The Most Random System

Playground.

Everyone in Class Four was jogging on the outermost track, while someone was running alone in an area even outside of the outer track, where there wasn’t even a proper path beneath his feet.

"Sometimes, I feel bad for the right hand. Everyone naturally runs clockwise, so whether you’re running on the inner circle or outer circle, compared to the left hand, the right hand is always on the outside. A lap is four hundred meters, and it always has to run a few extra meters compared to the left. Over a lifetime, that’s thousands or even tens of thousands of meters. It’s just so unfair.

Plus, most guys are right-handed and use their right hand to show off, and it’s tired every night.

Right hand, so pitiful.

Poor me, mousey too."

Bai Bufan, who was isolating all of Class Four alone and unwilling to disclose his name, said sullenly.

Tsk.

Bai Bufan’s empathy is still too strong.

The last time I saw such powerful empathy was in a drama about the Guomin Party being completely infiltrated.

"Ha."

Lin Li responded with a You Jun-style sneer.

"Damn it, power really is a thing that coexists with corruption..."

Amidst Bai Bufan’s complaints, everyone ran to the equipment corner.

You Jun, who took a shortcut, was already there.

Soon, Wang Ze and Xie Wenjing arrived with several mats for sit-ups.

To save time, You Jun actually let Xie Wenjing start testing with the girls and have her record the scores, while he took care of the boys in the pull-up challenge.

I’m furious, why trust Xie Wenjing to be both the examinee and the examiner for the girls and not let Wang Ze supervise the boys?

Clearly, Wang Ze is more of a bootlicker during PE class, does more hard work, yet still not trusted with the boys; this is absolute gender discrimination.

Suggest renaming insulin to ’Uncle Comfort’ to appease the public.

"So, is anyone going first? If not, we’ll go by student ID order."

"Remember, grip the bar with both hands, shoulder-width or a bit wider. Hang with straight arms, still body, pull yourself up until your chin goes over the top edge of the bar, then back to hanging with straight arms to complete one. During the movement, the body shouldn’t swing noticeably."

You Jun ignored the boys’ resentful gaze, tapped the attendance register, and asked.

Bai Bufan forcefully slapped Lin Li’s hand with his back and then stood out voluntarily.

Then he retreated under You Jun’s gaze, whispering some insults about Lin Li’s family spectrum.

"Teacher, how many for a full score?" Lin Li asked casually as he stepped forward.

"15."

"So cheap?" Lin Li stood under the highest bar, looking surprised, stretching his limbs as he spoke:

"Teacher, I’m treating Bai Bufan and Zhou Baowei; I’ll do 45, and later, you can mark us three full scores, alright?"

You Jun: "(;☉_☉)?"

Is this even human speech? Can you actually cover for someone like that?

Bai Bufan, Zhou Baowei: "(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧!"

That’s the most wonderful human speech! You can definitely cover for someone like this!

"Let’s see you do 45 first." You Jun’s lips twitched slightly.

Bear in mind, the world record for pull-ups in one minute is only seventy-four, and for the women’s group, it’s just forty-four.

Of course, the physical exam isn’t time-limited; hanging there to regain strength is allowed. But people who regularly do pull-ups know it’s unrealistic to do one, rest, and then do another.

Most people, just hanging there, exhaust everything.

Bai Bufan: "Lin Li, remember the first fifteen count as covering for me, yours can go slightly later."

Lin Li: "O.o?"

To say something like that, no matter what Bai Bufan treats, it won’t work for his family.

Lin Li rubbed his hands together, jumped up, grabbed the bar, didn’t swing for momentum, but first hung straight down, flashed a Dragon King smile, then started pulling up.

"One, two, quite standard, three, you guys follow Lin Li’s example later, very straight extension, very high lift, six..."

You Jun nodded, using Lin Li as a case study.

"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, impressive, huh, a lot of exercise normally, seventeen..."

"Twenty-one, twenty-two, you’re at twenty-three? Twenty-four..."

You Jun’s gaze slowly turned to surprise.

"Damn? Really treating?"

"Seriously, is Lin Li using creative mode and has an air wall underneath?"

As Lin Li had already reached the full score standard but continued, entering double digits in the twenties, each boy watching would murmur the numbers, adding a few ’damn’ and sentiments.

The girls nearby were drawn to the spectacle.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three..."

Starting with thirty now, Lin Li finally showed a bit of fatigue. After each pull-up, he took a few milliseconds to exhale and inhale before starting the next.

Of course, it was an act.

In reality, Lin Li felt no market forces; he could easily do another thirty in the next thirty seconds, but showing off in moderation is more fitting.

"Damn! Thirty-eight! Thirty-nine!"

Lin Li ’fatigued,’ gasping heavily.

You Jun chuckled: "Six more to go, Lin Li, can you do it?"

The commentator Bai Bufan also got a bit nervous: "Don’t give up, Lin Li, if you stop now, Bao Wei and I are full marks, but you only get nine; Bao Wei would feel guilty!"

Zhou Baowei: "O.o?"

Whether I feel guilty or not isn’t the point? Bufan, what about you?

Watching, Chen Yu Ying cupped her hands megaphone-style, cheering with a smile: "Lin Li~ go for it~"