Chapter 288: Given an Inch Take a Mile

"What on earth did you eat to grow up?!"

Coach Wang looked at the data in his hand and asked an extremely ridiculous question.

Wang Yan was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Just normal development! Why, the data is okay?"

"It's more than okay!"

The straightforward Coach Wang, who could even be said to be ignorant of worldly affairs, shook the thin piece of paper in his hand until it made a rustling sound.

"I've been doing sports for so many years, but I've never seen someone like you!"

"Can I take a look?"

Wang Yan reached out to ask for the report. Coach Wang directly handed it over to him and grumbled, "You can't understand a thing!"

He took it over and took a look...

Uh, he really couldn't understand it.

"Modern kinematics is a subject with great knowledge and high-tech content. Do you think I can give you a few numbers just by taking a test for you?"

In the previous hour, Wang Yan had gone through all kinds of hassles according to the requirements. In the end, he did not even know what he was testing.

Now, looking at the results, there were dozens of indicators.

A few indicators that could be understood, such as --

Lower limb length/height, lung capacity/weight, 60-meter start, standing triple jump, bench press, and so on.

He did not understand the majority of them.

Clayto index, ATP-CP power, confidence level of association rules, support level...

It was getting more and more confused.

Young Master Wang could only ask humbly, "Can you explain it to me?"

Coach Wang's words almost made Wang Yan fall.

"Actually, normally you only need to test 8 items. I think your physique is a little scary, so I gave you all the items that can be tested. I don't understand a lot of the data either."

D*mn!

Could you be more reliable?!

Wang Yan was completely speechless at the middle-aged fatty. With his EQ and ability to handle things, no wonder he couldn't be a leader!

However, Fatty Wang didn't have any self-awareness. He excitedly pulled Wang Yan aside and spit his saliva.

"Let me tell you, Little Wang, you're a genius. Really, a genius!"

"I've been doing sports for so many years, but I've never seen anyone more comprehensive and balanced than you!"

"What the f*ck!"

"Sprinting in 60 seconds 7.22, bench pressing 80 kg 47 times, standing long jump 3.13 m..."

"You can achieve results in any event just by practicing!"

"Static strength A, explosive strength A, nerve reflex A, agility A, general endurance a, special endurance A... You're straight As in more than ten items!"

Wang Yan tried his best to avoid his saliva and asked weakly, "Can you be more specific? What level is A?"

Coach Wang was a little impatient and continued to spit. "Just an A is an ordinary excellence. All A's are f*cking perverts!"

After muttering for a long time, Wang Yan roughly understood.

In modern sports, it was often said that an athlete's physical fitness was top-notch in all aspects. However, when it came to the field of testing, the limits of each subdivision of data were different.

For example, Justin won the MLS bench press limit record in compound sports, with 51 bench presses weighing 102 kilograms.

But the weight limit of a single bench press was set by the Hercules Specialist contestant, Tiny Mike with a record of 495 kilograms.

In Rugby, basketball, football, ice hockey, and other combined sports, no one could push that much weight.

O'neill and Old Man Zhan, who were known for their strength, would be crushed if they went up.

However, the speed, agility, and reflexes of the Hercules, Tiny Mike were terrible compared to the Old Man Zhan.

If Bolt was brought out, any fast legs in basketball, football, or the major league would have to kneel down and sing the song of Conquest.

The NBA and the NFL were monster arenas with the best overall qualities, but they were not limited to any single item.

Wang Yan was a small monster.

"The worst part is, you've never practiced anything!"

"And only 18!"

"Six test ages, you're the best in 16-18!"

"178! You're only 178!"

"70 kilos! You're a fucking standard size, lightweight!"

"F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!"

"Two more years and you'll be 181,24, at the top of your game, and you'll be an Olympic champion!"

"What would be the least wasteful thing for you to practice?"

Fatty Wang is like a mental disease of the chattering, was about to be obsessed.

Wang Yan knew his own things well, silently he ridiculed: The key problem is, I am not long ah...

The height and circumference that he gained from hacking was a dream, and there was no such thing as a peak stage...

Of course, there was a high chance that an intermediate attribute modifier would appear in the mall, but who knew when that would be.

Based on his current strength alone, Wang Yan did not have the ability to win any championships.

Uh, perhaps football and fighting were exceptions?

The former required skill, vision, and a general view of the big picture, which matched perfectly with his 79 intelligence.

The latter required skill, courage, reflexes, and calmness, which were all Wang Yan's strengths.

But...

How hard would it be for him to give up on being a god tier tycoon and get involved in those things?

Well, since he had the data from the body test, let's go!

Wang Yan immediately made up his mind and said goodbye to Coach Wang, "Coach, thank you for your help. I have a professional class soon, so I'll make a move first!"

"Hey, hey, don't! What's the point of your class? Come on, train with me and win the championship, how about it?!"

Fatty Wang pulled Wang Yan's arm, pleading softly.

Wang Yan directly used his big move, "No, there are billions of pocket money waiting for me to spend. Put yourself in my shoes, aren't you making things difficult for me?"

