Chapter 49 Zhu Zhuqing's Inferiority Complex
"Cousin!!!"
Just as Ning Rongrong was lying on Ye Liuyun's back, feeling that rare moment of peace, and was about to say something...
A pink figure, accompanied by a gust of wind, roared after them.
Xiao Wu, carrying the bamboo basket full of stones, showed no signs of fatigue; instead, she resembled an angry little female rabbit.
In a few steps, she darted to Ye Liuyun's side, her long scorpion braids slapping loudly as she ran.
"You're being unfair! You're being unfair!"
As Xiao Wu ran, she glared angrily at Ye Liuyun, then gave Ning Rongrong, who was clinging to his back, a vicious look:
"Why do you carry her but not me?!"
"I'm your cousin! Your real cousin!"
"How could you forget your old love just because you have a new one! That's so unfair!"
Ning Rongrong's ears were ringing from that shout, and the words that were about to come out were instantly swallowed back.
Ye Liuyun was speechless, silently complaining in his heart:
What cousin?
You are a 100,000-year-old rogue rabbit, and I am an 800,000-year-old Blue Silver Grass. We are different species, so what kind of cousins are we?
You only acknowledged this relationship to cover your tracks, and you've really taken it all in?
But he couldn't say that, so he could only sigh helplessly, his face darkening.
"Shut up."
Xiao Wu obediently shut up; Ning Rongrong also dared not speak, fearing she would be scolded.
The world became quiet instantly.
...
Finally.
The 20-lap "hellish marathon" was over.
When the last lap was completed, the Shrek team members were in completely different states.
Ye Liuyun acted as if nothing had happened, putting Ning Rongrong down and remaining calm.
Ning Rongrong felt a little embarrassed and blushed as she hid to the side.
Xiao Wu, relying on the powerful physique of a soul beast, ran the entire distance carrying the stone, only panting heavily, and was glaring at Ning Rongrong.
And Tang San...
Thump!
A muffled thud.
The "good captain" who was carrying the weight of four people fell to his knees the moment he crossed the finish line, and collapsed face down into the dust.
His clothes were soaked through, and his chest heaved violently as he breathed heavily.
Even if the Mysterious Heaven Art was ever-renewing, even if it was the physique honed through years of blacksmithing.
Carrying the weight of four people on his back completely drained him of his last bit of strength.
"Little San!"
Yu Xiaogang, who had been waiting at the finish line, was filled with heartache when he saw his beloved student in this state.
He rushed over, helped Tang San up, and while helping him catch his breath, quickly checked his physical condition.
No.
They couldn't practice anymore.
Yu Xiaogang's original plan was to have Tang San complete the laps in the morning and then conduct a "trust training" exercise in the afternoon, allowing Tang San to continue to demonstrate his leadership and overall perspective.
But seeing that Tang San's physical strength had reached its limit, he hesitated.
This was his only hope of proving the correctness of his theory.
If he ruined his training or developed some kind of chronic illness, then his life was truly over.
"Teacher..."
Tang San struggled to stand up, his eyes still resolute.
"What... what's next in the training? I... can I still keep going..."
Seeing his sensible and hardworking disciple, Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened, and his resolve to pursue his dream deepened.
Rules?
Plans?
Compared to his precious disciple's body, all of that was utter nonsense!
Yu Xiaogang stood up, his back to the crowd, striving to maintain his usual seriousness and rigidity, and announced loudly:
"The morning training session is over."
"Given that you have all reached your physical limits, in order to avoid physical damage and affecting your future cultivation..."
"Afternoon and evening training sessions are cancelled!"
"Have a good rest."
Upon hearing this, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were almost moved to tears, while Zhu Zhuqing remained silently by their side.
Night fell.
A cool evening breeze swept through the outskirts of Soto.
After an afternoon of rest, Shrek Academy returned to tranquility.
Tang San had already fallen asleep and was recovering his strength under Yu Xiaogang's careful care, while the others were also resting in the dormitory.
Ye Liuyun continued to cultivate his right arm soul bone in his dormitory.
He stopped training when his soul power was exhausted and he was mentally fatigued, knowing that further cultivation would only deplete his life force.
Ye Liuyun stretched and walked out of the dormitory, feeling the cool evening breeze on his face.
With a blue silver grass dangling from his mouth, he aimlessly walked to the edge of the playground, intending to take a walk and stretch his muscles.
However, when his gaze swept across the playground, he stopped in his tracks.
Under the dim moonlight, a dark figure was running mechanically across the playground.
That was Zhu Zhuqing.
At this moment, she was no longer the aloof and impeccably groomed woman she usually was.
The black bodysuit was completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her breathtaking curves.
Her steps were unsteady, each step feeling like she was dragging a heavy burden.
Her breathing was rapid and erratic, like a broken bellows.
Those usually clear and cold eyes were now unfocused and bloodshot, held on only by a stubborn refusal to give up.
Ye Liuyun frowned.
He could tell that Zhu Zhuqing's body had reached its limit.
Clatter.
Zhu Zhuqing finally reached her limit. Her legs gave way, and she lost her balance, falling straight down onto the hard ground.
Just as her face was about to make intimate contact with the ground.
One hand firmly grasped her arm.
There was no gentle embrace, just a sudden, skillful pull that lifted her up and made her find a place to lean against.
"That's enough, running any more will hurt your body."
Ye Liuyun's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.
Zhu Zhuqing gasped for breath, and it took her a long time to catch her breath.
When she realized that the person supporting her was Ye Liuyun, her previously unfocused pupils suddenly contracted, followed by a surge of intense rejection and disgust.
She abruptly shook off Ye Liuyun's hand, swaying as she tried to straighten up, her voice hoarse and cold:
"Don't touch me..."
"It's none of your business."
Ye Liuyun raised an eyebrow, looking at the stubborn wildcat:
"I kindly helped you out, and it turned into an enemy?"
"Kindness?"
Zhu Zhuqing leaned against the tree, a desolate and mocking smile playing on her lips.
She looked at Ye Liuyun, at this exceptionally talented young man who, even after just waking up, exuded a lazy air, and her eyes were filled with jealousy and resentment that almost overflowed:
"How could a genius like you possibly understand my pain?"
"You can cultivate higher soul power in a shorter time and defeat Dai Mubai with combat power that is beyond your level."
"In your eyes, am I just a fool struggling desperately for a few levels of soul power?"
As Zhu Zhuqing spoke, her voice lowered, finally turning into a helpless sigh. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him again.
"Get out of here."
"Our world is different."
"You, a prodigy, will never understand that some people, if they don't want to die, have no choice but to push themselves to the brink of death."
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