan dragged his tired body back to room 304. Cooking in the dormitory was obviously not practical, and he was too lazy to go to the cafeteria, so he just cooked himself a bag of instant noodles and made do with that.

While waiting for the noodles to be ready, he opened the panel and checked his harvest for the day.

Popularity didn't increase much, but what's gratifying is that Agility increased by 0.1.

0.1, though not much and seemingly insignificant, is a very good sign.

This means that although he cannot cultivate spiritual power yet, his physical attributes can be improved through training, rather than passively becoming stronger by simply relying on the system to allocate points.