Because of Xiu, Bai Luan, who arrived in this world, had maintained his jogging habit for a long time.
Compared to when he first started, Bai Luan had improved quite a bit.
Although Bai Luan also wanted to work out, he was a complete novice in that area and didn't quite understand how to exercise.
After much thought, he ultimately chose jogging to train his body.
Recently, he had been trying the Saitama workout method, but he always felt his posture was a bit off…
While running, Bai Luan familiarized himself with the routes within the university and quickly found the teaching building and classroom for his courses.
Knowing this, he could just bring his textbooks and come to class tomorrow.
After exploring this information, Bai Luan continued to jog around First University of Truth.
This way was the cafeteria, that way was the library, here was the sports field, and over there was the main lecture hall…
Each facility was marked in Bai Luan's mind, and the map of First University of Truth gradually formed in his brain.
This First University of Truth…
It's truly massive.
Bai Luan wiped his sweat.
He had been running for over an hour and still hadn't reached the edge of the university.
Putting everything else aside, it was certainly big enough.
Compared to a university, it was more like a city, a city where the majority of the population were students, and the remaining small portion consisted of staff, teachers, and high-ranking officials.
It would be great if there were teleportation anchors, otherwise running back and forth was too tiring.
He didn't have a stamina bar; running was genuinely exhausting.
At any rate, today's running goal was accomplished.
Bai Luan took out his phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Xiu.
Bai Luan: Today's self-discipline.
Xiu: [Photo]
Bai Luan opened the photo and saw that it was of Inspiration Shrooms, with Chizuru parked next to a UFO, both seemingly asleep.
Xiu: All is well.
A warm current flowed through his heart, and a smile appeared at the corner of Bai Luan's mouth.
Afterward, Bai Luan ran to the sports field, preparing to complete the remaining parts of the Saitama training method.
One hundred push-ups, one hundred squats, and one hundred sit-ups each.
Bai Luan was not the only one on the sports field; there were other people as well.
Bai Luan walked straight to the center of the field, disregarding the gazes of others, and began doing push-ups.
The noisy sounds of the sports field were directly blocked out by Bai Luan, leaving only the sound of his own counting in his heart.
One, two, three…
Bai Luan hadn't done many when a voice suddenly came!
"Your posture is wrong! Unbearable to look at!"
The corrective words fell with the precision of a surgical knife, utterly merciless.
Bai Luan's movements instantly froze, but he wasn't angry.
Because he recognized this voice.
The owner of this voice was Veritas Ratio.
Which was Truth Father.
This was an encounter event; he just went out to exercise and ran into Truth Father.
Could this be considered lucky?
Bai Luan didn't hesitate; he adjusted his posture according to Truth Father's correction and then entered the Little Black Room.
He repeatedly refined the corrected posture until it became muscle memory.
His consciousness returned to reality, his movements now as precise as interlocking gears, and he continued.
"Not bad, points added."
Soon, the first set was finished, and a short break began.
Bai Luan sat on the artificial turf to rest, looked at Ratio, and asked:
"Professor, why are you at the sports field?"
"You recognize me?"
"Who in the world doesn't know you?"
Ratio glanced at Bai Luan, didn't respond to his compliment, but answered Bai Luan's previous question.
"Like you, exercising."
"It's almost afternoon; I thought Professor would exercise early."
"It should be so."
"Do you have classes in the morning?"
Ratio didn't reply, just nodded.
"It seems you are a responsible teacher."
"Your inter-set rest is almost over."
Hearing this, Bai Luan didn't waste any more words, flipped over, and continued with the next set.
Ratio, meanwhile, stared at Bai Luan's movements. The mistakes of ordinary people were like chronic illnesses; correction often came with repeated failures.
But this person… was an exception. Those few corrections seemed to be branded into his body, his movements surprisingly stable.
Soon, this set also ended, and Bai Luan continued to sit on the grass to rest.
