"You should have won this competition." Yan Yan called Jing Yan and the Yun family together.
"Master, we have tried our best." Local students from the Yun family and Jingyan expressed their opinions one after another, "We have used all our energy to feed the baby."
"You really tried your best, I'm pleased about this." A smile appeared on Yan Yan's face.
Then he sighed sternly and said with a serious expression: "You had the upper hand at first, why were you still defeated by the other party?"
"That's because you didn't work together," he glanced at everyone sternly and sighed: "If you took the opportunity to work hard when you had the upper hand, wouldn't you have won the victory?"
Everyone couldn't help but lower their heads. Tang Guanghui and the other three looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh.
Indeed, if they work together with the Yun brothers, it is indeed possible to defeat each other in one fell swoop.
At this point, he glanced at Jingyan's local sternly and said sternly: "To say the least, we are still not working together. When brothers work together, their strength is as strong as gold; when classmates work together, their strength is as strong as gold."
"I hope you will work together next time, otherwise we will still fail." He looked at everyone seriously and asked, "Did you hear that?"
"I heard it, Master." Everyone shouted sparsely, and their voices were weak.
Master Yan couldn't help but get angry and reprimanded: "The voice was too quiet, I didn't hear it."
"Brothers work together and their strength is as strong as gold; classmates work together and their strength is as strong as gold." The students shouted loudly.
Master Yan couldn't help stroking his gray beard, showing a smile, and then said sternly: "I hope you can not only say it, but also do it."
After taking a break for a stick of incense, the two classes will have a second game, a relay race.
Tianzi Class A must win this game, otherwise they will be eliminated early.
However, each of them is not as good as the other, what should I do?
The length of the relay race is fifty feet, so there is no problem in running down it. The key is speed.
The first shot is very critical, everything is difficult at the beginning.
Which one will run first? No one knows this.
Yun Muhe stood up and was willing to take the first shot.
Yun Muhe reacted very quickly during the tug-of-war competition, which was noticed by his classmates in Class A of Tianzi and Yan Fuzi.
But this is a relay race. It is not a test of physical strength but a test of foot strength. Can he do it?
The eyes of everyone in Tianzi Class A were focused on Yun Muhe, not on his feet.
Master Yan looked at Yun Muhe's opponent. The student in Huang Ziding's class was taller than Yun Muhe.
His legs were obviously longer than Yun Muhe's, which made Master Yan couldn't help but secretly worry about Yun Muhe.
Mou Ziyi's whistle had just blown, and Yun Muhe had already shot out like a bow and arrow.
Not only did he react very quickly at the beginning, but his pace was also getting faster and faster.
In contrast, Yun Muhe's opponents reacted less well than him.
But this person has another advantage. Although he is not as fast as Yun Muhe at the beginning, his strides are bigger.
Yun Muhe's classmates couldn't help but cheer and cheered. At the same time, they stared closely at the two and discovered their characteristics.
Although Yun Muhe's stride was not as good as the other's, the frequency of his steps was obviously faster than the other's.
Yun Muhe panted and ran to Tang Guanghui, who was at least a foot ahead of him.
An accident happened. When Tang Guanghui saw the stick that the other party was reaching for, he didn't even reach out.
At this critical moment, he actually considered whether to accept the call or not.
"Hurry up and take over!" Someone shouted from behind. This person was none other than Mou Ziyi's grandson Mou Changting.
Tang Guanghui subconsciously took the cloud wood and the wooden stick in his hand, but it was too late.
While he was catching the cloud wood and the wooden stick in his hand, the other party also took the stick almost at the same time.
Although Tang Guanghui ran away, it was too late.
During his hesitation, Yun Mu and all his efforts were almost wasted.
Everyone, including Luo Pinghe and Hou Bowen, had murderous eyes and wanted to kill him.
"When brothers work together, their strength is as strong as gold; when classmates work together, their strength is as strong as gold," Master Yan came over immediately and shouted to the local students in Jingyan,
The local students in Jingyan all lowered their heads at this time. Tang Yonghui was so embarrassed.
"At this critical moment, you are still thinking about your personal grudges," Master Yan said harshly, "If there are still people like this, I don't want to teach you."
When Luo Pinghe, Hou Bowen and others heard this, they were shocked and immediately raised their chests and shouted: "Brothers working together, their strength is as strong as gold; classmates working together, their strength is as strong as gold!"
While Tang Guanghui was running, he felt extremely regretful.
Although he tried his best, because he was not as tall as the opponent, the gap between him and the opponent became wider and wider.
It started out as one foot, but in the end it was a foot away.
Yun Muke had already bent forward to wait for the wooden stick in his hand. Before Tang Guanghui reached out, he had already grabbed it and shot it out like an arrow.
Everyone in Tianzi Class A's heart skipped a beat. They were already ten feet behind.
"If we can catch up, we have to look at Yun Muke." Luo Pinghe said to Hou Bowen.
Yun Muhe, who was resting, opened his mouth and wanted to fight back, but finally closed it.
He thought in his mind: "Does the Yun family inherently owe you Jingyan Local?"
But he also knew that he must not say this.
Yun Muke felt as if his chest was on fire and kept blowing the bellows.
