The Global Human Body: Starting with Tom the Swordsman

Height: 179cm

Weight: XNUM X kg

Vitality: 13

Points: 930]

Seeing that he has surpassed 10 points, which is the peak vitality mark of ordinary human beings, Bai Wu couldn't help but smile.

This means that he has officially taken his own first step toward transcendence, without relying on cards!

Looking at the time, it was almost time for him to go to school, so he went downstairs to clean up and left for school.

As soon as he entered the gate of the campus, Bai Wu felt that many eyes were focused on him, especially when someone said: "This is Bai Wu." After this sentence, more people watched.

Dahei, who was lying at the door, glanced at Baiwu, raised his chin and said hello, which felt like a greeting: "Here comes Tiezi."

I continued to lower my head and gnaw on its big meaty bones.

This is because the school specially asked the cafeteria to provide Dahei with extra meals for three days in view of his heroic performance yesterday.

It's a pity that Dahei has no one to share with Dagu, and Xiaohua has already reported to the underworld at Baiwuquan yesterday.

But Dahei is not sad, he knows who raised him and gave him a place to live.

Xiaohua has hurt the students, so she should accept the punishment it deserves.

Even if Xiaohua is not dead, it will not be a dog licker anymore.

As a dignified male dog, you have to be so tough.

"...Class 511 of the third year of high school, student Bai Wu, acted bravely and protected the lives of the students alone...A reward of 1 yuan in cash, the students applauded!"

At the school-wide meeting of the big exercise between classes, the principal personally awarded Bai Wu a bonus of 1 yuan.

You know, this guards not only the safety of the students, but also the safety of the hats on their heads.

Originally, it was a reward of 1000 yuan to settle the matter, but he directly decided to increase it to [-] yuan.

After the broadcast of the whole school meeting, Bai Wu was completely famous in Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School.

He bought a lot of snacks for more than 200 yuan in the school's small store, and brought them to the classroom to give all of them to his classmates. He received a lot of cheers, and the popularity of the class directly reached the peak in history.

"Dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and a teacher asked outside, "Is Bai Wu in the classroom?"

Bai Wu looked up and saw that it was the coach Huang Wei who wanted to drag him to practice sports.

Obviously, the teacher hasn't given up yet.

After hesitating for a while, he decided to get up and go out to meet him.

Not because of his identity as a teacher, but because he was the only teacher who followed after he ran down the stands yesterday, although he didn't help much in the end.

"Mr. Huang."

When the two came to a secluded corner, Huang Wei had hesitation on his face.

He is very clear that the student in front of him does not want to enter the sports industry, and he is not willing to let a child who has no contact training enter this industry rashly, but when he saw the school honor showroom, the last honor in the sports field was three years old. When he won the bronze medal in the high jump at the previous city games, he couldn't care less about it.

You must know that ten years ago, Yangcheng No. [-] Middle School basically received golden honors every year.

He considered for a moment and said:

"Student Baiwu, I know you don't really want to engage in sports, but please believe me, you are really talented. In my eyes, you just need a little training, training your running posture and running movements, and your [-]-meter score will be fine." There will definitely be a big improvement, and I will even be able to win a medal in the city games in the near future."

"I can guarantee that as long as you practice with me for a week, there will definitely be a place for you in the city games after that week."

At the end, his tone actually contained some pleading.

Dare to make such a promise, he is also under a lot of pressure, but he believes in his vision and the talent of Bai Wu in front of him, he does not want his coaching career to end with regrets at the end of the year.

[Ding, event mission: It is my duty to recast the glory of our school's sports. 】

The system prompt pops up suddenly.

[Description of the event: The honor room of No. 1 Middle School has been dusty and dusty for too long, and golden honor is needed to wash away the dust, and won the No.[-] in the three sports of the Municipal Games

Task reward: Points +100, interest rate]

Bai Wu didn't expect that this would actually trigger the event mission, and the reward would be the necessary skill of Lao Liuyin: Breath Containment Technique.

I don't know how many novel villains have overturned the old sixth protagonist's breath-holding technique. Once the breath-holding technique is turned off, the output directly rides on the face, providing the protagonist with a perfect opportunity to slap the face.

For him, he just needed the Breath Containment Technique to help him cover up his growing vitality and be an ordinary student.

After thinking for a while, he asked:

"Coach Huang, can I directly participate in the city games without training?"

With his current vitality, the difficulty of this task is almost non-existent. Participating in the sports meeting is a bully.

Chapter 28 Hou Liang: If the cultural students can't win, then it's better to move bricks

Huang Wei was very pleased with Bai Wu's loosening command, but this request made him very embarrassed.

Because no matter how talented Bai Wu is, it is impossible to beat those sports students without training.

After thinking about it for a while, he made a request: "If you can beat my gym students in the [-]-meter event, then I will leave you alone."

He knew that Bai Wu's stamina was very good, and the sports students under him might not be able to run and win.

But judging from the burst speed of the [-]-meter race that Bai Wu ran to the cafeteria that day, there was still a gap between him and his students who specially practiced the [-]-meter race.

He also wanted to make Bai Wu realize the reality. It is not enough to have talent in sports, one has to train hard.

"Okay."

Bai Wu readily agreed.

"Okay, let's put it this way, I will organize you to run after class at noon, and treat you to a meal after the run."

