Although he still can't look inward yet, and the spiritual energy in his body can't be circulated or used, just relying on William Carter's familiarity with human meridians and acupoints, and his miraculous medical skills, as long as he has a few silver needles in hand, he can easily cure ordinary illnesses.

As for when he reaches the Qi Refining stage, not only will he be able to refine pills, but he can also make talismans. In this world, if he wants to make some money with these skills, he is confident it will be no problem at all.

After finishing his meal, William Carter went downstairs again, this time heading straight for the school's sports field.

Now, all the seniors are desperately preparing for the college entrance exam two months away, so PE classes have long been canceled. However, there are still a few classes from the first and second years having PE on the field.

Of course, every high school has some students with athletic specialties. Naturally, they are now sweating profusely under the guidance of the PE teacher, training hard in their chosen events.

William Carter's destination was right here.

"Yo, isn't this the star of our class? Fatty, after causing such a big mess, I heard a lot of people are looking to give you trouble. Why don't you just drop out and get as far away as possible? What are you showing off here for?"

Chapter 007: Shocking Body Training

The speaker was a sports student from Senior Three, Class Six, named John Walker. This guy was tall and thin, specializing in the 3000-meter run. Since entering high school, the school's long-distance running championship had never slipped from his grasp. Last year, he even broke the city high school sports meet record, and it's said he has already been admitted to Yanjing Sports University as an exception.

Although he didn't think much of William Carter, he had his own pride and usually didn't bully William Carter, because he felt that someone who takes the initiative to bully a pig isn't much better than a pig themselves.

John Walker's attitude toward William Carter was similar to Samuel Reed's—just occasionally making fun of him to spice up the dull high school life.

"I'm here to see Mr. Morris. Where is he?" William Carter ignored him and asked directly.

"You're looking for Mr. Morris? Did I hear that right? Back when we had PE, you used to hide as soon as you saw him, and now you're coming to him on your own? Did you get a fever and lose your mind from running around shirtless last night?" John Walker was inexplicably surprised, even reaching out to touch William Carter's forehead as if to check.

William Carter frowned slightly, calmly brushed away John Walker's hand, and said indifferently, "I want to borrow a sandbag."

"Borrow a sandbag?" John Walker was getting more and more confused, thinking maybe this guy got a taste of power in the dorm last night and now wants to take up boxing? But his eyes rolled, and he grinned, "You need Mr. Morris just to borrow a sandbag? I can get one for you!"

"James Smith, come on, let's go to the equipment room and get him a sandbag!"

John Walker's curiosity was piqued—he really wanted to see what William Carter was up to.

Just before the end of the second period at 9:30 in the morning, a sudden exclamation came from the corridor downstairs, followed by a burst of noisy commotion.

The seniors are on the fourth floor, and the juniors are on the third. This ruckus instantly shattered the peace in the senior classrooms.

"Oh my god! Look, that idiot just picked up that sandbag!" a high-pitched female student's exclamation!

The students of Senior Three, Class Six, immediately perked up their ears!

In all of Qingshui High, the only person who could be called "idiot" was the shame of their class... William Carter. There didn't seem to be a second candidate!

"Damn, no way, he's running with the sandbag! I'm telling you, my brother does boxing, and that sandbag weighs at least fifty jin!"

"I think he's really lost it. Not only did he try to assault the school beauty last night, but he also fought with a classmate in the dorm. Now he's skipping class to run around with a sandbag!"

Grace Brooks from Senior Three, Class Six, had sharp ears and caught every word. Her brows shot up and her eyes widened in anger!

Emily Bolton sneaked a glance at Grace Brooks, then looked out the window with hope in her eyes. She really wanted to know what was happening outside.

On the school sports field.

John Walker stared blankly at the scene before him, his mouth wide enough to swallow an egg, muttering, "Damn, this is unreal. Is this guy defying the heavens..."

And not just him! All the sports students from every class around him dropped their training and stared, dumbfounded, at William Carter running with the sandbag!

The whole field was in an uproar! The soccer players stopped playing, the ball sat alone on the grass; the basketball players stopped too, and all the boys and girls in PE class were giving their full attention to the fat guy carrying the sandbag, every gaze following his slow-moving figure.

That figure gripped the heavy sandbag tightly on his right shoulder with his right hand. He wasn't running fast, but his steps were firm and powerful, moving forward with a peculiar rhythm.

The fat on William Carter's body trembled violently with each step, his fat burning away like crazy, his eyes filled with determination, and his resolve steadily rising!

"A strong person—how does one truly become strong? Even a genius must train madly, find their weaknesses, and figure out how to overcome them!"

"As long as I start running, only I can make myself stop. Other than that, no difficulty will make me stop!"