Xiao Lan took off her high heels, and her heels were bleeding.
But she didn't care. Instead, she smiled charmingly: "Fourth place, the results are not bad."
Without saying a word, Huang He took out a few Yunnan Baiyao band-aids from his pocket, squatted down in front of Xiao Lan, and applied them to her wounds carefully and tenderly.
Then, he frowned: "You can't wear high heels in the next round, or else I'll hug you and run away, right?"
"No, I'm not that pretentious yet." Xiao Lan stretched out her hand covered with beautiful nail polish and touched Huang He's face, her smile not diminishing.
Yuan Qingli heard the conversation and cursed in her heart. She was hiding her strength.
Bo Zijin, who was in second place, was only half a second behind Du Ruoyuan.
Yuan Qingli sighed silently, he was indeed a domineering president, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and his speed was as fast as that of a sports boy.
It would probably be faster if I changed my equipment.
Some people are happy and some are worried.
Zhou Yueying's face turned pale in an instant. She was the second to last one to reach the finish line, her fingers kept digging into her palms, nervousness and fear were always lingering on her side.
If the criterion for winning or losing the game was to add up the two running times, she would be doomed.
Compared to Zhou Yueying's uneasiness, Lu Xingyun was surprisingly calm.
Several people speculated that he was paralyzed with fear. But Yuan Qingli saw full confidence in his eyes.
As for herself, she has been thinking about a question.
Is it really as simple as just running?
The person who runs last will definitely lose?
If so, what is the penalty?
The information given by the system is really too little.
Just as Yuan Qingli was thinking, if it was really a matter of running length, then she would have to do something unscrupulous in the second round.
The system does not stipulate that players cannot run on other tracks, nor does it stipulate that players cannot interfere with each other.
Therefore, when it’s time to take action, you have to lock your conscience in a dark room.
[Players please stand at the finish line and prepare for the second round of the game——]
Are you going to run straight back?
Nothing seems to have changed, as if it has been restarted.
What has changed is that some people are confident, while others are anxious.
Yuan Qingli looked forward, her pupils shrinking suddenly.
The originally narrow runway suddenly became wider, with each runway being a full 1.8 meters wide.
And there are four huge round iron rings hanging out of thin air on the runway.
In addition to the hanging hoops, there are also jumping disks placed on the track. These obstacles are found on every track.
It’s hard not to think of something about the circus.
Yuan Qingli's anxiety became more and more intense.
Nervous and terrifying music suddenly sounded like an explosion in my ears.
【Ding! 】
[The tigers under the animal trainer Hualulu broke out of the cage last night, and now they have become extremely ferocious after being hungry for a day. 】
【Notice! You are about to become their prey! 】
【careful! careful! careful! 】
Beautiful Chinese words flowed through everyone's hearts.
[Players are asked to run hard to the finish line after hearing the "ding" sound. As long as they break the first running record, they will be victorious]
...
Du Ruoyuan was dumbfounded and shouted: "Damn it! Why! Why didn't you tell me earlier! You are so fucking crazy, you are changing the rules of the game!"
He had just tried his best to run so fast when there were no obstacles. Now, not only was there a fierce tiger chasing him behind him, but there were also obstacles in front of him.
How could he possibly break the record?
This game just wants him dead!
Bo Zijin's eyebrows turned cold and he slowly said: "Noisy."
Du Ruoyuan's eyes were red with anger. Hearing Bo Zijin's hateful speech, he was so angry that he shouted: "Shut up! If I die, you can't get any benefits. Your grades are not much different from mine." ? I don’t believe you can break your own record.”
Yuan Qingli, a melon-eater, looked away, and then heard the beautiful words of the boss.
"Who are you? I need you to teach me how to do things. The only one who can defeat me is myself."
Lu Xingyun shouted from the air: "Well said, it conforms to the rules of the game."
Yuan Qingli: This guy... wins by lying down. I ran so slowly just now, but no matter how hard I try, as long as I don't get caught up by the tiger, I can break my own record in a matter of minutes.
