In the afternoon, Dianthe came back. We were all asking her what she was doing and if she had lunch. Dianthe smiled and said that she went to Mrs. Tucker to know about the school at noon and that she already had lunch.

I thought it was a little strange; Dianthe said she had lunch, but she didn't use her lunch box and her lips were perfectly clean. Was she lying?

I just thought about it and didn't say it. After all, it wasn't really my business whether the other party ate or not. Maybe she ate in a restaurant at noon, but she didn't move the lunch box in the classroom.

I thought about it, as the afternoon bell rang. We have an afternoon physical education class.

Our schools are relatively relaxed; after all, we are not like aristocratic schools. We didn’t need a strict, yet beautiful educational environment.

Our physical education class has never been led by a physical education teacher or involved physical exercise. In general, only when senior leaders come, will there be a special teacher to face the inspection of those leaders. At that time we would we carry out special physical exercises, but in normal situations, these are just free activities.

In today's P.E. class we didn’t know what was going on. Suddenly, a man appeared to train us as a P.E. teacher in the coming year.

He came in with Mrs. Tucker, a man in a clean black suit, who looked to be over forty years old. He was a middle-aged white man from Europe and America. The height of nearly two meters added a lot of pressure to us, and he was looking down at us from a high place with cold eyes. He relied on the advantage of height, which made us very uncomfortable.

Despite his neat clothes, the scars on his face and the calluses worn by his hands; we could tell that he was not an ordinary man. A desperate spirit always appeared in his deep eyes, which made us shudder.

"Stand up in order of height! We welcome a new teacher! "

Mrs. Tucker frowned when she saw that there was no order in our team. The man beside her was angry, but she did not speak. Instead, she instructed the principal to leave everything and give it to him. The principal did not refute but nodded away trustfully.

After we had spent five minutes standing up, the man made a standard military posture facing us and said to us:

My name is Michael Mundy. I was in the U.S. Marine Corps. Now I am a retired officer. In the future, I will be your P.E. teacher to develop your physical fitness. You will meet the most stringent situations. This will be the most standard physical training for you in the future... Students should call me Teacher Michael. There is no order from me in P.E. class. Report to me properly; you are not allowed to act casually!"

Michael seems to be aware of the disclosure of his words, so he quickly corrected his mistakes, but we clearly caught him.

"Did you hear me clearly?"

"Listen..."

"Listen clearly!"

"Listen and hear me clearly!"

In the end, it seems that something has been mentioned in the hearts of all of us, but we are sure of this officer... Ah no, this P.E. teacher is definitely not anger. He has trained recruits absolutely before. Now he is our P.E. teacher. This also means that the future P.E. class will not be free, which makes us feel resentful.

Nevertheless, we are more doubtful than whether physical training is strict or not, who ordered a retired officer to come to our ordinary school instead of enjoying retirement. And he's looking very interested. Looking at Dianthe from time to time makes Dianthe very nervous. Obviously, she knows that Mr. Michael has a special purpose for her.

"Today, I'm going to test your sprinting results. I if you don't have one-tenth of Dianthe's speed in sports, I'm going to punish you with 20 laps around the playground!"

For a moment, all of us were shocked. We weren't shocked by the punishment but were also puzzled by the strange "lie" made up by the P.E. teacher. Didn't any of us achieve one-tenth of Dianthe's score?

But before we could look at Dianthe, she raised her hand and said, "Teacher, please don't do this. I want to use the same standards as other students. Please, I will get the first grade, but..."

Dianthe's eyes are very sincere. Although it doesn't look like a lie, most of us still think that Dianthe is watching a joke and that Dianthe is performing with a camera somewhere. She seemed to look just like an ordinary actress.

But, as a desk mate, I didn’t think so. I saw Dianthe's tail. I know she's not a "real human"!

Mr. Michael: Didn't Mrs. Tucker just tell you about this earlier, Dianthe? Now I'm going to test your sprinting results!"

"I see. You need to get me back in shape to run?"

"No, I'm asking you to run 800 meters at the fastest speed you can! I will time it, which will be added to your annual review results, and decide whether you will stay in this school or not!! __________

"Woo..."

We all heard Dianthe's whine. Although Dianthe did not cry, her expression became obviously sad, and even a trace of anger could be seen in her eyes. We sympathized with Dianthe's experience, but more were doubts and worries. Did Dianthe really run fast? Can she please Mr. Michael?

"Prepare yourself! One... two… three!"

Confirming that Dianthe was ready and in place, Mr. Michael gave a loud cry as if the whole thing could echo the mighty roar of his soldiers.

"Run!"

With the sound of the starting gun, we could hardly believe what was happening. Dianthe's foot stepped on the ground and disappeared in place. After two seconds of stagnation, we found the abnormality around us. A hundred meters away from us, a wave of smoke and dust is rising. That is Dianthe running at a speed unimaginable to human beings. Even at that I couldn’t see her blurred figure fast enough.

Are we even wondering if Dianthe is really running on two legs? Looking at Dianthe's furious running speed, it gave us the illusion that a giant animal was running as if it had the speed of a cheetah.

Our school's playground runway has 400 meters; 800 meters is naturally needed to run two laps, which let Dianthe pass in front of us again.

This time we can see clearly, but Dianthe's running posture is very strange. The reason why Dianthe runs very fast is not how fast her legs alternate, but that she strides at least four meters in one step. Although the length of her legs has not changed, her every step is like an antelope running in the African prairie, full of strength and agility.

I even wondered if she was the future robot in the movie Terminator. She's dedicated to saving the past through time and space in the future. She has super springs in her legs and ejects herself at every step.

"AWESOME!"

I don't know who shouted that, but our emotions were stirred up. We shouted at Dianthe’s running, which apparently attracted us by her extraordinary speed. Although I didn't shout, I applauded and cheered her on with the others, hoping she could run faster.

"Superhero! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

At the moment Dianthe arrived at the finish line and we were like fans of the World Cup. We were proud and excited to win the World Cup for our national team. We shouted as if at the World Cup for Dianthe.

Dianthe paused with a violent rubbing sound, and we could all ask about the burning smell in the air. Looking at Dianthe's sneakers, we found that the rubber soles were yellowing, not simply because of wear and tear, but as if they were burned by severe rubbing.

"Twenty-two seconds... Beyond the highest running speed of the African cheetah..."

Officer Michael looked at the stopwatch in some astonishment, got goosebumps and swallowed, apparently frightened by Dianthe's speed.

"If I can change my body, I can get at least three times the result. Are you satisfied?"

Dianthe gasped and raised her head proudly, seemingly enjoying the praise and encouragement of the people around her and proud of her achievements.

"Very good, very good! Now everyone is queuing up for a runway test!"

Although I didn't respond to Mr. Michael's words, I could foresee for the first time that something bad would happen next.

"Anyone who runs 800 meters in thirty or forty seconds will be punished with running 20 laps in the playground!"

This sentence is like a basin of cold water, let our emotional flame extinguish, we patronize to refuel for Dianthe, forgetting what Mr. Michael said before. That he is to punish those who did not achieve one-tenth of Dianthe's results!

Would any of us achieve a tenth of Dianthe's score? But as things stand, we'll probably all be punished.

Seeing that we were stuck in place and did not respond, Mr. Michael did not give us reaction time. He whistled quickly and went up with a few feet, acting like a whip to drive a horse, directing the first row of our team to the runway of the playground for a physical fitness test.

Although we are not sick students, there are many people in the class who have won first place in school sports meetings. But because we usually do not have special physical exercise, our physical strength is also terrible.

Diane on the other side, for some reason, became sadder.