Chapter 11

The meat ball is too fast, and because it is red, it is very conspicuous in the sun. At this moment, there is a strong wind in the galloping, and it directly surpasses the people of the Zhanwu department and heads for the distance

The teacher of the war martial arts department was stunned, and the other students who were roaring were also stunned, and the neat and imposing slogans were instantly messy.

"What is that?"

"Is it a newly invented hot air balloon..."

The people of Zhan Wu Department opened their mouths in surprise. Even the teachers of Zhan Wu Department hesitated for a while, showing their doubts. Only after seeing that all the students seemed to slip away one by one, his eyes suddenly stared.

"What are you looking at? Don't run!" With his drinking, the students withdrew their eyes one after another, and with the hesitation in their hearts, they continued to run. Slowly, the hesitation dissipated, and from a distance, they could hear the roar of their martial arts department echoing everywhere.

At the moment, Wang Baole didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all. His whole body was sweating and his brain was full of weight loss. It was like a group of fat grandfathers chasing him behind him. If he ran slower, he would be reunited

As time passed, two hours passed, and it was now afternoon. On the beach of the lower house Island, the students of the Department of war and martial arts were very tired one by one, but under the teacher's encouragement and scolding, they still ran, and the slogans were even louder.

"War is invincible!"

"Zhan Wu..." just at this moment, before they finished reading their slogans, suddenly from behind them, footsteps roared again. Exhausted, they saw a huge red meat ball flying past them again. This time, the speed seemed to be faster, and the sand was lifted and splashed all over them.

"That hot air balloon again!! it seems to be a little smaller..."

"What kind of hot-air balloon? That's a person. God, did he run a lap!!" Suddenly, the whole Zhanwu department was shocked, and the sound of uproar suddenly broke out. What they saw at the moment was only the red meat ball that was flying away.

At the moment, the teacher of the Department of war and martial arts also took a breath and rubbed his eyes, which seemed a little unbelievable. After hesitating, he saw that the students were talking. He quickly scolded again and continued to run. Soon after seeing that the students were very tired, he let everyone sit on the ground to rest.

As for himself, he sat aside, thinking about the red meat ball, and the students were also discussing with each other.

"Is that really a person?"

"God, how did he run? It's too fast..."

"No, his clothes look familiar..."

During the discussion, there was a trace of doubt in Chen Ziheng's expression. He vaguely felt that the red figure looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. At the moment, he rubbed his eyebrows and thought hard.

Just until they started running again after their rest, Chen Ziheng didn't think of the familiar reason, but soon after they just started running, suddenly behind them, the rumbling sound came again.

This time, everyone, including the teacher, instantly looked back and looked quickly. What they saw in their eyes was the red meat ball that had been seen twice, roaring, raising a strong wind, and rolling past them again

This time, the meat ball was obviously smaller, and it was definitely a person. At the same time, they heard bursts of whining from the meat ball.

It seemed that it was a man's unintentional roar after being crazy to the extreme, and the meat ball went away under the dumbfounded of the people of the Zhanwu Department

"Wangbaole!!" Chen Ziheng finally recognized the identity of the meat ball, lost his voice and exclaimed. Even many people around him recognized it faintly at the moment. After hearing Chen Ziheng's voice, they almost jumped up one by one.

"It's really wangbaole!"

"I was just wondering how familiar the clothes look. Isn't that a special trick to learn robes? It's actually Wang Baole. How did he become so fat!!" The noise is much stronger than before. It's really the identity of the meatball. It's too exciting for all students in the Department of war and martial arts. After all... Wangbaole is one of the weak chickens in the Department of French soldiers in their mouth.

Even the teacher of LianZhan martial arts department took a breath at the moment. He was surprised and full of shame. He felt an indescribable anger, and suddenly burst out, looking at the noisy students around.

"You punks!"

"Look, you can't even compare with those of the French Army Department. Dare you say that you're from the Zhanwu department? I'm the fastest in the Zhanwu department, the fist first, and the flesh invincible!"

"Listen to me, you punks. Double your training today, no more than wangbaole. Don't sleep today, and finish running for me!" When the teacher of the war martial arts department roared, all the students were angry.

Even they felt that it was humiliating and even more unconvinced to be surpassed by a French department. In their view, the fat man must have had a rest in the middle, and he did not run in a big circle, but took a shortcut to provoke.

