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Chapter 13 As long as you have feet

"fine."

Seeing that Jiang Jiahao's reaction was intense, Li An didn't argue with him. He just smiled at him, then looked away and went to his bed to find clothes to take a shower.

Today is Wednesday, and I have class tomorrow. It's already very late at 23 PM, so I need to take a shower right away.

Jiangcheng University has excellent accommodations, with each dormitory room having two toilets equipped with showers.

If you need to wash clothes, besides hand washing them in a bucket on the balcony, you can also save up your clothes for a few days and take them to the laundry room to wash them together, but it will cost 2 yuan each time you use it.

As Ang Lee turned away as if nothing had happened, Jiang Jiahao, who was playing King of Glory, began to lose focus, glancing at him every now and then.

"Did he find out that I was talking badly about him behind his back?"

"That doesn't make sense. I did it very discreetly. I first spread rumors outside and then slowly let them get back into the class."

"But his smile just now seemed strange; he clearly noticed something. What exactly went wrong?"

Jiang Jiahao was thrown into turmoil by Ang Lee's sudden gaze upon his return, feeling as if he were being pricked by thorns.

Not long after, Ang Lee finished washing up and came back, then went straight to bed.

The dormitory beds are individually assigned, with each person having their own bunk bed.

The upper bunk is for sleeping, while the lower bunk is used to place a computer for studying.

"Judging from Jiang Jiahao's reaction just now, he must be the one who spread rumors about me."

Li An lay on the bed and turned his head to look at Jiang Jiahao's bed again. He saw that the guy looked like he had been electrocuted, avoiding his gaze and looking down at his phone, pretending to be very busy.

If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear.

Ang Lee had only a few guesses in his mind, but seeing Jiang Jiahao's reaction, he had already found the answer.

Thinking about this, Ang Lee found it quite funny; he never imagined that men could be the target of fabricated rumors.

"He's spreading rumors about me. Could he be talking badly about me behind my back?"

Having successfully identified the suspect, Ang Lee couldn't help but think of more possibilities.

It's been more than two months since school started and military training began, but his relationship with his roommates is just so-so.

They weren't bad, but they weren't good either; they were just casual acquaintances.

Ang Lee hadn't taken this matter to heart before.

After all, everyone's time and energy are limited. When you're hanging out with old friends, you don't have time to make new friends. That's a basic principle.

However, after the dormitory assignments are made, you will be living together day and night for four years, seeing each other all the time.

With this in mind, he tried to build a good relationship with his roommates after the start of the semester.

Even if you have no shortage of friends, it's definitely better to make friends than to make enemies.

After trying it, he eventually gave up because the results were unsatisfactory; he had no interest in trying to win someone over.

But now that they've discovered Jiang Jiahao, this jealous guy, is in the dorm, his previous attempts to build a good relationship with him failed, which seems a bit strange.

"A neon sign at point B, utterly ruined!"

Just then, an excited shout rang out.

"Let's go to sleep first."

Li An glanced around and saw that it was Wu Long doing the tile work. He reached out and pulled up the mosquito net, found an eye mask and headphones, adjusted his position, and went to sleep.

My relationship with my roommates is so-so, as long as we keep to ourselves.

……

Early in the morning, before his roommates could even set their alarms, Ang Lee woke up naturally.

Perhaps it was because he had run about five kilometers today and exhausted a lot of energy, but he slept exceptionally soundly.

I checked my phone and saw it was only 7 o'clock.

He gets up, brushes his teeth, washes his face, puts on his shoes, and goes straight out for his morning exercise.

In the past, he definitely wouldn't have had this thought, after all, he was exhausted from the previous military training.

But the past is the past, and the present is the present.

If running can earn money, he'll definitely have to run.

The weather is still not great today. Although it didn't rain heavily, the sky is a bit gloomy.

Ang Lee stood at the dormitory entrance, glanced at the weather, and then started jogging.

"Inhale...exhale..."

