Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 142 They're all insane!

"Hello students. I am your physical training teacher. My surname is Tie, and my given name is Tie Jun."

He spoke, his voice loud and clear, full of energy, each word ringing out like the sound of hammering iron: "Iron of iron, army of army."

Shen Li mentally gave a huge thumbs up: Tie Jun? Teacher Tie?

The name, like the person himself, exudes a hardcore vibe of "training to the death if you can't train to death!"

Teacher Tie scanned the line, his gaze lingering on Jing Yang's fluorescent green bodysuit for a fraction of a second, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly.

He glanced again at Dai Xiao's glowing shoes; finally, his gaze swept over the few complimentary T-shirts from the Computer Science Department that were printed with "XX Technology," and his brow furrowed slightly.

Then he slowly opened his mouth, his voice not loud, but extremely penetrating, each word clearly piercing into the ear:

"Physical training is not embroidery. It's not for you to show off your physique or equipment."

Physical fitness is developed through training, not through clothing. Whether you study acting, directing, broadcasting, computer science, or philosophy, the physical fitness requirements are equally important for everyone.

I don't care which department you're from; once you've taken my class, you're my soldier. A soldier should act like a soldier!

His voice deepened further:

"Formation! Everyone, take your positions! Spread out in gymnastics formation, using the front of the line as a reference!"

Good heavens, this has caused quite a stir.

Students from various departments began to move haphazardly, bumping into each other and stepping on each other. Some ran to the left, some to the right, and some stood still, at a loss.

A few girls from the Broadcasting Department complained about the sun and wanted to move to the shade of a tree; a few guys from the Directing Department wearing sunglasses strolled around like they were taking a walk; a few nerdy guys from the Computer Science Department ran around unsteadily, one of them even lost his glasses and squatted on the ground groping for them for a long time.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! What are you dawdling for? Run!"

Teacher Tie suddenly roared, his voice like a thunderclap, and could be heard throughout the entire playground.

Everyone jumped in surprise, even the people playing football on the sidelines stopped and looked over.

The line was finally straightened up under Teacher Tie's scolding, and although it was crooked, it was finally spread out.

Shen Li stood in the second row on the left. Next to her was Jing Yang in his fluorescent green outfit, to her right was Dai Xiao in his glowing shoes, behind her was Yang Yi in his dark blue supermarket clothes, and in front of her was the calm-looking philosophy major with glasses.

This setup and formation looks like a "fancy costume expo".

"Starting today, the first item on the agenda for every class will be... a warm-up run!"

Teacher Tie pointed to the track, "Four laps for boys, two laps for girls! The sports committee member will lead the teams! Everyone, get running!"

Four laps?

Shen Li felt a surge of joy. It was only 1,600 meters.

Just kidding. Shen Li has been training under Fang Ying's tyranny for a while now, running at least five kilometers a day. Running 1,600 meters is a piece of cake for him.

But once the team started running, Shen Li realized she had been too optimistic. This wasn't a proper run at all; it was a massive "live broadcast of a car crash."

The sports committee member was a muscular guy from the physical education department. He ran in the lead and was incredibly fast.

The professional arm swings, rhythms, and strides created a stark contrast with the scattered, untrained art students behind them.

Jing Yang, with his overly thin and long legs, walked with exaggerated posture and stiff movements. He tripped over himself after running less than twenty meters with his hands and feet moving in unison.

A female film directing student running next to him covered her mouth and laughed. He glared at her, annoyed and embarrassed, and said, "What are you looking at! This is called 'avant-garde gait'!"

Then look at those beauties from the broadcasting department; when they run, it's practically a mobile fashion disaster.

The girl who was just touching up her loose powder was still clutching her Gucci fanny pack tightly. Every few steps she ran, she had to pull down the hem of her pleated skirt, which had accidentally rolled up. She was busy trying to protect her bag and her face at the same time.

The designer chunky sneakers on his feet were eye-catching, but clearly unsuitable for running; he was out of breath after just a few steps.

Another girl with a high ponytail was running when half of her false eyelashes suddenly fell off, hanging from the corner of her eye and fluttering like half a black curtain. She was so startled that she cried out "Ouch!" and covered her eyes.

Her companion was in an even worse situation; her hair had somehow gotten tangled in the cord of the wireless earphone hanging around her neck, and she was grimacing in pain as she ran to untangle it, looking utterly disheveled.

Shen Li ran behind them, her abs almost cramping from trying so hard to hold back her laughter. This wasn't running; it was a "battle to protect the broadcasting department's good looks!"

He quickened his pace, easily passing the group of disheveled girls, and casually tossed out, "Keep it up, ladies, this is only the first lap."

I felt incredibly proud and elated.

Damn it, I wasn't wrong to suffer at Fang Ying's hands. I finally have a chance to show off in front of others!

A few guys in sunglasses from the directing department were still leisurely "artistic jogging"... no, they called it "measuring the passage of time with their bodies".

There was a fat man in a black trench coat whose whole body was shaking when he ran, and his sunglasses were already tilted to one side.

I had barely run half a lap when I started walking, clutching my back. As I walked, I remarked to my roommate, "This track... is too long. It doesn't respect individual differences in physical ability."

His roommate, panting heavily, replied, "If you stayed up less all night editing videos, you wouldn't be in such a mess today."

The fat man retorted, "You don't understand! I call this experiencing life! When I make sports films in the future, these will be materials, inspiration for my creations!"

A tall, thin guy from the computer science department next to me pushed up his glasses, which were thicker than the bottom of a bottle, and said in a low voice:

"Based on your BMI and current heart rate, you'll probably cramp up around the third lap."

The fat man turned pale with fright.

The computer science guy continued his analysis:

"I only calculated it based on body fat percentage data and exercise endurance models. You don't exercise regularly. But a thick layer of fat has its advantages; it can act as a cushion if you fall."

The fat man was so angry that he almost challenged the other person to a duel on the spot, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength at all, so he could only pant heavily and continue walking while holding his waist.

When Shen Li ran her second lap, she discovered something even more bizarre on the track.

A male student majoring in directing (judging by appearances) wasn't running in a straight line; instead, he was running while holding his phone horizontally and filming, muttering to himself.

"The lighting...the composition...holy crap, that girl's ponytail in front of me, it swings with such rhythm..."

While filming, he ran forward and bumped into the female lead who had suddenly stopped to tie her shoelaces.

The two of them collided with a cry of "Ouch!" and their phones flew out and slid several meters away.

The girl with the ponytail picked up the phone, her ponytail practically standing on end in anger.

The director buddy got up, ignoring the pain, and first checked if the phone screen was cracked. After confirming it wasn't, he wasn't angry at all; instead, his eyes lit up.

"That collision felt so real! And that glare you gave me when you turned around—could it have been any fiercer? I need to reshoot that!"

Shen Li almost laughed herself silly.

Goodness, this guy, the one who filmed "desert despair" in the sandpit, and the two who filmed bras under the streetlights, probably weren't trained by the same mentor, right?

These guys from the directing department are all crazy.