The rubber track built by Jinhai No. 1 Middle School at a huge cost this year was put into use at this sports meeting, giving everyone a brand new visual experience.

White and clear lines are drawn on the track and field track, and the starting point and end point are also clearly marked with the track number 12345678.

The referees and organizers at each competition venue are working in an orderly manner.

Ye Shilang and his three friends were warming up in the stadium preparation area at this time. The competition numbers were all affixed to their bodies. They were No. 37, No. 56, No. 67, No. 58. 3 and 7 were Ye Shilang's lucky numbers. I hope

This number can bring good luck to today's game.

The four people formed a circle with their arms clasped together, encouraging and cheering each other up.

Ye Shilang said: "A general who does not consider the right time, place, and people is a mediocre person."

For this final, Ye Shilang felt that all advantages and disadvantages, and all influencing factors should be carefully analyzed.

Any competition, whether it is an individual or a team, will involve the strategy and tactics of the competition.

A great man once said: Never fight an unprepared battle.

Since we are at odds with Yiban, we must win.

Judging from the results of the preliminaries and semi-finals, the main opponent of Class 2 is Class 1, and the competitiveness of other tracks is relatively weak. Class 1 is divided into the first lane, and Class 2 is divided into the third lane.

In a track and field race, the middle tracks will have a slight advantage. During the running process, athletes can observe the conditions of the runners on the track next to them through the corner of their eyes, reasonably allocate their physical strength, and choose when to overtake and sprint.

wait.

The second class is in the third lane, and the first class is in the first lane, so the second class has a hidden advantage.

Ye Shilang also knew this very well. For a thoughtful person like him, all influencing factors were within his scope of consideration.

After a while, the four players from class one also started to prepare, and wandered up to Ye Shilang and the others, casting contemptuous and mocking glances at them.

The leader is a sports student named Wang Mengqiang. He is over 1.8 meters tall and has very strong physical fitness. I heard that he once won the first place in the 5,000-meter long-distance running in the city and is a famous long-distance runner in Jinhai City No. 1 Middle School.

and track and field warriors.

At this time, he looked proudly at the sky, closed his eyes, and didn't even bother to look at Ye Shilang and the others.

The three guys next to him were helping out.

"Yo yo yo, isn't this Ye Shilang from Class 2?"

"Ye Shilang? I think he's a dung beetle, right? Haha..."

"What's the matter? Last year, I was so embarrassed that I didn't feel embarrassed enough. Now I'm going to die again this year. I really looked down on your class. You can still make it to the finals, but even if you make it to the finals, you'll lose, haha."

"With your strength, compared with our brother Meng Qiang, you are not good enough. The speed of the four of you combined is no match for our brother Meng Qiang." The arrogant words blurted out.

"They are too arrogant..." Zhao Tian and Hu Haiping were so angry that their teeth were itching, their fists were clenched tightly, and they wanted to rush up and beat them up.

Hai Ting is a logistics service volunteer in Class 2. While Ye Shilang and the team members were warming up, she gave everyone several cups of hot water and tissues to wipe sweat.

When she heard the provocations and unreasonable teasing from the group, she stared angrily.

"Hmph. What's so great about you? Bah..."

He turned around and encouraged Ye Shilang and the others.

"Those guys in Class 1 have gone too far, look at how arrogant they are. You guys will run around later and give them some color see see."

A trace of anger flashed across Haiting's beautiful face, and she gave the guys in class a hard look.

"Look at how awesome they are, we have to teach them a lesson, let them know that there is a world outside the world, and there are people outside the world." The little fish rattled his teeth in anger.

"Hush, let them play for a while first, and then let them be convinced." Ye Shilang was very calm at this time. As the saying goes, a arrogant soldier will be defeated, and a humble man will be arrogant.

4*100 meters, in the eyes of ordinary people, is just a small competition in the sports meeting of Jinhai City No. 1 Middle School.

But in Ye Shilang's heart, this is no ordinary game. This game is related to the honor and face of Class 2, and the dignity of Class 2 in the future.

The students in Class 2 have had enough of the contempt and ridicule from Class 1.

A man fights for his breath, and a tree loses its bark.

Ye Shilang's heart could no longer be calm, and there were a lot of turmoil at this moment.

Although the sports meeting is not a grand and spectacular war.

But the intensity of this 400-meter race is no less than a war.

This is a battle between Class 1 and Class 2.

Everyone wants to win, who doesn’t want to win?

Winning will bring flowers, honors, and rewards, while failure will leave only blame, frustration, and darkness.

…

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the 4*100m final was held on time. The weather at this time was breezy, the sun was hiding shyly in the clouds, and the sun was not very strong.

In the stands of the final, the cheerleaders and cheering team members of each class were in a passionate mood, cheering and shouting came and went, and the atmosphere reached an unprecedented height.

The two tigers are fighting each other, and the climax of the show is about to begin.

The entire audience opened their eyes and looked forward to it very much.

All 4*100m final teams are ready on each track.

At this time, Ye Shilang's face was full of murderous intent, and his last strike was very crucial.

If you don't do it, it's enough. If you do, do your best. This is Ye Shilang's consistent style after his rebirth.

In order to prevent my youth from regretting, I cherish the opportunity given by God to start over again.

"Everyone is in position, ready, run." The referee raised the starting gun, fired it, and a puff of white smoke came out.

The little fish rushed out of the starting line with a "swish", and the athletes on the 8 tracks were running as fast as arrows.

The vigorous running made the muscles on their faces tremble.

In the first thirty meters, Xiao Yuzai ran neck and neck with a group of students with special sports skills, running in the top two. After fifty meters, Xiao Yuzai gradually fell behind due to the gap in his own strength. When the baton was handed over, he was almost behind the first class.

30 meters.

The baton handover was very smooth for the second class. After the second and third batons passed, the second class quickly recovered 10 meters.

When the last baton came, Ye Shilang held the baton tightly. At this time, he was still 20 meters away from the first class.

"Come on, come on, come on..." The shouts from the stands were deafening.

The tension and fierceness of the battle in the stadium made the system in Ye Shilang's mind, the little cute baby, no longer sleepy, trembled, and a silver-white screen appeared.

"Didi didi, the host's strength attribute will be increased by 20, and the agility attribute will be increased by 20. The duration is 10 seconds."

"Damn, 10 seconds is too much, isn't it?" Ye Shilang cried in his heart.

"It's up to you. I can only help you so much, hee hee. Come on, master." The cute baby blinked his big round eyes and said.
Chapter completed!