Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1625 - 1622: In the Spotlight

"Alright, let’s compete. However, I have conditions," Lin Tian said casually.

"Conditions?" Zhao Weitao raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Are you asking me to go easy on you?"

"Zhao Weitao, don’t be arrogant, you’ll beg for mercy and embarrass yourself later." Lin Tian didn’t defend himself, but Xiao Manxuan couldn’t help speaking. She couldn’t stand others mocking Lin Tian.

Zhao Weitao laughed confidently, "You’ll soon know who the coward is and who the real man is."

Lin Tian ignored his taunts and went over to Zhuang Yuan, whispered a few words, after which Zhuang Yuan frowned. However, Zhuang Yuan quickly made a decision and turned to another instructor, said a few words, then that instructor hesitated for a moment before turning to leave.

No one knew what Lin Tian intended, but from the instructor’s expression, it seemed Lin Tian’s condition was quite challenging.

Everyone exchanged glances, even Zhao Weitao felt something was off, but since the harsh words were already spoken in front of so many people, there was no turning back.

Soon, the instructor came back with two bags, then dropped them with a thud. Everyone saw that the bags were heavy.

"These are items I used with Xiao Zhuang for physical training, lending them to you," the instructor said to Lin Tian.

Lin Tian thanked him, then opened the two large backpacks. The onlookers finally saw what was inside: a black vest, two leg weights, and two hand weights.

"Weighted vest?" Zhao Weitao frowned. As the sports committee member, he naturally recognized these things. However, these vests seemed larger than an ordinary weighted vest.

Zhuang Yuan glanced at the two, explaining, "This is a full set of weighted equipment for running: the weighted vest weighs twenty kilograms, a pair of leg weights is five kilograms, a pair of hand weights is five kilograms, totaling thirty kilograms, which is sixty pounds."

"Running with sixty pounds? That’s playing with death," the classmates exclaimed.

"The instructor is really amazing, training with this gear regularly."

"Would Lin Tian’s condition be to wear this set of equipment?"

With the introduction of sixty pounds of weighted gear, everyone discussed again, especially those who have tried weighted running and knew the feeling. After a substantial depletion of stamina, being crushed down feels like carrying a Taishan, almost suffocating.

"Lin Tian, Zhao Weitao, I remind you both that weighted running is very taxing on the human body, hindering blood circulation, muscles easily fatigue, and it causes considerable damage to bones and joints. After each training session, we must use special medicinal wine and massage techniques to clear the meridians; otherwise, it’s not body training but body destruction."

"I suggest if you two are uncertain, you can choose to only wear the leg weights, there’s no need to wear the entire gear," Lu Yuan said very earnestly, even with a warning tone.

Actually, Lu Yuan knew using it once or twice wouldn’t affect much, but he was worried others might follow, so he clarified the dangers.

Lin Tian didn’t waste words, picked up the leg weights and tied them to his shins, then the wrist weights, finally putting on the weighted vest as well. The classmates cheered, then all looked at Zhao Weitao.

"If you feel it’s too much, you can just use the leg weights, I don’t mind," Lin Tian smiled slightly, his gaze toward Zhao Weitao as if looking at a fool.

Indeed, Lin Tian was like looking at a fool. Originally, he didn’t want to compete with the fool, but the fool repeatedly provoked, especially when even members of Class One were insulted. If he didn’t humiliate him, how could he vent this anger?

These words put Zhao Weitao in a difficult position. He gritted his teeth and put on all the equipment, earning another round of cheers for his actions.

"Twenty kilometers, which translates to fifty laps of the track. Can they really finish?" Qiao Xiaoyi shook his head, having little faith in this competition.

"Impossible. With sixty pounds, they can’t even complete one-third of the distance," Mu Binglan said confidently.

"That’s right, now it’s about who can’t endure and will lose," He Xiaofei agreed with Mu Binglan.

Xiao Manxuan, however, smiled, very confidently said, "I don’t know about others, but Lin Tian will definitely finish."

Mu Binglan and He Xiaofei amusingly shook their heads, considering Xiao Manxuan’s words as blind adoration from a girl.

"This is the starting line, also the finish line. Twenty kilometers is twenty thousand meters, which is fifty laps of the track, but you don’t have to finish all fifty laps. Remember my words; whoever can’t endure will withdraw first, and the one who withdraws first loses. Understand?" Instructor Zhuang shouted.

"Understood..." they both replied simultaneously.

"Alright, three, two, one, start!" Instructor Zhuang immediately issued the starting command.

Lin Tian and Zhao Weitao almost shot out from the starting line at the same time. Almost, because Lin Tian restrained his speed, in front of ordinary people, if unleashed, it would scare them.

"Go, Zhao Weitao..."

"Go, Lin Tian..."

Their start ignited the emotions of the audience inside. People split into two camps, each cheering for their supporter.

In their view, the competition now was not just a personal competition; it had risen to class honor, even college honor.

So, the students from the College of Biology and the College of Medicine cheered the loudest and most enthusiastically, even more than during the annual school sports meet.

The school sports meet also has long-distance running competitions, but there are too many rules, short distances, not exciting enough. Compared to twenty kilometers, it’s much less. Just the slogan of a sixty-pound-weighted twenty-kilometer marathon sends adrenaline levels soaring; this is a true extreme challenge.

The freshmen’s cheers attracted the upperclassmen outside the playground, more and more people stopped to watch.

"Mr. Heichuan, what do you think of these two students?" Under a big tree, a young person asked the middle-aged person beside him.

The middle-aged man, dressed in loose clothing, had a mustache, eyes gleaming when closed. He glanced at the track in the distance and withdrew his gaze, "They have stamina, but the art of combat is not just about endurance; how to use strength is key. Therefore, this is where attention should be focused," he pointed to his head.

"What the heck are these freshmen up to? Such a big setup—are they trying to steal my spotlight?" a young man clinging to the fence outside the playground stared at the situation in the football field, looking handsome yet dressed in a light red floral shirt, terribly flashy for a man.

"Wen Bin, hurry, your dream goddess, Jinghua University’s first school beauty, is about to appear in the library. If you’re late, you’ll miss her," a companion urged the flashy guy.

"Damn, almost forgot this important matter, let’s go; my goddess is more crucial," the flashy guy turned and ran, faster than a rabbit.