Zhao Biao looked ahead calmly, his eyes filled with a hole.

Damn, I was actually overtaken!

"whispering sound--"

"Zhao Biao, can you be more serious?"

There was a lot of cheers.

After hearing this, Zhao Biao swayed his arms quickly and his muscles began to tense. If even the girl couldn't run away, wouldn't it be looked down upon?

He began to exert force, and everyone could see that Zhao Biao was accelerating, and the cheers of the first class became more and more enthusiastic.

Ou Ye was taken to the infirmary by two male classmates, leaving Fang Duo to support the venue. Seeing that Class A was so arrogant, she immediately refused to give in, "Students, Sheng Yang, a girl, has come on stage. What reason do we have not to cheer for her?"

"Yes!" The girls were so excited that their eyes were twitching. Sheng Yang was really a role model among girls.

The boys began to feel ashamed of not making a quick decision to play for Ou Ye just now, and now they turned this guilt into strength.

The roars and shouts were like mountains of slums, suppressing the group strongly, leaving them with no power to resist.

"What? The game is not comparable to this. It depends on who can win in the end?" A girl muttered in a low voice, then looked at Sheng Yue, "Yueyue, do you think so?"

Sheng Yue nodded slightly, but her eyes still did not move away from the track.

To be honest, Zhao Biao is a student of track and field, while Sheng Yang is just a small mountain village girl. These two are completely incomparable.

But why did she feel a faint feeling of anxiety in her heart?

After watching for so long, it was obvious that Zhao Biao had accelerated, but the gap did not tend to narrow. Was she thinking too much?

Han Jingyu also pursed his lips and looked at him with a heavy look. His absolute sensitivity to numbers not only made him see that the gap has not narrowed, but he also saw that Zhao Biao's running speed is far beyond his usual level.

Then that girl...

Han Jingyu's eyes were like a deep pool, and he could not see the depth.

Seeing that the finish line was about to arrive, Zhao Biao never caught up with Sheng Yang, and the group of people became anxious.

"Zhao Biao, are you here?"

"What kind of gentlemanly demeanor is mentioned at this time?"

"Zhao Biao, if you don't run first, just wait!"

Zhao Biao was so anxious that he thought about it, but he clearly saw the gap narrowing several times just now, and there was hope for victory, but he saw that the gap widened again.

The other party easily controlled the distance and deliberately teased him. No matter how he looked, it seemed like he was playing with a mouse.

Realizing this possibility, Zhao Biao became even more angry. How could he lose to a girl? She was still playing tricks on her?

As a result, his speed was getting faster and faster, but he could not change this decline that was controlled by others.

In the final sprint stage, Sheng Yang's eyes were serious and he suddenly accelerated, and the gap was widened.

"Dong--" crossed the finish line.

Fang Duo handed over a glass of water as soon as possible, "Yangyang, drink water."

"Yeah." She was just gasping for a little while, and sweat flowed down her beautiful white and tender swan neck. The perfect curve added to the gracefulness of the girl, which was amazingly beautiful.

Class 7 was completely unstoppable at this time and was unstoppable.

The first class surrounded Zhao Biao, who was holding his knees and gasping for a while, and no one handed the water. On the contrary, they were all scolding him.

"Zhao Biao, what's wrong with you?"

"You shouldn't use mercy on this time."
Chapter completed!