Whether it was a misperception or not, Ang Lee found that after being given the persona of a "sports genius," he felt completely transformed.

He hadn't specifically studied what kind of breathing technique to use when running, but he would instinctively adjust his breathing rhythm as he ran.

Not just his breathing, but his entire body as well.

The distance, force, and angle at which each step lands become increasingly coordinated and balanced over time.

It's as if he was born to be good at running; he doesn't need any tutorials and can correct his shortcomings based solely on instinct.

Before long, he jogged to the playground.

Although it was early in the morning, there were already quite a few people on the playground.

There were men and women, and everyone looked energetic and full of vitality.

Ang Lee was jogging in place, subconsciously looking around and noticing that everyone's persona was very positive.

[Self-discipline] [Involution] [Diligence] [Ambitious] [Aesthetic appreciation] [Level 2 track and field athlete]

Perhaps there is no distinction between high and low, noble and lowly among people, but things of a kind come together, and people live in groups.

Just like it's hard to find good girls in bars and nightclubs, it's also hard to find lazy people on the playground at 7 a.m.... Lazy people are probably still asleep at that time.

After a brief inspection, Ang Lee entered the runway.

"Holy crap, is the runway this cool?"

Stepping onto the track, Ang Lee found that the whole feeling was different.

Plastic running tracks are fundamentally different from ordinary ground. They are exceptionally soft and elastic, with a solid feel underfoot and a strong grip, making them very comfortable to run on.

As Li An ran around the track a few times, the more he ran, the stranger he felt.

But he had no intention of stopping; he continued running.

He wasn't quite sure what the specific distance was for "hard training" in relation to "athletic genius," but basically, he just had to run.

"Hey bro, you're running pretty well, excuse me."

He ran like that for a while, when suddenly a man ran past him at high speed.

Since they were so polite, Ang Lee naturally had no objections.

The senior student who ran past quickly was very strong, and his steps were steady and powerful. After pulling away by more than 20 meters, he couldn't help but look back and felt very disappointed.

He initially thought Li An's running form was excellent and assumed he was a promising junior from Jiangda's morning running circle, so he initiated a challenge match to see his skill level. However, it turned out that Li An knew nothing about running.

Despite his disappointment, the senior student noticed that the matchmaking failed and the speed slowed down, eventually ending up in a tie.

"I've never seen you before, are you a freshman?"

People who like sports are usually very enthusiastic and cheerful, and this senior is no exception, he chimed in.

"Yes."

After running from the dormitory to the playground and then running three laps around it, Li An started to get a little out of breath.

"Junior, if you like running, you might consider getting a new pair of running shoes. Yeezys are trendy casual shoes, and they can easily injure your feet if you run too much."

After successfully striking up a conversation, the senior student who had been observing him for a while offered some advice.

"Change your shoes?" Li An was taken aback, looked down at his own shoes, then glanced at his, and then suddenly realized, "I knew it felt weird running like that, is that why?"

These words were like a wake-up call. No wonder he felt something was wrong while running but couldn't correct it; it turned out to be a problem with his shoes.

Even a sports prodigy can't immediately improve shortcomings in peripherals.

"Running is a simple sport, all you need is feet, but there are tricks to it. A good pair of shoes will make you run faster, more enjoyably, and more easily."

Seeing his reaction, the senior couldn't help but laugh.

"Thank you for the suggestion, senior. Do you have any style recommendations?"

Ang Lee glanced at the top of his head. His character was described as "self-disciplined." Judging from his appearance and demeanor, this senior seemed to be a good person.

"If you have a good budget, choose Li-Ning; if you don't, choose Warrior... Just pick the style that catches your eye."

Since it was their first meeting, the senior student didn't give a clear answer to his request, but instead suggested two signs for him to consider.

"My name is Li An. What's your name, senior?"

"Yang Guowei".

"What a powerful name."

"I can only say that my dad had a bit too high of expectations for me."

Upon hearing his statement, Yang Guowei burst into laughter.

His name is indeed very imposing; everyone who hears his full name always says that.