There was a smile on Huang Wei's face, and he was already planning the next week's training plan for Bai Wu in his mind.

As for Bai Wu's ability to win?

nonexistent.

A sprinter who has been trained for three years can't beat a canteen racing cook, you think he is a vegetarian as a coach.

Boy, just accept the exclusive training from this coach honestly.

......

"Sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together, and the autumn waters share the same color of the sky... Guanshan is difficult to cross, whoever is sad for those who have lost their way will meet by chance, and they are all guests from other lands..."

In the classroom, Bai Wu shook his head and recited "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng", which was already the sixth ancient prose he had recited in a morning.

Although the task is only to recite ten ancient poems, it is impossible for him to make up the number with poems like "Moonlight in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground".

Reciting some classics can not only complete this task, but also improve your language accumulation, so why not do it.

Not to mention, he recited these ancient prose, and he could really feel the artistic conception and the romance unique to the text.

"Jingle Bell......"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, remembering the agreement with Huang Wei, Bai Wu walked towards the track and field.

"Later, I will arrange for you to run a group of 100 meters, and I will add a cultural student to join in. Let me see if any of you dare to lose the chain, even the cultural students will not be able to run, and I will be ashamed for you."

In a corner of the track and field, Huang Wei was lecturing with a dark face.

Hou Liang and other sports students practicing sprinting all puffed up their chests and responded confidently:

"Don't worry, old Huang, even the cultural students can't run away, so I'll just move bricks and do sports."

"That's right, Brother Wei, don't worry, let's see if we can directly kill that cultural student."

"Hey, whoever is overrated by a cultural student can wash our socks for a week."

Everyone's chests slapped loudly.

Seeing this, Huang Wei smiled with satisfaction.

He did this on purpose to put some pressure on these brats to perform at a better level, so that Bai Wu could fully realize the gap between professionally trained sports students and ordinary people.

"Okay, you are divided into two groups, one group runs with cultural students, and the other group runs alone."

As he spoke, he called out a few names, "Hou Liang, Li Liang, Su Zhangkai, Zhang Bingtian...you guys, I'll run with that cultural student later."

Many sports students took a breath.

This brother Wei has some grudges with that cultural student, so he invited some of the strongest sprinters of their track and field team to run with him.

Thinking of the cruel scene later, they had already begun to sympathize with this cultural student in advance.

"Mr. Huang, I'm here."

Looking at the people of the track and field team gathered together, Bai Wu said hello and walked forward.

"Damn it, Brother Wu!"

Everyone in the track and field team looked at the person coming and couldn't help shouting.

The super macho man who killed all directions on the football field yesterday left a deep impression on them.

The unparalleled strength of that punch kept them discussing the bedtime chat meeting after the lights were turned off at night.

You know, all the things that can be discussed in the dormitory chat meeting before going to bed are heavyweight affairs.

"That's right, the cultural student you guys are going to run with later is classmate Bai Wu." Huang Wei introduced. "If you lose, don't think about sleeping peacefully in the days to come. I will train you to death."

"Brother Wu, I'm sorry, Brother Wei gave the order to die, don't hit us after running." Li Liang said with a laugh.

"That's right, brother Wu will show mercy later." Hou Liang also said with a relaxed expression.

Although he lost to Bai Wu in the long-distance running yesterday, it didn't mean anything for the short-distance running.

There is no pressure for them to beat Bai Wu, who has no knowledge of sprinting.

"Okay, you guys have to let me order later."

Bai Wu nodded, looking calm.

A group of people came to the starting point of the [-]-meter track. In order to bring Baiwu the ultimate experience of being surpassed by both left and right, Huang Wei directly arranged him on the fourth track.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Huang Wei raised the command flag, Hou Liang and the others looked serious, stepped on the starting block, and assumed the most formal squatting starting posture.

Huang Wei said it so seriously, they naturally had to show their full strength.

Bai Wu used the standing start to stand among them alone, which seemed a little out of place. He knew very well that if he hadn't specially practiced the squat start, he might make a big mistake by using it rashly.

The sports students next to them all grinned and watched this scene.

"run!"

Before the words were finished, a figure suddenly popped up from the starting line.

After about 0.1 seconds passed, the figures quickly rushed out of the starting line.

"What a fast response time!"

Huang Wei and the onlookers stared wide-eyed. After long-term training, they naturally knew that this was not a false start, but pure reaction speed that crushed the others.

And this person is Bai Wu.

"It's okay, it's just a quick reaction. After a gap of two or three meters, Cheng Houliang and Li Liang and the others caught up." '

Just as the idea came to their minds, they suddenly found out, why does it feel that the distance between Bai Wu and the people behind has not only not shortened, but has a faint tendency to widen?

Hou Liang and the others can't beat the white mist?

On the track, Hou Liang clenched his teeth and strode forward with all his strength, with a mask of pain directly on his face, looking like a madman.

This is one of his acceleration methods, and he can often achieve good acceleration results, overtaking his opponent at the last moment.

He fixed his eyes on the white mist running two or three meters away in front of him, and thought to himself: It's just that his quick reaction had the advantage in the first half of the race, and he was directly blown away in the second half.

And the player next to him had the same idea.

Only slowly, he realized that something was wrong.

Why can't it be pulled into the distance of two or three meters?