Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"Your movements are out of shape!" Ye Fan's voice came from the shore, "Keep your back straight! Do you think you're doggy paddling?"

Lu Mingfei wanted to curse, but he choked on his saliva as soon as he opened his mouth.

He coughed violently, lost his balance, and was swept sideways by the rushing water. The muddy river water rushed into his ears and nose, and the world suddenly became blurry and distant.

"I'm going to die..."

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Lu Mingfei forced himself to suppress the urge to cough, and with the control over his body, he swallowed the water into his esophagus and continued to persevere.

Given his decadent personality, he should have given up the moment this thought came to his mind.

He would rather sink into the water than endure endless fatigue and pain.

At least five days ago, he was definitely like this. But now he will do his best to grit his teeth and persevere.

It's not because he has a noble consciousness, but because he knows that once he chooses to give up, he will endure the pain of drowning.

Then when his body reached the critical point, Ye Fan pulled him out of the water.

Wait until he recovers before throwing him into the water.

Regarding this point, Lu Mingfei felt that if he could travel back in time, Ye Fan and those ancient people who specialized in studying torture instruments would have a lot in common.

Those torture methods really made him suffer.

It's all painful. My muscles are sore now, but that's better than feeling like I'm on the verge of death. The key is that I can't die, so I just have to keep going.

Lu Mingfei's fingers had turned white from being soaked, and the gaps between his nails were filled with mud and sand from the river bottom.

Every stroke felt like tearing his muscles, but Lu Mingfei didn't dare stop - he really didn't want to experience that feeling of despair of being choked by water a second time.

Finally, when his physical strength was about to collapse completely, Lu Mingfei's fingers touched the rocks on the opposite bank.

He used up his last bit of strength to climb ashore, lying on his back on the ground, looking at the stagnant sun in the sky, gasping for breath.

He completed 20 round trips in this 50-meter-wide turbulent river, a total distance of 1000 meters.

It only took him 20 minutes to cover such a long distance. Lu Mingfei's swimming skills were now comparable to those of excellent swimmers.

"Not bad, not bad. Your willpower has improved a lot. It seems you've made a lot of progress recently."

Ye Fan walked over from the shore, clapping his hands.

He threw a set of clean clothes to Lu Mingfei and pointed to the camping tent not far away.

It was a tent specially designed to block the sun. There were portable white tables and chairs underneath, and the lunch box prepared by Ye Fan was already placed on the table.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at Ye Fan, barely changed his clothes, stumbled under the tent, sat on a chair and took a deep breath.

It feels so good to have something to lean on physically.

Wait for your arm to regain feeling and strength.

Lu Mingfei quickly took out disposable chopsticks, picked up the lunch box, and pulled open the lid. The aroma of rice filled his nose.

Lu Mingfei stuffed rice into his mouth in big mouthfuls, chewing the carbohydrates non-stop.

Feel the salivary enzymes in your mouth breaking down the rice into glucose. The sweetness of the glucose flows down your esophagus into your stomach, and finally turns into physical strength and rushes to every part of your body.

Lu Mingfei was almost moved to tears.

Originally, he thought that having no one to talk to and no one to talk to was lonely and painful.

But now it seems that I was too pretentious before.

During these five days, or the fifteen days in the time zero zone, Lu Mingfei felt that his entire body and mind had undergone a transformation.

A set of clean clothes and a full lunch box are enough to make him cry tears of happiness.

While feeling moved, Lu Mingfei did not forget to stuff various side dishes mixed with rice into his mouth, chewing them twenty times in the standard way before swallowing them into his stomach.

This way he can absorb the nutrients in the food to the greatest extent, and now he cherishes food very much.

Ye Fan poured him a sports drink to replenish electrolytes and said:

"Eat slowly, eat slowly. I'm not trying to steal it from you. I already ate it while you were swimming."

Lu Mingfei glared at Ye Fan resentfully, thinking, "You're still showing off to me at this time? Do you know how tired I am from swimming in the river?"

Then he resentfully picked up the electrolyte drink Ye Fan had prepared and drank it all.

Taste it, hmm, this old guy’s cooking skills are really good.

The surface of the river sparkled with tiny golden lights in the sunlight, and a breeze blew the edge of the tent.

It was a pretty nice day, with a tent for camping, a small table and a table full of food.

If an ordinary family of three comes here, they should be able to enjoy the scenery and appreciate the beauty of late spring.

If it was 5 days ago, Lu Mingfei might have taken two photos with a literary and artistic atmosphere to share with Chen Wenwen.

But Lu Mingfei doesn't have that kind of leisure time now.

He wolfed down his lunch box, feeling his strength rapidly recover with every bite of food.

Ye Fan leaned back in his chair, watching Lu Mingfei eat, his lips curled up slightly. "Continue your cross-country run in the afternoon, and then practice swordplay with me tonight. You have school tomorrow, so I'll let you take it easy tonight. Just fight with me, and I'll let you go home and rest."

"real!?"

Lu Mingfei asked in surprise. He had been forced by Ye Fan to practice various weapons every night these days.

After a few days of adaptation, he finally chose the same eight-sided Han sword as Ye Fan as his usual weapon.

