This junior sister never knows whether she is doing good things or bad things. Tao Zhijie brushed his fingers between his eyebrows, his tangled face showing that he had nothing to say.
There were so many people in the stadium that Guodu quickly drowned out the cheers from the National Association.
Teacher Lu was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to pull He Xiangyu, and yelled into the loudspeaker with both mouths: "Yingying, surpass her——"
My mother was extremely excited. The muscles on Zhang Huayao's face twitched at the corners of his mouth.
Xie’s legs muscles are working hard on the track.
Several people running with her in the inner circle failed to keep up with her pace and were almost thrown away by her. It can be seen that her legs are terrible after the engine is started.
In the blink of an eye, the audience saw a blue whirlwind soaring on the track.
The Guodu runner who was running in fifth place was overtaken by the Blue Tornado.
In less than two seconds, the fourth student was thrown behind the blue whirlwind.
After the third classmate suffered the same fate, teachers and students in Guodu could not sit still and rushed to the side of the track to cheer for the first and second classmate: "Hurry up, she is going to catch up."
The second female classmate was sweating like a rainstorm. She dared not stop breathing due to the urging from her teacher and classmates. Her rapid breathing seemed to speed up her steps, but in fact, her rhythm was disrupted.
With the transcendent experience accumulated on the spot, and with the professional reminders from Pan and her seniors before the game, Xie Wanying's eyes caught the signs of cramps in the opponent's calves and observed the moment when the opponent's heart and lungs slowed down. Her running shoes clicked on the track and she jumped. Two flying steps.
Amazing!
When people around me saw her leaping forward like a flying swallow, a word flashed across her lips: Amazing.
If she hadn't admitted it herself, no one would have believed that she was an amateur.
It can only be said that she was stealing lessons by not rushing out in a hurry, and she transferred the spirit of stealing lessons from what she learned and sold in medicine directly to the 800-meter arena. Don’t forget, there are ready-made national second-level professional athletes on the field who can imitate and achieve miraculous results.
A group of teachers blinked when they thought of this, remembering their own experiences. Thinking about it now, the players who compete with Xie are definitely the most stressed.
The Blue Tornado aimed at the right moment and successfully overtook the car at the second turning at the end.
The people in the capital urged the first classmate even more frantically: "She's coming after her, hurry up——"
The whistling wind behind him drove the first classmate like a mad cow. Obviously, this national second-level athlete suddenly realized why today's competition was terrifying, because everyone subconsciously sensed that there was such a terrifying person chasing them: aiming at them like a cheetah, who could imitate them and carry out precise attacks on them at any time. Culling beyond.
No, don't chase me. Others can't understand the feeling of being chased like prey.
"We're almost catching up." People in the capital wailed everywhere.
One hundred meters from the finish line, the blue hurricane approaches the yellow jersey.
The calm voices of the senior cheerleaders sounded in Xie Wanying's ears.
"Don't worry, I know you can do it." Senior Brother Cao said to her.
"Breathe, breathe, breathe." Senior Chang and other orthopedic seniors probably didn't know what guidance they could give her.
More spectators flocked to the finish line.
100 meters, 90 meters, 80 meters... With a click, the running shoes stepped on the track and it sounded like a leap: over.
The blue hurricane washed away in the last 80 meters, and the yellow sportswear fell slower and slower and was left behind.
I don’t know who the cheering sounds from the capital are cheering for.
The blue jersey brushed across the finish line.
The referee pressed the stopwatch and glared: Two minutes and two seconds, surpassed, surpassed the school's men's 800-meter mark...
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