MM Racing Chapter 23: Aspiring to be at the Top
Chapter 23: Aspiring to be at the Top
The heavy darkness permeated the entire town hospital, the chirping of insects rose and fell in the bushes, and the surroundings were so quiet that it felt heavy.
The armed personnel stationed here all had somber expressions and remained silent.
In front of him, the squad leader paced back and forth, his face ashen.
Not only did the experimental subjects die inexplicably time and time again,
This time, even a high-level vampire that we finally managed to capture died suddenly and for no apparent reason!
All these things were simply humiliating to the very core of their elite force.
What's most infuriating is that they haven't found a single clue yet.
"Shit! I don't care what methods you use, I want to see who's got the guts to go against us!"
"Captain, it's not that we didn't notice..."
In the team, a young member hesitated before raising his hand.
"Your so-called discovery is just a dark shadow that can't even be identified as a species? Oh, shit, shit! Andrei, go eat dog shit!"
The squad leader was immediately furious.
Because the entire squad had become virtually ineffective, he had already received criticism from his superiors and was seething with anger.
"Captain, there's no need to be so agitated. Although we no longer have test subjects, our research has already yielded results."
Deep in the corridor.
As the voice-activated lights lit up one by one, Ifre strode out.
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It turns out.
Regardless of their country of origin, students returning to school on Monday were generally in a state of near-death.
Of course, this excludes young couples who are deeply in love.
No one longed to go to school more than they did, so they could meet their sweethearts openly and honestly.
For example, Clark,
Although, he is currently in a one-sided love affair.
...
Upon learning that he could legitimately skip class that afternoon to receive trial training from Coach Walter,
Lucas's frustration and depression from listening to those idiotic and mindless math problems that morning had inexplicably calmed down considerably.
Lunchtime is relatively flexible.
You can either buy it at the cafeteria or bring your own.
Lucas and Clake both had lunchboxes that Ms. Martha had carefully prepared for them in their backpacks, so they didn't need to queue at the cafeteria.
The two brothers had different lunches: one had a peanut butter and jam sandwich, and the other had a ham and cheese fried pork chop sandwich.
In addition, there were some chopped fruits and vegetables and a small bottle of yogurt.
Jam sandwiches are a staple at Clark, and are a common choice among students who bring their own lunches.
Lucas still doesn't like eating overly sweet food, let alone food that's sickeningly sweet.
After eating and drinking his fill, Lucas immediately set off for the junior high school's rugby training field.
American campuses do not have the habit of taking a lunch break, and their lunch time is very short, only about half an hour.
Coach Walter is very likely already waiting for him at the training ground.
Seeing this, Clark quickly swallowed the rest of the sandwich in a few bites and immediately followed.
As expected.
When the two arrived at the training ground,
The burly coach Walter was already waiting there.
He was still wearing that familiar bright red zip-up tracksuit, with an old-fashioned referee's whistle hanging around his neck.
Besides Lucas and Clark, other people came to try out one after another.
One of them,
He has distinct facial features, a signature head of short blond hair, and a tall stature. He wears a baseball jacket on his upper body and blue jeans that were popular at the time.
The close-fitting white T-shirt also had a large letter "S" printed on it.
It is the logo of Smallwell School.
The moment Lucas saw the other person, their identity immediately came to mind.
Whitney Fordman.
The other party also discovered him and Clark.
Whitney was especially alarmed when she saw Lucas walking at the front.
His dream is to get a full scholarship to college football.
There is only one way to achieve this goal: become a key player on the team, win all the way, and make it to the state championship!
Whitney dreams of becoming a quarterback, and he believes he has the physical attributes to do so.
But when he saw Lucas, he felt an unusually strong sense of crisis for no apparent reason.
As for the one next to him, his eyes were always on a certain cheerleader woman, and he walked timidly. He looked good but was useless.
"Alright, everyone's here. Let's begin the trial training."
Coach Walter stood in the center of the field, and his deep, loud voice instantly drowned out all the noise on the field.
He crossed his arms, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone present:
"Remember, only those who pass this trial will be accepted into the team and enjoy all the resources and training benefits of the rugby team!"
"Don't just coast along, and don't just go through the motions. Whether you stay on the team and secure a spot depends entirely on your performance from now on."
As soon as he finished speaking, Walter waved his hand and gave the order decisively:
"Because you are just junior high school students, our training program is very simple."
Sprinting, shuttle runs, push-ups, stationary passing, short-distance ball tossing.
As for tactical coordination, it's not the right time yet. Did you all understand?
"Listen carefully!"
"Okay, let's start with the sprint."
A sharp whistle suddenly pierced the air above the training field.
The next moment, a group of seventh-grade freshmen shot out like arrows.
The wind howled on the track.
Everyone gave it their all, swinging their arms, pushing off the ground, and striding forward, sprinting ahead in a frenzy.
No one noticed Lucas at the edge of the crowd.
The moment he started, he had already distanced himself from the others.
Without any exaggerated exertion, and even with a calm expression, his speed steadily surpassed that of one opponent after another.
In the short distance of just a few dozen meters, while everyone was still gritting their teeth and chasing, Lucas had already pulled ahead, leaving everyone far behind, and crossed the finish line without any suspense, securing first place.
On the sidelines, Coach Walter, who had been casually observing the game with his arms crossed, froze on the spot.
After a brief moment of shock, the initial disbelief quickly transformed into a surge of ecstasy and excitement.
He abruptly released his arms from his chest, his body involuntarily leaning forward, his toes slightly raised, his gaze fixed intently on Lucas's figure, a burning, intense light blazing in his eyes.
As a legendary coach with 25 years of experience who has personally mentored several state champions, Walter has seen countless talented children and sprinters with amazing explosive power.
But I've never seen anyone run at such a speed that crushes the entire field with such ease and even casualness.
This innate explosive power is something that even top athletes find difficult to suppress through intensive training later on.
Walter's Adam's apple bobbed, and he had only one thought in his mind—he had struck gold.
The other person may become the most dazzling seed in his coaching career.
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[Achievement: Accumulate 100 wins in physical fitness competitions.]
[Reward: Gain the trait - Aspire to be the best.]
[Current total number of wins: 1/100.]
As he crossed the finish line, Lucas was pleasantly surprised to find that he had actually achieved a new accomplishment.