I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Qin Gang and Liu Zhen stood in the center of the playground, staring intently at the six figures sprinting on the track.

The six figures flickered in and out of the streetlights by the playground, yet their speed did not decrease at all.

"This is impossible..." Liu Zhen muttered to himself, his face showing a look of utter disbelief. "They're already at the fifth kilometer mark, and they're still rushing?"

"And they're at least 500 meters faster than the regular students! They're carrying more than 10 kilograms more weight than the regular students! Are they even human?"

Qin Gang's expression also changed.

He originally thought that Wu Hanfeng and his group were just going for the novelty at first, running fast, and would gradually slow down.

But reality slapped him in the face.

They've already covered five kilometers, and these guys are still running like they just started, full of energy, shouting slogans, and running with such gusto.

"Song Yizhou! How many of them have escaped?" Qin Gang asked in a deep voice.

Song Yizhou was squatting by the track, holding a notebook and pen, carefully taking notes.

Hearing Qin Gang call him, he quickly ran over.

"Reporting, Captain! They've reached the fifth kilometer!"

Qin Gang and Liu Zhen exchanged a glance, both seeing deep confusion in each other's eyes.

This is too weird.

Just how high is the physical fitness of these people?

These training team leaders and squad leaders, who had been soldiers for so many years, had never seen anyone so fierce!

Qin Gang said, "Go and get a few people from the medical team, just in case. We can't afford to have an accident while these kids are running around!"

Liu Zhen: "Yes!"

On the playground, students in the regular classes are making their final sprint of several hundred meters.

Each of them carried 15 kilograms of equipment, moving forward with sweat pouring down their faces and their legs trembling.

In contrast, the six in the top class had already run six kilometers.

The gap is visibly widening.

What's most infuriating is that the guys in the top class, while running, actually started shouting slogans at the top of their lungs, as if they weren't satisfied with that.

"Ten kilometers, I love you!"

"I miss you so much if you don't run for a day!"

"After this trip, there's one more!"

"The faster you run, the more handsome you become!"

The voices were louder and more energetic than the last, full of vigor, as clear and resonant as a singing competition.

The students in the regular classes turned green with shock upon hearing this.

"When...when did they start chanting slogans?"

"I don't know... they were already shouting when I reached the third kilometer."

"I begged them to stop shouting... My legs were cramping up, and hearing that slogan made me want to die on the spot."

"Damn it, the difference between us and them isn't just carrying a few more bricks, it's carrying an extra life!"

Zhao Peng from the second squadron was gritting his teeth and trying to keep up with the pace of the first team.

As a result, the top-performing group chanted the slogan, "After this run, there's another one."

The string in his mind snapped on the spot.

Is this guy even human?

He turned to look at the backs of the top students, and fell into deep self-doubt.

"I... I was at least the first in the 5-kilometer race in the second regiment..."

"Yesterday I thought I was pretty awesome for running a race in 18 minutes and 20 seconds..."

Why do I feel like I'm disabled right now?

A fellow soldier from the same company running by said, "Brother Peng, don't doubt yourself. It's not that we're crippled, it's that they're crazy. You have to believe that there are lunatics in this world."

"But they're soldiers too... soldiers of our division too... When did the Third Regiment produce such monsters?"

"Who knows...maybe the soil and water in the Third Regiment are more nourishing..."

"Raise my ass! We're from the next county to the Third Regiment, how come I didn't raise one like that?"

"You're raising your belly, while others are raising their legs."

Zhao Peng looked down at his legs, then at the backs of the top class students running away, and suddenly felt that his legs were rented, or rather, the ones with insufficient deposit.

But at that moment, the slogan of the elite class changed again.

"I feel itchy all over if I don't run or jump!"

"Ten kilometers a day, and doctors stay away from me!"

"Why do we run? Because we can't stay still!"

"Why so fast? Because soldiers are the cutest!"

When that last sentence was shouted out, several class leaders who were watching the show from the sidelines burst out laughing.

"Pfft—soldiers are the cutest?" Liu Zhen spat out a mouthful of tea, nearly choking. "What the hell is that slogan? Is it a kindergarten talent show?"

Qin Gang's expression was beyond just ugly.

He stared intently at the few guys on the track who were like wild horses, his teeth grinding together.

"Who...who taught them to shout these things?"

"I don't know." Cao Meng swallowed. "It might be Wu Hanfeng. After all, among these slogans, only he could come up with such a shameless thing as 'Doctors stay away from me'."

"I think they're not just restless, they just need more training," Han Song said quietly from the side. "If they still have the energy to shout after they finish running ten kilometers, I, Han Song, will start running five kilometers upside down tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Du Hong leaned closer.

"Confirmed." Han Song nodded.

"Then you can start practicing handstands tomorrow." Du Hong pointed to the track. "Listen to them, they've finished the five kilometers, and their shouting hasn't quieted down at all. And don't you think they're getting more and more excited as they shout?"

The team leaders and squad leaders all looked over.

Sure enough, those guys from the top class were chasing each other on the track, shouting slogans and smiling.

Especially Zhao Yihang, whose voice is like he has a megaphone. One minute he's saying "I'll miss you if you don't run for a day," and the next he's saying "The more you run, the more handsome you become." His voice is full of energy, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was doing some kind of talent show.

"They're a bunch of fucking monsters."

Zhao Yihang: "The Top Class!"

Qian Kun: "My legs don't ache!"

Ma Teng: "Run ten kilometers!"

Sun Dawei: "Serves as an appetizer!"

Wu Hanfeng: "After this trip, let's have an extra meal!"

Hao Qiang: "..."

He simply didn't have the strength to shout anymore.

He felt that he had already borrowed the strength of his ancestors for eighteen generations to be able to keep up.

He used to always be at the forefront when running five kilometers; he never lagged behind others and ended up in the dust.

Today, he felt like a shared bicycle that had accidentally wandered into a professional racing team. He was pedaling so hard that the wheels were about to fly off the track, but he could only watch the taillights of the five sports cars in front of him.

He held his breath, clenching his teeth tightly to keep his breathing from getting out of control.

Six kilometers.

When he reached the seventh kilometer, Hao Qiang clearly felt his legs getting heavier and heavier, and his breathing began to become erratic.

His steps, which had been uniform just moments before, became somewhat disordered, and the sound of his footsteps landing was much heavier than before.

If it's just normal weight training, running ten kilometers is something he can do.

But now, the load has increased by ten kilograms.

Moreover, in order to catch up with those freaks, the speed was much faster than usual!

Zhao Yihang, who was running beside him, turned his head and glanced at him with a concerned look on his face: "Brother Qiang, you don't look well."

Hao Qiangqiang waved his hand weakly, "I...I'm fine...Let's...continue..."

"Are you sure?" Qian Kun leaned closer. "You're breathing like a range hood, your lips are all white. Why don't you take a break?"

"No! I won't rest!" Hao Qiang gritted his teeth. "I... none of us in our Third Regiment... will fall behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stumbled and fell forward.