Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 351 - 349: Out of Control

Not only Wang Rui, but all the physical education teachers and coaches received the notice as well.

However, compared to other teams, Lin Junkai, Zhang Zihao, Xu Pengcheng and their group seemed a bit at a loss.

In the gym, it wasn’t just these few people training, and at this moment cheers erupted all around.

Everyone began to pack up their things amidst laughter and chatter.

The basketball team, wearing shiny and flashy sneakers, discussed the NBA games while packing up, while the less-disciplined group was planning whether to sneak out at night for some late-night snacks or to stay overnight at an internet cafe.

Only the corner where Lin Junkai and his group were was the quietest.

They seemed like a small piece of reef on the edge of a torrent, forming a stark contrast with the other students around. The others flowed past energetically, but they neither spoke nor moved, as if they were rooted in place.

When the other students left one by one, they remained, hands on hips, breathing heavily, staring at each other, as if unsure what to do next.

"Hey, why are you guys still here? Dismissed."

The teacher who had just notified them waved his hand at them.

Glancing at his classmates, Zhang Zihao suddenly said, "Teacher, we’ll help each other stretch and relax, and we’ll leave soon."

The male teacher looked at them, took a sip from his thermos.

Thinking for a moment, he said, "Alright, but make sure to put the equipment back in place. Don’t worry about the windows for now, but remember to turn off all the lights."

"Okay, teacher."

The middle-aged physical education teacher, dressed in sportswear, slowly walked out like an old man taking a stroll, thermos in hand.

The high school’s physical education teachers were quite diverse, despite all being from a "sports" background. Some were retired competitive athletes like Wang Rui, some focused on the educational aspects like the middle-aged man who looked older than his years, and some were muscular like bodybuilders, the visual type of teacher.

Watching the middle-aged man disappear from sight.

Zhang Zihao turned back and shouted, "Keep practicing!"

Some of the bewildered students breathed a sigh of relief.

...

Xu Pengcheng’s face was even paler than a few days ago. From the outside, his clothes seemed a size larger, becoming loose and baggy.

But his skin was oddly swollen, and with his tall stature and broad frame, he didn’t look "thin" at all.

He didn’t seem to be sleeping well either, probably staying up late studying, with faint dark circles under his eyes.

At this moment, hearing Zhang Zihao’s command to "continue training,"

Lin Junkai furrowed his brows, glancing at Zhang Zihao, "We’ve already completed today’s training, and the coach just said to dismiss..."

"Did our Coach Wang say ’dismiss’?" Zhang Zihao interrupted Lin Junkai directly.

Lin Junkai clicked his tongue. Ever since Wang Rui talked to them and gave Zhang Zihao the captaincy, Zhang Zihao had become pushy.

No, perhaps not "become" pushy; rather, this guy now had a reason to be "pushy."

"Everyone’s gone, there must be something going on at school..."

"Oh, is that so?" Zhang Zihao interrupted again, "If it’s not Coach Wang, you listen?"

"Whenever another teacher casually tells us something, we scatter. What if the coach sees we haven’t been training when they come back?"

"If everyone gets punished because of this and has to do extra training, will you take the punishment for us?"

Lin Junkai gritted his teeth, deciding not to engage with this guy in front of him.

Zhang Zihao, however, was relentless: "And if the coach tells us to disband, we disband. Do we train for the coach?"

"—No, we train for ourselves!"

"Even if the school dismisses our formal training for some reason, if we add extra practice after the main training because our own results aren’t enough, what’s the problem?"

He turned around, no longer looking at Lin Junkai, but facing the other students.

As if issuing a proclamation: "If anyone feels they’ve passed their physical tests and their score is enough—then just leave."

Will the scores be enough?

"Let’s train," one student sighed as if resigned.

"Yeah, let’s keep training." Once someone started, naturally others followed.

"Train, train." "Train." Everyone soon agreed with the decision.

Xu Pengcheng’s expression was a bit vacant, seemingly not fully recovered from the earlier training, but he chimed in, "Let’s train..."

"What’s it got to do with you, smart guy?" Shockingly, Zhang Zihao suddenly turned, accurately targeting Xu Pengcheng in the crowd.

"Others can choose whether or not to add more training, but do you have a choice? Can you pass?"

"Isn’t it us who always accompany you for extra training?"

Zhang Zihao looked around, grabbed a basketball, and threw it, "Push-up position—somebody sit on smart guy’s back for weight!"

Lin Junkai reminded, "Xu Pengcheng needs to work on his endurance—"

Zhang Zihao sharply turned his head, "Then you train with him?"

Lin Junkai let out a heavy breath through his nose, clenching his teeth, turning his head away to avoid looking.

The students scattered.

But after the official training, this "self-initiated extra training" seemed half-hearted, aiming only to meet the "extra hour of training" or "training until dinner" benchmarks.

There was a time metric, but no training volume metric.

"Huff, huff—"

The sound of rhythmic breathing echoed in the empty gymnasium.

Sit-ups, barbell lifts, weighted squats, all exercises seemed in progress, but everyone’s breaks between sets were surprisingly long.

Or rather, everyone’s attention was unconsciously focused on the few truly training individuals.

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The basketball flew from Zhang Zihao’s hand like a cannonball, hitting Xu Pengcheng hard.

"Proper form, touch your chest to the mat during push-ups!"

"The coach will check at the end of the month. If you keep cutting corners like this, do you think you’ll pass?"

Xu Pengcheng, weakened by the hit, panted heavily on the mat without saying anything, slowly trying to get up.

The student sitting on his back refused to get up as well, echoing Zhang Zihao, "Smart guy, if you don’t improve, it’s us who’ll be in trouble!"

Several others taking breaks expressed mutual resentment at the comment.

"Who’s finished, take his place." Zhang Zihao indicated the student serving as the weight on Xu Pengcheng’s back, not forgetting to scold Xu Pengcheng again.

"Look at you, smart guy, see how much you delay everyone!"

A few students ceased their break and began again to drag out the extra training time;

but two, as if eager for this, prepared to step in and join in "helping" their teammate with the extra training.

Lin Junkai frowned deeply, finally unable to bear it any longer.

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