Chapter 697 Reality Dream

On the martial arts field.

Jiang Chen was still running hard on the gravel track.

He has completed two laps.

Because he was carrying two stone locks weighing a hundred kilograms, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Jiang Chen, there is one last lap left. You only have two minutes left. If you can't finish it, we will add three more laps!"

Not far away, the muscular Miller said coldly.

"The second lap only took three minutes. Now my whole body is sore and painful, and my physical strength is seriously exhausted. Can I finish the last lap in two minutes?"

Jiang Chen wanted to give up. His arms were trembling now, and his arms holding the stone locks were so painful that they were a little numb.

He felt that if he continued, his hands would become useless.

Just when he slowed down and was about to drop the stone lock in his hand.

Miller's voice sounded again: "The midterm exam will be in three days. If you fail to complete the penalty run, I will directly disqualify you from the exam and let you pack up and go home!"

Although he didn't know what the mid-term test was, Jiang Chen felt inexplicably unwilling after hearing that he was disqualified from the test and packed up and went home.

He didn't know why he was here, or what the significance of being here was, but there was a strong voice in his heart telling him that he could not be kicked out of the academy.

It seems that if you leave the academy, you will lose something.

He didn't even know why he felt this way.

"I can't leave!"

Immediately, Jiang Chen's face turned ferocious, and his eyes were particularly determined.

He gritted his teeth, held the stone lock tightly with both hands, and let out a muffled roar in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, his heavy legs suddenly exerted force, and his exhausted body ran forward again.

My arms ached, my legs and feet ached, and my head felt swollen.

This is how Jiang Chen feels now.

But he clearly knew that at this speed, he could not complete the penalty run, and when the time came, he would be unable to complete the penalty run if he added three penalty laps.

"Faster, faster!"

Jiang Chen ran as hard as he could, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he kept urging himself to speed up and speed up...

At this moment, his swollen head suddenly felt relieved, and his exhausted arms, legs and feet magically regained strength.

His speed suddenly increased a lot, and he even felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.

This is the pleasure of going beyond the limit.

Just like that, Jiang Chen completed the last lap.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the stone lock in Jiang Chen's hand fell to the ground, and he fell down at the same time.

Jiang Chen was lying on the ground in a big shape, breathing heavily, his chest with well-defined muscles rising and falling violently.

After he breathed greedily for about ten seconds.

Miller suddenly came over and said with an indifferent expression: "You are two seconds late, and you will be penalized three times!"

"What?"

Jiang Chen's eyes widened and he stared at Miller in a somewhat unbearable manner.

He suspected that the other party was deliberately trying to embarrass him.

"Do you have any opinion?"

Miller then said: "It's useless to have any objections. I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't move, you will continue to be punished!"

"I run!"

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, he immediately got up from the ground, lifted the two stone locks again, and continued to run forward with all his strength.

"Perseverance is good, but it's a pity that my foundation and talent are not that good. Even if I barely pass the test, it is just a waste of resources."

Miller looked at Jiang Chen's back and shook his head slightly.

…

On the gravel track, Jiang Chen was still running selflessly, one lap, two laps...

Just as he dragged his exhausted body and started running for the third lap, a blond boy about fourteen or fifteen years old came over from the west area of the martial arts arena.

"Stop running, we have to do magic training."

The blond boy stopped Jiang Chen.

"What does magic training have to do with me?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but be stunned.

"From now on, the entire martial arts field will be used by our magic department students. Do you understand?"

The blond boy crossed his arms on his chest and said proudly.

"It's not that I won't use it for you, but I'm still taking penalty runs, so..."

Jiang Chen hasn't finished speaking yet.

The blond boy said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly and wanted to say something else.

At this time, a man in brocade robes with a staff and a straight figure came over: "This student, please return to the team. Next, we have to conduct magic training. You may be accidentally injured if you stay on the track."

Jiang Chen had just met this man. He was the magic teacher of the students in the west.

"Teacher, I'm taking a penalty run. If I don't complete it, Teacher Miller will be disqualified from the midterm test."

Jiang Chen explained carefully.

"It's okay, just say I let you return to the team."

The man in brocade robes waved his hand indifferently.

"Fine."

Jiang Chen put down the stone lock, turned around and walked towards the formation of warrior students in the east area.

As soon as he walked over, Miller, who was in front of the square team, looked over seriously: "Jiang Chen, you came back before you finished running. It seems you don't want to take the mid-term test!"

"I asked him to return to the team."

Before Jiang Chen could speak, the man in brocade robes holding a staff strode over and said, "Miller, it's time for magic training. Let the warrior department students rest."

"Yi Feng, there are three days until the midterm exam. Let us warrior department students practice more."

Miller spoke.

"The usage time of the martial arts arena has been decided a long time ago. Miller, it's time for you to leave."

The man in brocade robes named Yi Feng said calmly.

"Can't we discuss this? The time that your magic department has occupied the venue is really too long." Miller said.

"I'll give you one minute, leave immediately!"

Yi Feng's tone was obviously a little colder.

"You!"

A trace of anger flashed across Miller's face, but after seeing the staff in the other party's hand, a strong fear appeared in his eyes.

Then, he nodded helplessly: "I know."

"Return to the team."

Miller glanced at Jiang Chen, and then said loudly to the teenagers in the square team: "The midterm exam is about to start. Only those who pass the exam can continue to stay in the Imperial Academy and get further training. You have to work hard these two days. Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

The teenagers shouted in unison.

"Disband!"

Miller waved his hand.

The square team then dispersed.

Jiang Chen stood there in a daze, he didn't know where to go.

Then, his eyes darkened and he felt dizzy in his mind.

…

“Jiang Chen, get up quickly. Today is the midterm test. Don’t be late!”

A shout came from his ear.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed in a room.

There was a brown-haired boy with freckles on his face beside the bed, staring at him.