Fatty Wang was instantly speechless. After a long while, he waved his hand dejectedly.

"Alright, you can go to class..."

His fat face was wrinkled. Anyone who heard it would be heartbroken, and anyone who saw it would shed tears.

However, Wang Yan would never agree to Fatty Wang's suggestion.

It wasn't shameful for a tycoon to play sports. However, to be in the limelight and become a champion, to expose his beyonder characteristics to the public, what was the point?

Waving goodbye and walking out of the stadium, Young Master Wang's mood lightened.

So 79 points of comprehensive quality was so awesome!

Tini Mike's strength attribute should be 95 points, at least.

Wang Yan had 79 points of strength, and the maximum weight of a bench press was 200 kilograms. After two tries, he showed signs of exhaustion. Only 40% of the limit of 495 kilograms was recorded.

Looking at the data, it was not very good. However, in a horizontal comparison, among all the male students in the entire academy, there were only a few who could bench press up to 200 kg.

Of course, the bone density and muscle strength that belonged to the category of physique played a huge role in it.

Comprehensive strength was never determined by a single attribute.

79 points of all attributes was very far away from non-humans. However, among the current college students and even normal adults, it was definitely at the level of 0.1% .

Unfortunately, he could not win the championship in any event.

But if he looked at it from another angle, he would be able to play to the top in any event. There would not be any obstacles.

It was simply too much to Wang Yan's liking. He felt great!

Happily he went to the class, and the sand sculptures kept asking about Gong Feiyu.

"Brother Wang, have you got her WeChat?"

Wang Yan was speechless. "It's our first time meeting each other. Why would I ask for her WeChat?"

"Let's chat! Since we have special training to do, why don't we recruit them as coaches?!"

"Don't we have Dai Mo?"

"F*ck!" Squirrel was the first to betray his brother. "If we can have Gong Feiyu instead, who would know who Dai mo is? !"

He was a man in heat. It was impossible to stop him...

Wang Yan could not be bothered with them. He lowered his head to read and do his homework.

Now he was in advanced mathematics class, and his freshman year was focused on calculus. Wang Yan had already learned partial differential equations by himself.

On the stage, the teacher only talked about derivatives: "The quotients of the differentials of a function and the differentials of an independent variable equal to the derivative of that function. Therefore, derivatives are also called differentials."

It caused a burst of laughter.

Derivative was quite funny, and now was the time when it was developing in full swing.

But mathematics was not funny. On the contrary, it was very easy to cry.

A group of underachievers had completely given up on advanced mathematics. Looking at Wang Yan writing down rows and rows of neat calculations in his homework book, their scalps went numb.

"Brother Wang, are you really going to go to heaven... sigh, does Gong Feiyu like boys who do well in their studies?"

"F*ck, is that possible?! Didn't they say that the more something is lacking, the more they like it? !"

"That's right! There's no need for her to find a boyfriend who dabbles in sports. There's no way to complement each other's strengths!"

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"Then is it too late for me to start working hard now?"

"What are you working hard for? To not fail your exams?!"

"Shh! Stop bullshitting and get serious. Do you guys think that boss got frustrated with Gong Feiyu just now and that's why he's studying so hard?"

"Like Jade, congratulations on finding a blind spot!"

"It was spot on! He didn't run away!"

"Wahaha, finally, there's a woman that Brother Doggie couldn't handle. Sign, why am I so happy?!"

"Hehehehe... I understand you!"

It started again and again!

Wang Yan was quite convinced by this group of sand sculptures. It was true.

Every time a beautiful woman appeared in the discussion center, basically, it would take three days for the heat to die down.

He Miaomiao was like this in the beginning. When the heat went down, Gong Feiyu followed.

Anyway, their mouths were definitely not empty.

Ah, men!

The young master sneered and filled in the numbers that he had solved into his exercise book. Then, he casually wrote down a few lines of words.

He Miaomiao, 287.

Gong Feiyu, 285.

Yu Qiuli, 277.

Lu Yitian, 270.

Liu Li... 266.

If you didn't compare them, you wouldn't know. But if you compared them, you would be shocked.

Those two perverts' scores were truly frighteningly high.

Wang Yan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I'm an astrologer. Could it be that I'm fated to become an astrologer because of the two of them?"

Just as he finished his rant, his phone buzzed, and a WeChat message popped up.

He glanced at it and saw He Miaomiao.

D*mn!

Did he just mention about her?

He opened the message and saw a video link. Below it was an emoji with her hands on her waist and laughing out loud.

In class, Wang Yan did not wear earphones, so he did not open the video. Instead, he asked,"? ? ?"

He Miaomiao quickly replied, "Open it and see! Are you surprised? Are you surprised?!"

So cocky?

Young Master Wang finally raised his curiosity. He turned around and took out his headphones from his backpack, plugged them in, and clicked on the video.

He didn't even see the video at the beginning. It was the first sound of the heavy drum after the prelude of Victory. It was so scary that his hair stood on end.

At the same time that the BGM exploded, a fat man was heavily smashed onto the floor. As the image shook, a shockwave effect was created along with the light and shadow created later on. It swept across and eventually destroyed the image.