He couldn't breathe easily, so he had to open his mouth and breathe hard.
He had no idea but one idea, which was to hand over the stick in his hand to his classmate as soon as possible.
He didn't care how fast his opponent ran or the cheers of his classmates.
When he handed the stick in his hand to Mou Changting, he felt weak and fell to the ground.
When Yun Muke fell to the ground, he heard cheers and then fainted.
The cheers turned into exclamations, and Chen Jie, a doctor from the security team, immediately stepped forward to rescue him.
Seeing that Yun Muke fainted in order to catch up with him, all his classmates burst into tears.
Luo Pinghe and Hou Bowen looked at each other, wiped their tears and said, "Yunmu really tried his best. I hope nothing will happen to him."
"Fortunately, Yunmu can fight hard, and now it's evened out. Now it's up to Mou Changting." Hou Bowen also wiped his tears and said.
Mou Changting also felt that his chest was on fire and his breathing was extremely difficult, so he had to open his mouth.
When he handed the wooden stick in his hand to Yun Mushui, he felt his feet go weak and fell to the ground immediately.
What made him miserable was that his calf muscles were constantly twitching and causing severe pain.
"Although Yun Muke fainted, he was worth it." Yan Fuzi also wiped his tears and said, "After all, we are finally tied with the opponent."
Mou Ziyi nodded, worried about him, and stepped forward to ask Cheng Jie: "How is Yun Muke's condition?"
"There's no big problem. It's just that I've exerted too much force and my pulse is a little fast. I'll get better after a day of rest. My pulse is a little fast." Cheng Jie let go of Yun Muke's hand and nodded. Mou Ziyi looked at Mou Changting sitting on the ground and said, "I wonder how Changting is doing?"
Cheng Jie hurriedly took the wooden box to Mou Changting and immediately took his pulse.
Mou Ziyi held his left hand tightly with his right hand and looked at Cheng Jie without blinking, obviously very nervous.
"He rarely runs, right?" Cheng Jie rubbed Mou Changting's calf and raised his head to Mou Ziyi.
Mou Ziyi thought for a moment and said, "He likes reading, but he doesn't like running very much."
"He doesn't usually run much. This time he overexerted himself and got cramps." Cheng Jie patted Mou Changting's calf and said, "It will be fine soon."
Hearing that it was a cramp, Mou Ziyi finally breathed a sigh of relief and thought, if Mou Changting is free, he should let him run more.
Mou Ziyi was in a happy mood. His grandson performed far better than Tang Guanghui and was not pulled down.
He was happy, but Master Yan's face was serious, even heavy.
They have already lost the first game. If they lose this game, they will be eliminated by the opponent.
Yun Mushui kept his eyes straight ahead and turned a deaf ear to his classmates' cries.
He spread his thighs as much as possible and lowered his body as much as possible so that he could run faster.
He felt the figures around him move away like arrows. He opened his mouth, inhaled desperately, and shook his hands desperately.
As he ran and followed, he felt pain on both sides of his chest, and there was also a faint pain in his stomach.
However, Yun Mushui had no time to think about this, as his mind was ahead.
Suddenly he felt the stick in his hand loosen, and he couldn't help but fall to the ground with his hands on his stomach.
Cheng Jie hurriedly came over to feel his pulse. While feeling his pulse, he asked, "Don't you usually run much?"
Yun Mushui was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he just nodded.
Cheng Jie rubbed Yun Mushui for about a hundred breaths and said, "You don't run much, which causes uneven distribution of blood vessels, and that's why you have stomach pain."
After he finished rubbing it, he looked at Yun Mushui and asked, "How do you feel?"
"I feel much better. Thank you, Doctor Cheng." Yun Mushui was able to stand up at this time and hurriedly bowed his hands.
Mou Ziyi said to Master Yan at this time: "Congratulations, congratulations, now we are more than ten feet ahead."
"Changting performed well and he laid a good foundation." Yan Fuzi said hurriedly.
Mou Ziyi shook his head, stroked his beard and said, "Chang Ting just didn't get separated by the opponent. The real strength is the three Yun family, each of them has the ability to keep the opponent a foot away."
"It's a pity, they either fainted or had stomach pains." Yan Yan shook his head and said with some heartache, "They are just trying their best."
"They are indeed working hard and working together." Mou Ziyi said while stroking his beard and looking at the three of them.
"Changting is also united." Yan Yan first raised his voice and then suppressed it, then sighed and said, "It's a pity that the advantage that Yun Muhe had gained through hard work was wasted by Tang Guanghui."
"The Yun family is indeed more united than Tang Guanghui and others, and they performed well today." Mou Ziyi could not blame the local students in Jingyan, so he had to work hard to show off the Yun family students.
He nodded sternly and said, "Fortunately, the two students from the Yun family tried their best to catch up and surpassed us by more than ten feet, otherwise we would most likely lose today."
Having said this, Yan Yan showed a fierce look and wished he could criticize Tang Guanghui and beat him up.
"The students from the Yun family are generally better at running than the Jingyan students," Mou Ziyi said while observing the situation on the field.
"Suzhi (stern word)," he suddenly asked out of curiosity, "They are your students. What's the reason?"
