The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The students' faces gradually turned grim.

This issue is even more hurtful than the angry outburst just now.

The strength of Class 9 has been proven time and again by Tianmu.

For these ordinary students, even keeping up with Class 9 was extremely difficult.

That's precisely why they are even more unwilling to be denied the chance to fight side by side with their juniors.

The instructor looked away, his tone returning to calm.

"alright."

"Those who want to practice more, get up and practice for another two hours."

"I'll arrange a fine restorative medicinal bath for you all tonight!"

"If you don't want to do extra training, you can sit there. I won't say anything to you, and you won't be shortchanged on what you're supposed to do."

After saying that, he didn't urge him any further.

He simply stepped aside, leaving the choice to everyone else.

Silence fell over the playground once again.

Many students have reached their physical limits.

Their thigh muscles were still twitching, their shoulders were red from being rubbed raw by the heavy equipment, and every step they took was like being pricked with needles.

Two extra hours of training means they might not even have the energy to lift their hands to wash up tonight.

Even without extra training, the recovery bath, nutritional resources, and dinner will not be neglected.

As long as they sit here, they can still receive the treatment they deserve.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Really, we don't need to practice extra, and we won't lose resources?"

The instructor glanced at him.

"The military orders have been made very clear."

"You are not prisoners."

"The training is to keep you alive, not to kill you on the spot."

The student opened his mouth, but said nothing more.

His companion, supporting his knees, whispered, "Then let's rest."

"We are already very tired."

"Um."

"Let's heal our injuries first, then we'll practice again tomorrow."

That statement sounds correct.

They were indeed tired.

They do need rest.

But when their gaze fell back on the sky above the playground, everyone remembered the scene in the sky.

Senior Zhou Lang was so tired that he couldn't stand up.

The new recruits were so exhausted that they could no longer even cry out.

But when the insect swarm came down, no one asked them if they could rest.

Someone closed their eyes and slowly tightened their knuckles.

Someone pounded their numb thigh, their face contorted in pain.

Some people had already reached for the weighted equipment next to them, but stopped halfway through.

It's not that they don't want to stand up.

But their bodies were truly rejecting them.

That's why the choices given by the instructors were so weighty.

Staying is voluntary.

No one will blame you if you sit down.

"Whoosh—"

A figure suddenly stood up from the ground, moving slowly and even swaying slightly.

But he didn't say anything.

Chen Ming bent down and picked up the weighted equipment next to him one by one.

The wristband was fastened again.

The leg braces were re-tied.

When the heavy alloy vest pressed down on his shoulders, his body swayed, and his face instantly paled.

Chen Ming did not stop.

He lowered his head and tightened the last securing strap.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the newly repaired track.

There were no slogans shouted.

There was no turning back.

It didn't prove anything to anyone.

He simply started running around the playground.

When he took his first step, Chen Ming's knees almost buckled.

As he landed the second step, a muffled wheezing sound came from his chest.

The weighted equipment made my shoulder blades ache, and every swing of my arm strained the muscles that hadn't yet recovered.

But he kept running.

"what……"

Someone nearby watched Chen Ming's retreating figure and let out a suppressed sigh.

The student sat for a few seconds, then raised his hand and patted his face.

Then he stood up.

He didn't say anything, but simply put his weighted gear back on and followed.

A second person joined the team.

The third.

The tenth one.

The hundredth.

More and more students stood up.

Some people were quick and efficient, while others had to help their companions put their gear back on.

Someone had only run half a lap when their legs gave way and they fell. Someone next to them stopped to help them up, and the two of them started running again together.

Don't help me up.

"Stand still first."

"I can run."

"Then let's run together."

The line gradually grew longer.

Chen Ming ran in the lead, his silhouette stretched long by the playground lights.

He didn't run very fast.

It was even slower than usual.

But he never stopped.

Every time I put my foot down, my muscles felt like they were being torn apart.

With each breath, it felt as if a heavy block of iron was pressing down on my chest.

A suppressed gasp soon filled the playground.

Some people gasped in pain.

Some people were in so much pain that tears streamed down their faces.

Some people fell and lay on the ground, but after a few seconds, they gritted their teeth and got back up.

"stand up!"

"Don't lie down!"

"Keep up while you can still run!"

"If you can't keep up, just leave!"

"Don't stop!"

The sounds of pain continued to ring out.

But this time, no one shouted "give up" anymore.

The instructor stood by the track, his belt hanging down at his side.

He looked at the group of students who continued to move forward despite their pain, and the ferocity in his eyes finally faded.

But he didn't call a halt.

He simply turned around and raised his hand towards the medical staff at the edge of the training field.

"The medicinal bath is ready."

"Everyone's share must be equal, not a single bit less."

Then, he picked up the timer again and looked at the playground.

"Extra training begins."

Two hours.

"yes!"

The responses were not uniform.

There are male voices and female voices.

Some people's voices were loud, while others' voices had become hoarse.

But they eventually came together and resounded throughout the entire playground.

Under the lights, hundreds of students, carrying heavy loads, ran lap after lap.

They don't have the same talent as Class 9.

The Heavenly Emperor did not personally transmit the Dharma.

There were no soldiers or supernatural powers that could sweep through the Ruins.

All they have now is an exhausted body and a group of companions willing to keep running with them.

But tonight, they didn't sit down.

Regardless of men and women.

Not a single person withdrew.