As the music became more and more passionate, the title of the video appeared in the darkness with special effects

High-energy explosion! A live shot of a university student killing a group of strong men in an instant!

Wang Yan understood the essence of UC's shock department's self-media to attract eyeballs.

Wang Yan didn't need to watch any longer to know what was going on. The video that He Miaomiao had confiscated last time, the little girl had secretly saved a copy!

So what if she saved it? She had cut out a video of Ba Se?!

F*ck, were you not afraid that I wouldn't make a name for myself?!

Young Master Wang was so angry that his teeth were itching. He wanted nothing more than to immediately pull He Miaomiao over, hang her upside down, and whip her 111 times.

"Tiangang" 36 times, "Disha" 72 times, "Heaven and Earth" twice, "Dragon and Tiger" twice, "Fire Seed Golden Lotus" once.

But looking at the video, Wang Yan could not help but admire it.

He Miaomiao, you could do it!

Just the opening of the film, I' would give you 99 points, not to afraid of your pride!

The first cut was stunning, cutting out an extremely arrogant, fierce, hot-blooded, and high-burning temperament.

After that, there were no more pretentious special effects in the main film. It was completely based on the original material, but the editing was very clever, and the integration with BGM was seamless.

Wang Yan moved step by step in the scene, raising his knee, whipping his leg, and smashing his elbow.

The movements were cut cleanly and precisely. Between the advance and retreat, he had the bearing of an invincible grandmaster. That kind of effortless style was so cool that it was almost out of the water.

Especially the swing leg in the air, which was followed by a big split and a stomp. It used several materials and was cut together at more than 300 degrees. In the middle, there was still two seconds of slow motion at the highest burning point...

F*ck!

When he landed, he lost his balance. He knelt on one knee and supported himself with one hand. In fact, his movements had collapsed.

However, at that time, no one realized that He Miaomiao's video had been beautified...

F*ck!

Acting like the wind, always by my side!

Under the rendering of the BGM, the moment he lifted his head and supported himself, he immediately activated a superpower -- whoever stared at him would get pregnant!

Wang Yan felt his scalp tingle when he saw that small gaze.

Was he that handsome back then?!

In fact, the video was not clear enough. It could not be compared to a real close-up of a movie. However, in the picture, Wang Yan's overall aura and that instant gaze did convey a sense of oppression.

Following that, the climax of the movie came.

The extreme bridge fall!

The close-up here was still a few pieces of material cut together, but there were no superfluous special effects.

It looked a little lacking in the sense of impact, but it was extremely realistic. Especially after the background sound was added with a scene of exclamations, it gave people a sense of immersive shock.

Immediately after, the entire scene was silent. Wild Wang grabbed the fat guy's head, looked at it, and gently pushed it away...

The button on his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a little of his chest and collarbone...

He lowered his head slightly and panted slightly...

His eyes were filled with killing intent...

The video suddenly turned black and came to an abrupt end.

It stopped at the climax of the music. The last line of the harmony chant, "Victory" ended.

That was it?

Before Wang Yan could react, an angry roar suddenly exploded from the silent darkness. "Everyone stop the f*ck!"

He was shocked.

This was the only time the wild Wang's original voice appeared, and the video ended here.

What the heck!

He Miaomiao, you're awesome!

Young Master Wang had seen a lot of big scenes. It was just a video, but he actually saw goosebumps all over his body..

And it was a scene that he had personally experienced as the main character!

It could be seen how outstanding He Miaomiao's video was.

But, why didn't you use it properly?!

After waking up from the shock, Wang Yan became angrier when the more he thought about it. He directly sent a threat over.

"Hurry up and clear your name. Just you wait!"

...

He Miaomiao first sent an emoji of sticking out her tongue to make a face, and then a line of words.

"I haven't posted the video on the public platform yet. Now I'm giving you a chance to reorganize your language!"

Wang Yan was overjoyed.

Now was the time for him to lie low and gather his strength. The young master really did not want to stand out too much, especially in such a way.

Since she had not posted it, then everything was negotiable!

"Your Highness, I'm your guardian knight, personal butler, chauffeur, bodyguard, male pet, and little wolfhound. In short, anything is fine. May I ask what your orders are?"

"Hahahaha!"

He Miaomiao lay on the bed in her bedroom, patting the pillow. Her calves were flapping wildly, and she was so happy that she seemed to be holding the whole world in her hands.

After laughing wildly for a while, she began to type.

She typed one line, deleted it, and then another line, and then deleted it again.

After a long while, she finally thought of a noble and reserved response.

"Come and take me out for lunch at noon. I'm not the kind of "given an inch take a mile" person. We're friends, and everything can be discussed, right?"

"Of course, as you wish."

Young Master Wang replied succinctly with six words. He purposely brought along a wave-like "Wave" and threw his phone away, gritting his teeth as he sneered.

Given an inch take a mile?

Wait!

I would give you half a foot right away!

I was originally a kind and gentle person. However, if you didn't seek death, you would not die. Since you didn't understand, I could only teach you personally...

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