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Chapter 52, classmate, please wait a moment.

When they arrived at the cashier, Chen Zhiyuan wanted to suggest paying together since they didn't have many items.

But before he could say anything, he saw He Fei quietly put her bottle of shampoo aside and take out the change she had prepared beforehand.

He immediately understood what she meant, and simply smiled understandingly without forcing her. He knew that He Fei had a strong sense of self-respect and cherished her independence.

Carrying a heavy bag of groceries, Chen Zhiyuan waved and said as he walked out of the supermarket, "I'm going back to my dorm, what about you?"

"I'll go back too," He Fei replied softly.

The two said goodbye at the entrance of the cafeteria. One headed towards Building 13 for boys, and the other towards Building 11 for girls. Their figures quickly disappeared into the small groups of people on campus in the evening.

Back in dormitory 217, it was quiet. Duan Bin hadn't returned yet; he'd probably finished eating and gone for a walk around campus with his parents.

It looks like my other two roommates won't be coming today.

Chen Zhiyuan, who was happy to have some peace and quiet, put down his things, opened his laptop, sat down, and began to concentrate on writing the next chapter.

It wasn't until after 10 p.m. that Duan Bin returned, exhausted but excited.

Chen Zhiyuan saved the document, turned off the computer, and chatted with him for a while.

During the conversation, it was learned that Duan Bin's parents were arranged by the school to rest in the gymnasium - the school thoughtfully prepared thousands of makeshift beds there, which were provided free of charge to parents who dropped off their children at school to stay overnight.

Silent all night.

Chen Zhiyuan didn't have any problem with sleeping in unfamiliar beds, and slept very soundly in his brand-new dormitory.

When I woke up, it was already broad daylight.

He got up quickly, washed up, changed into running shoes and sportswear, and prepared to start his first morning run at Jiangnan University.

Before, when I was at home, I could only run along the streets or riverbanks, which was somewhat inconvenient.

Jiangnan University has much better campus conditions, with fresh air, wide and smooth roads, and virtually no vehicles in the early morning.

Most importantly, it has a standard 400-meter track and field stadium.

That was Chen Zhiyuan's destination.

He greeted Duan Bin, who was still asleep, then quietly closed the door and jogged out of the dormitory building.

At around 7 a.m., the stadium was already bustling with people doing their morning exercises. There were elderly people jogging, students playing football, and young people like him running alone.

Chen Zhiyuan stepped onto the red rubber track and began jogging to warm up.

After a lap or two, his body gradually warmed up, and on a whim, he unconsciously quickened his pace and increased his speed.

At this moment, on the other side of the track, Su Bingying, an associate professor at the School of Physical Education and coach of the school's sprint team, was stretching while quietly observing the situation on the track.

He was in his early thirties, in excellent physical condition, and had sharp eyes.

As a professional coach, he habitually pays attention to those who excel on the track and field.

He had noticed Chen Zhiyuan long ago.

At first, I didn't pay much attention. The young man's running posture looked very amateurish. He was running purely on instinct and physical strength. His breathing rhythm and arm swing were not professional enough.

Su Bingying thought he was just having a whim and would slow down after one or two laps.

but……

The young man had already run five or six laps at a steady pace, and there was no sign that his speed was decreasing.

Based on Su Bingying's professional assessment, his pace was approximately three minutes per kilometer.

This speed is already very good for an amateur. The key point is that after running so many laps, this young man did not change his expression. Although his breathing was a little heavy, it was still rhythmic, and his steps were steady. He did not show any signs of fatigue.

That's not simple.

Su Bingying keenly sensed that this was probably far from the young man's limit.

His eyes lit up, his interest piqued, and he began to secretly keep an eye on the young man, who seemed amateur but had amazing physical abilities, to see how many laps he could run at this speed.

Six laps, seven laps, eight laps...

Chen Zhiyuan himself didn't know how many laps he had run. He was immersed in his own rhythm, letting the sweat seep out. He felt comfortable all over and had more and more energy as he ran. Who would bother counting the laps?

I think I ran at least a dozen laps.

Feeling thoroughly satisfied and almost done with his game, Chen Zhiyuan gradually slowed down, eventually stopping at the edge of the track, panting slightly as he adjusted his breathing.

He is becoming increasingly satisfied with his physical condition.

Since his rebirth, not only have his muscle definition become increasingly clear, but his endurance, strength, reaction speed, body coordination, and other qualities seem to be improving across the board.

Although I sweated a lot during that run, my heart rate quickly calmed down, and I didn't feel exhausted. Instead, I felt refreshed.

He was about to go back to take a shower and change into dry clothes when a deep and clear male voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Excuse me, student, please wait a moment."

Upon hearing the sound, Chen Zhiyuan stopped and turned around to look in the direction of the sound.

Not far away stood a man who looked to be in his thirties or forties, dressed in clean and neat sportswear and professional running shoes. He was tall and had a sharp look in his eyes, clearly a sports person who had been training for many years.

"Teacher, did you call me?" Chen Zhiyuan asked tentatively, his breathing already steady.

Su Bingying's face lit up with joy, and she quickly stepped forward: "Excuse me, what's your major? What year are you in?"

Although we didn't know each other, the teacher was warm and had an open and honest look in her eyes, which made a very good impression.

Since Chen Zhiyuan had nothing else to do, he answered frankly, "Hello teacher, my name is Chen Zhiyuan, a freshman in the School of Computer Science and Technology. I just registered yesterday."

"Oh, new students!"

Su Bingying nodded, her gaze sweeping over Chen Zhiyuan's well-proportioned yet powerful physique. She got straight to the point, "Chen, my name is Su Bingying, and I'm the coach of our school's track and field team."

"I just saw you running; you were pretty fast, running more than ten laps in one go. Do you run often?"

"Hello, Teacher Su." Chen Zhiyuan replied politely, "When I was in high school, I basically didn't have time to run because of the heavy workload. It was only this summer after the college entrance examination that I started to run regularly in the mornings. All in all, it's only been a little over a month."

It's only been running for a little over a month!

Su Bingying's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of professional excitement rose within him.

How can someone maintain such endurance and speed after just over a month of amateur running?

This young man's physical talent and athletic potential are probably extraordinary.

"Chen, your long-distance running endurance is quite good." Su Bingying carefully chose his words, his gaze becoming more focused. "However, from my professional perspective, your body type and muscle structure seem to be more suited to short-distance explosive events, such as sprinting."

"How about it? Are you interested? I can give you a simple test."

As an associate professor and professional coach at the School of Physical Education, Su Bingying has a keen eye for talent.

Excellent long-distance runners typically have a low body fat percentage and a slender build.

Although Chen Zhiyuan in front of me is not particularly burly, he has broad shoulders and long legs. In particular, the muscle lines of his thighs and calves are clear and smooth, containing obvious explosive power characteristics. He is obviously a good candidate for sprinting.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zhiyuan's heart stirred slightly.