Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

　The electronic whistle crossed the court, Chu Zhang moved, burst in with the ball, hurricane-like jump, dunk! His figure was blurred by the high-speed movement, and the sound of the ball hitting the floor was as dense as an automatic weapon in a series of shots.

　　The ball did not hit the ground. Chu Zhang landed faster than the ball, he swept the ball into his hands, immediately turned around, burst towards the other side of the basket, and dunked again! The ball rack made a loud sound that seemed to break.

　　This cycle repeats itself as the automatic scoreboard scrolls and refreshes. It was a one-man basketball game, but the scores were alternating between the two sides.

　　The final whistle sounded and the scoreboard was refreshed to "50:50". Chu Zhang's shoes rubbed against the floor and made an ear-splitting "sizzling" sound. He slid into the "middle circle" and slowly stood up straight. The ball landed with a bang on the side of the court.

　　Up to this point, Chu Zhang's whole body did not have a drop of sweat, and a few seconds later, the hot sweat opened up like a floodgate, soaking his jersey.

　　This is Chu Zhang's home basketball court, he is in the morning exercise. In junior high school, he played center on the city's junior team, but most human competitive sports seemed uninteresting to him after his bloodline awakening. With more muscle strength, better agility, and super-angled bone flexion, he now plays basketball like a normal person, much like golf, which is the word "recreational". Few people at Castle College like to play basketball, even girls can easily leap up and dunk, the ball is very boring to play. The college is popular for intellectual competitions such as Go, alpine ski rappelling a test of agility and guts, purely by ramming the strong can win the project no one to take you to play.

　　So he could only play with himself, turning this fun sport into a monotonous morning workout. Caesar always mocked Chu Zhang's taste for sports. Caesar liked naturally the classic sailing sport of Cassell College, noble and written, with big smooth lines of arms pulling the textured cable, letting the cold water splash on his bare chest, and flying the boat across the big lake and the ocean.

　　Chu Zhang played his basketball, he has never been a fun person anyway.

　　The first person to teach him to play basketball was the man, and that was enough to keep him in the sport for the rest of his life.

　　Chu Zhang "jumped" out of the red jersey and went into the shower. He also has a procedure for showering, a strict three minutes, one-minute hot water, one-minute cold water, and one-minute warm water. The first minute of hot water will squeeze out the remaining sweat from the body, the second minute of cold water will let the muscles and skin collect, and the third minute of warm water to rinse off and leave. Caesar and the student council officers soaking in a big bath and drinking beer in a surf tub scattered with flower petals often scoffed in passing that if they were living in extravagant ancient Rome, then Chu Zhang was a medieval ascetic.

　　Kaiser is not accurate, Chu Zhang is not fond of suffering, he just has to keep himself always precise like a machine.

　　The cold water washed over the bulging muscles, like a stream running through the mountain rocks, and the overheated muscles and tendons slowly returned to normal because of the exercise. His physical specialization is Tai Chi.

　　At this time the cell phone sealed in the waterproof bag rang, Chu Zihang's cell phone never leaves his hand, even in the shower.

　　"There is a task for you." Instructor Schneider's tone was always commanding, so raw that it was like a mallet hitting down on the head.

　　"I'm listening." Chu Zhang quickly dried the water on his body.