How can they tolerate this behavior, especially Zhuo Yifan and Chen Ziheng, although they didn't speak, they looked at each other and were also unconvinced. They were originally competing with each other, but now the appearance of Wang Baole immediately made them seem to see the direction and share a common hatred.

So all the people of Zhanwu department are angry and full of fighting spirit at the moment, waiting for Wang Baole to come again. They have decided to let Wang Baole know that their Zhanwu department is the first speed this time!

Soon, it was late. In the dusk, with the roaring footsteps, when Wang Baole appeared again, he was immersed in a state of madness and vowed to lose weight. He didn't feel the anger of the Department of war martial arts at all. After galloping again, he didn't look behind him. At this moment, all the students of the Department of war martial arts roared one by one, burst out all their strength, and rushed after him.

"Wang Baole, you are sure to lose!"

"Wang Baole, you dare to compete with our martial arts department in running, let you know how powerful!" The shouts continued, and everyone in the Zhanwu department was red eyed and running rapidly. For a moment, looking from a distance, this group of people became a long line. The sound of the shouts spread, which was very spectacular, and even attracted the attention of other departments.

Just slowly, after a circle, the bright moon hung high, and the sound of shouting was replaced by heavy breathing. Those students of the Department of war and martial arts were all with despair in their eyes.

"Is this guy still human... How can he run like this!"

"Is he a fierce beast!!" Everyone was sad and angry. Their feet were getting slower and slower, their bodies were shaking, especially their legs were soft, and fewer and fewer followed Wang Baole. Only three or five people were still reluctantly following, and finally only Chen Ziheng and Zhuo Yifan were still gritting their teeth and insisting.

But even for them, they all reached the extreme. Chen Ziheng used the cultivation of sealing his body, but he was still farther and farther away from Wang Baole. After another circle, he fell to the ground panting, looking at the sky that was about to light, and became sad and angry.

"Is he from Zhanwu department or am I from Zhanwu department?"

The last one to fall was Zhuo Yifan. Even if he was no longer reconciled, even if his eyes were red as blood, even if he was crazy, he still followed half a circle. In the morning of the next day, his feet were sour and soft, and he fell to the ground.

"We are in the Department of war and martial arts. We can't let those weak weapon smelters in the Department of French soldiers compare with us. Zhuo Yifan, you explode again and surpass him!"

The Zhan Wu Department teacher who always accompanied him was also very tired, but now the depression in his heart was still difficult to vent. Looking at Wang Baole's seemingly tireless figure farther and farther away in the distance, he couldn't help roaring.

"Teacher, I really can't..." Zhuo Yifan wanted to struggle, but he saw Wang Baole's still rapid figure. An unprecedented frustration appeared in his heart, and he laughed bitterly.

The teacher of the war martial arts department opened his mouth again, but found that his mouth was full of bitterness, thinking that the French military department has always been very fragile, how could such a abnormal thing happen

"Shame!" Zhan Wu's teacher let out a cry of grief and indignation. In the days after that, he and his students could see Wang Baole running by almost every day. It seemed that Wang Baole never stopped

This experience, not to mention those students, even he was depressed. In the end, he simply gave up running around the island with the students of the Department of war and martial arts.

"Out of sight, out of mind, that's a pervert!" The teacher of the Department of war and martial arts sighed and came to another venue with the students who were relieved one after another. He planned to make these students familiar with the equipment and carry out strength training.

Even Zhuo Yifan felt extremely wise about the teacher's arrangement. It was really his blow in recent days, which was the strongest in his life.

At the moment, after running for a week, Wang Baole finally lost a lot of weight. In addition to being excited at the bottom of his heart, he also had some regrets. In his memory, it seemed that he could see some runners like himself a few days ago, but they gradually disappeared.

"Persistence is a quality." Wang Baole sighed and found that his body was obviously stronger than before, as if it was not far from the Qi and blood state. This feeling was very strong. In fact, after running a week ago, he had found that he would hardly be tired, as if he had endless power.

In this surprise, Wang Baole ran for a few more days. Finally, he was distressed to find that running did not seem to work. When he was bored, he inadvertently passed a training ground, where he saw all the members of the martial arts department who were practicing weight lifting and strength and endurance training.

Seeing those people sweating like rain, he immediately brightened his eyes and hurried to trot all the way.

"Teacher, my name is wangbaole. Can I also practice?" Wangbaole hurriedly opened his mouth, showing his desire and expectation.

His appearance immediately made the venue, which was originally a little noisy, instantly silent... All the students of the war martial arts department looked at Wang Baole in a red robe in an instant.