Chapter 40 Run! run! run!

Ye Fan was very happy about this, as it would allow him to teach better.

Feeling extremely happy about being able to rest for half a night, Lu Mingfei couldn't help but feel a little sad.

People really do change, and they change very quickly. Five days ago, he was still a boy with a deep case of chuunibyou.

But after these five days, he has been able to understand the essence of life. It is true that the ordinary and simple is the true...

The training ground for cross-country running was chosen in an undeveloped primeval forest on the outskirts of the city.

Lu Mingfei put on a 20-kilogram backpack and stood at the edge of the forest, taking a deep breath.

The forest in early May exudes the fragrance of soil and new branches and leaves. The sunlight shines through the layers of leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

"Do you remember the route map?"

Ye Fan stood aside, playing with a leaf in his hand. "The whole journey is fifteen kilometers, and there are seven marked points to check in. I'll wait for you at the finish line."

Lu Mingfei nodded, adjusting his breathing. These five days—or rather, fifteen days in the time-zero zone—of training had already produced subtle changes in his body.

His muscle lines became more distinct, his skin took on a healthy wheat color due to long-term exposure to the sun, and even his eyes lost their former confusion and became sharper.

"start!"

Following Ye Fan's order, Lu Mingfei rushed into the forest like an arrow.

The weighted backpack made him feel a little uncomfortable during the first few steps, but he soon found his balance.

The footsteps became light and rhythmic, as if the whole person had merged into one with the forest.

Tree trunks, bushes, and rocks quickly receded from view.

Lu Mingfei's breathing gradually stabilized, but his heartbeat became faster and faster - not because of fatigue, but because of a strange sense of excitement.

His body memorized every skill Ye Fan taught him: how to maintain balance on rugged terrain, how to use the rebound force of trees to accelerate, and how to predict obstacles ahead while moving at high speed.

"Monkeys in the rainforest..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly thought of this metaphor and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

Indeed, he is now like a primate moving freely among the treetops, except that this "monkey" is carrying a 20-kilogram load and can still maintain a speed of 15 kilometers per hour.

Even some special forces kings are probably no match for Lu Mingfei in today's jungle.

This is also Lu Mingfei's talent. His talent of hitting the target every time can be used not only in shooting, but also in surveying the terrain.

Lu Mingfei could see all obstacles and react quickly to overcome them.

This ability is great for escaping, but it can also be used by a single warrior roaring across a ravine-filled battlefield towards a dragon.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting ever-changing spots of light on him.

Lu Mingfei felt an unprecedented sense of freedom - different from mechanically moving back and forth in the swimming pool, and different from repeating boring sword-swinging movements on the training ground, this kind of running made him truly feel the power of life surging in his body.

The first marking point was an ancient pine tree struck by lightning, with a mark left by Ye Fan carved on the trunk.

Lu Mingfei used the dagger he carried with him to scratch a mark beside him, and then continued forward. His body had adapted to the weight, and he even began to enjoy the feeling of challenging his limits.

When crossing a stream, Lu Mingfei did not choose to take a detour, but jumped directly to a protruding rock on the opposite bank.

The moment he jumped into the air, he suddenly realized that his jumping ability was far beyond that of ordinary people - the rock was at least three meters away from the shore, but he landed on it easily without even having to adjust his posture.

"Is this... the power of dragon blood? No wonder Brother Fan and the others are so strong."

Lu Mingfei looked down at his hands. His knuckles had calluses from holding the knife for a long time, but at this moment these calluses made him feel inexplicably at ease.

They are proof of his transformation.

The terrain in the depths of the forest became increasingly complex, but Lu Mingfei's speed did not slow down.

Instead, he began to try more adventurous moves: sliding down the steep slope and using inertia to rush up the opposite mound; grabbing the hanging vines and swinging across a quagmire; zigzagging between dense tree trunks to reduce the straight-line distance...

Sweat dripped down his forehead, but Lu Mingfei had already learned how to stay focused in this state.

Ye Fan's voice seemed to still echo in his ears: "Pain is your friend, it tells you that you are still alive; fatigue is your teacher, it teaches you to break through your limits."

The seventh marker was at the base of a cliff. After checking in, Lu Mingfei looked up at the nearly vertical rock face—this was the final stretch, and the most difficult challenge.

According to the map drawn by Ye Fan, he needs to climb the cliff about 30 meters high with his bare hands to reach the end.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, tightened the shoulder straps of his backpack, and began to look for the first fulcrum.

The rock surface was covered in moss due to years of moisture, making it slippery to the touch. The first few meters were smooth, but when he reached a height of ten meters, Lu Mingfei's right foot missed the target for a moment, and he suddenly slid down half a meter.

His heart was pounding in his chest, but surprisingly, the fear didn't overwhelm him like it usually did.

On the contrary, a strange calmness took over my mind.

Lu Mingfei could clearly feel every texture of the rock from his fingertips, hear the subtle sound of wind blowing through the cracks in the rock, and even predict which stone might be loose.

"Is this what Brother Fan meant by 'you'll get used to it after a few times'? Haha, it feels pretty good, but the process of getting used to it is so painful."