The Limit of Life (Part 1)

Zhan Xinghua suddenly strode over to Zhan Xiage and kicked her to the ground. "I want you to run with a sandbag, not crawl like a snail with it!" Did you understand?! ”
Everyone stared blankly at Zhan Xiaoge, who was caught off guard and threw himself hard onto the hard ground. But his eyes lit up, and he quickly jumped up, shouting with all his might, "Understood!" ”
"Then run as hard as you can, shout with all your might, give me all your strength, find a way to surprise me, find a way to make me see you in a new light!"
"Yes!"
For some reason, at this moment, Zhanxiage suddenly recalled that pitch-black morning, when the north wind in the sky was like knives and snow like arrows, remembered the ginseng royal jelly he drank every day, and remembered his father's stern yet encourageing gaze!
Amazing his father, making him see him in a new light—wasn't this his greatest hope and motivation over the past decade or so?!
Zhanxiage suddenly threw the fifty-jin sandbag onto his shoulder. At the same time, a wild roar echoed in his heart: "Fight!" ”
Fight!
That single word was like a burning steel ingot, echoing repeatedly in Zhan Xia Ge's chest, instantly turning all the alcohol in his blood into boiling flames! He was like a Spanish bull on a dose of stimulants, wildly circling around the field.
One lap, two laps, three laps......
Feeling his father's gaze on him, Zhanxiage tasted hope, encouragement, a faint anxiety, and a proud passion within it!
Zhanxiage suddenly realized that the connection between him and his father had returned! Twelve years passed, and he lost his father's strictest love for twelve years. Just when he thought he would never regain this feeling, his father suddenly appeared by his side and returned that feeling to him!
The reason is unknown to the war hero song!
He didn't want to know either!
The enthusiasm, the grievances, the confusion, and the unwillingness that had built up inside all transformed into streams of heat. With each powerful beat of Zhan Xiagoge's heart, a large amount of fresh blood and oxygen and his most intense fighting spirit were continuously delivered throughout his body.
Watching Zhan Xiaoge running on the playground, a man quietly standing behind Zhan Xinghua said calmly, "His fighting spirit is pretty good, and he knows how to keep his running speed at the center of physical recovery and exhaustion. But judging by his condition, he can only last at most twenty laps." Moreover...... He was really a bit too old! ”
Zhan Xinghua said nothing, only smiled proudly. Two figures suddenly darted past them. Ouyang Zhuo was carrying an old tree root, and Feng Zhicheng had just picked up a desk he had just borrowed from the reception room, and together they rushed onto the track on the track. They caught up with Zhanxiage, who had already lapped twelve laps and was clearly slowing down, shielding him from behind, forming the golden triangle they most often used when fighting with fewer troops, and together they ran forward with all their might.
"Boss, a bastard just said you can only run twenty laps at most!" Ouyang Zhuo shouted loudly, "Don't look back. Doing so will drain your strength, but remember, behind you is your most trusted brother!" You're our boss, the brother I respect and admire most. If you don't want me to look down on you, if you don't want me, your little brother to surpass you, then run for me! ”
Hearing Ouyang Zhuo's words, Zhanxiage burst out laughing, shouting hoarsely, "Good!" ”
Looking at Zhanxia Ge, who suddenly seemed to be being injected with a stimulant, then at Ouyang Zhuo and Feng Zhicheng, who closely followed behind him, proving the men's vow of unwavering loyalty through their actions, and feeling their sincere friendship without a trace of hypocriticism or impurity, the man standing behind Zhan Xinghua was silent for a moment before saying, "Twenty-two laps!" ”
The school's playground is 200 meters per circle, so thirty laps are a full 6,000 meters! Normally, even if a person runs six thousand meters straight, they'd have to exhaust all their energy, let alone carry a fifty-jin sandbag. Now Zhanxiage no longer knew how many laps he had run. At every fixed spot, Feng Zhicheng would loudly announce the number of laps he had finished.
"Eighteen laps!" Come on, big brother, you can do it! ”
Zhan Xiagege looked at the ever-changing track beneath his feet and let out a weak, bitter smile in his heart: "So I only ran eighteen laps!" ”
Zhanxiage had to lift his head, because sweat had already seeped into his eyes. He was drenched in sweat, and a thin stream of water dripped down wherever he had run. Even from dozens of meters away, you could hear his heavy breathing. Zhan Xiaoge had to blink desperately to ease the pain seeped through his sweaty eyes. Waves of tearing pain came through his lungs, and his lungs kept wailing at him: Stop! Stop! Stop, or you'll die!!
The foot beneath Zhanxiage felt as soft as stepping on cotton, and every time he tried to pull his foot out, he had to exert considerable strength. And the sandbag on his shoulder grew heavier and heavier, pressing down on Zhan Xiaoge so much he wanted to bend the man's bent back, and so much so that he could just throw himself to the ground, never having to get up again to carry out an order that seemed out of reach!
"Big brother, do you still remember your dream? You want to become an outstanding businessman, you want to earn wealth as rich as a nation. I know you've already set your future path for yourself. Under my blanket are erotic novels and Category III comics, but boss, what's placed by your bedside are 'Marketing,' 'Business Administration,' 'Business Negotiation,' and 'Behavioral Psychology.' While my classmates, including Ouyang Zhuo and I, were all talking about girlfriends, you had already started setting up stalls in the night market while studying hard under the gas lamp. You have been preparing for two years, and you have already started running for your dreams! But let me tell you, although you can succeed, you don't like doing business, and you don't like rolling around in the mall! ”
Feng Zhicheng shouted, "You've only chosen a path that will bring you success quickly. You just hope to be at the forefront of the times and achieve results that will make your father look at you in a new light!" You possess the most bold passion like fire, and deep in your blood is a dominance I can look up to. You were born to be a strong person who tackles tough challenges and overcomes strength with strength! You possess a chivalrous spirit that has long disappeared from society. As your brother, I really don't want you to enter the business world. I don't want to see you slowly learn the mercenary and ruthlessness of businessmen! ”
"But now, your father is standing right beside you, watching you! My big brother, run as hard as you can, use all your strength, turn your heroic spirit into your strength, and run with all your might! Conquer your enemies, conquer these thirty laps! Now you don't need to enter the business world, you don't need to do things you actually don't like. Give it your all as a man and run! Some say you can only run twenty laps. Yes, I think you're almost done for, about to collapse. Under normal circumstances, you really can only run twenty laps, but...... You're our big brother after all! You are the wittiest and most miraculous warrior song, leaving everyone stunned!! ”
Ouyang Zhuo and Feng Zhicheng shouted in unison, "Big brother, keep running!" ”
His lungs were pounding as if they were about to burst, his eyes were so stinged by sweat that he couldn't open them, every cell in his body wailed, and his spine began to weep helplessly. But Zhanxiage suddenly burst into wild laughter. How interested he was in fighting chivalry songs, to have such a friend? How excited he was to fight heroic songs, to have such a brother?!
A surge of defiance, unyielding, and unwavering passion suddenly surged from within Zhanxia Ge. He shook his head hard, and hot tears and tears splattered everywhere.
Suddenly, three boys running forward in a triangular formation shouted loudly together. The school's dean rubbed his eyes desperately because he saw a fierce killing intent emanating from them, as only a massive army charges in a massive charge!
"He has two good brothers, or rather, comrades he can trust in the other party's back on the battlefield......" The man standing behind Zhan Xinghua finally heard a hint of surprise in his voice: "Twenty-six laps!" ”