"Fa… Professor Ratio, aren't you exercising?"
"I was just warming up, but incorrect movements would distract me."
"So Professor is going to watch me until I finish?"
"I'll only watch you for one more set; if there are no problems, I'll leave."
"Then I'm afraid Professor Ratio will come back. My workout isn't just push-ups, is it?"
"What else?"
"Squats and sit-ups."
"Do squats for the next set, and sit-ups for the one after that. I'll leave after teaching you."
"Thank you."
Time was up. This time, Bai Luan didn't need Ratio to remind him and started doing squats.
As expected, there were flaws in his movements. Ratio immediately began to correct him, and Bai Luan, following the previous procedure, familiarized himself with the corrected movements before coming out of the Little Black Room.
"Your control over your body is very strong; this is rare."
"Professor Ratio actually praises people?"
"I do, just not often."
Ratio's tone was flat.
"Some people always arbitrarily judge things they haven't seen as non-existent."
"Indeed, not very smart."
After a few exchanges, the inter-set rest time passed, and Bai Luan flipped over to start doing sit-ups.
Ratio glanced over and began to correct Bai Luan's posture.
Bai Luan's posture also adjusted quickly, just like before, and he no longer made mistakes.
"Worth adding points."
"Thank you for your affirmation, Professor Ratio."
After finishing a few, Bai Luan lay on his back on the grass to rest.
"My name is Bai Luan."
After hearing this name, Ratio's brow furrowed slightly.
"Bai Luan?"
"It's not a coincidence; I'm the one who enrolled in all your courses."
"Did you come here on purpose?"
"No, no, meeting you here was unexpected for me. I originally thought the formal greeting would be in class."
"Are you Ms. Herta's assistant?"
"That old man finally delivered the full message this time. It seems he really doesn't want me to mess with him.
Yes, I am Ms. Herta's assistant."
"An assistant to a genius, deigning to come to this swamp of mediocrity?"
Ratio's voice carried a cold mockery.
"Is it to enjoy the pleasure of looking down from above?"
"I came to the university, of course, to study, to try my best to keep up with Ms. Herta's pace."
Bai Luan sat up forcefully and said:
"If a genius doesn't study hard, they will also be left behind by those true 'geniuses'."
"Then why are you still exercising here?"
"Exercise and study are not in conflict; on the contrary, exercise is precisely a sign of intelligence.
There aren't many things in the world where effort yields results; fitness is one of them."
"On this point, I agree."
"It's just a pity that my exercise methods were full of errors, and no one helped me point them out."
"If you used to correct yourself as quickly as you do now, then it can only mean one thing."
"What thing?"
"You didn't have a good enough teacher around you. Turning a blind eye to the foolishness of others is not a courtesy, but a kind of immoral…"
"Worldliness."
Bai Luan finished his sentence.
"You've read what I've written?"
"Sort of."
Bai Luan was frank.
"In the future… I'll probably read more, and more deeply."
"I hope you truly 'understand,' rather than merely 'read.' "
Ratio's voice carried an almost harsh scrutiny.
"If it's the latter, and you just want to boast using me, you might as well invest your time in more valuable things."
"Regarding this matter…"
Bai Luan smiled and said:
"I can only say, I'll try my best."
Ratio stared at Bai Luan for a long time before speaking:
"You are not a genius. At least, you don't seem like one. In your eyes… there isn't that arrogance unique to geniuses, that overconfidence in their own talent."
"No one dictates that knowing a lot means you have to hold your head high."
Bai Luan's voice was calm, yet it carried a strange penetrative power.
"At least, Lil, the twenty-second seat of the Genius Society, isn't like that."
He met Ratio's gaze, his eyes exceptionally bright beneath his sweat-soaked hair:
"Geniuses have no fixed appearance.
If one is a genius, no matter their form, they are a genius."
He forcefully wiped the sweat from his face, word by word, like a declaration:
"And I—
I will become a genius in the way I like."