"Hurry, hurry, hurry... the 4X400 relay race is about to begin! I'm so nervous! I don't know which class will win!"

"The favorite to win this time is the Guomao Class 1. Their class president, Fu Yangxu, is so handsome! I have been following him for several days, and he can get the rankings in basically all running races. I heard he is a national second-level athlete.

!”

"Huh? Didn't I say that Lin Feng is also on the field? He is so good, he can definitely take first place, right?"

"This is a relay race! The Guomao Class (1) has the strongest overall strength, and basically the championship belongs to them..."

…

The contestants were already in their respective positions, and even the audience became nervous. Everyone was discussing which class would win this relay race.

"Teacher Wang, the freshmen in your School of Economics this year are all amazing! The two classes currently tied for first place in the sports meeting are both from your School of Economics! In this relay race, it is also the Guomao (1) class that is the favorite to win the championship.

!”

In the audience, the freshmen counselors and teachers from several other departments looked at Wang Yajun with envy and said congratulations.

"It's all about the students' hard work, but isn't the spirit of sports competitions all about friendship first and competition second?"

Wang Yajun was also slightly happy in her heart. She looked over and saw Lin Feng, who was standing at the last position, couldn't help shouting down: "Lin Feng, come on!"

Beep!

The referee blew the whistle to start the relay race, and a total of twenty class players were shot out like arrows.

Because this is a 400-meter relay race, each player is only responsible for running one lap of 400 meters, so everyone did not conserve their energy and sprinted forward.

"Come on! The economics () class will win!"

"International Trade (Class 1) is number one... Come on!"

"Rush! Come on..."

…

On the playground, cheerleaders from all classes cheered and the atmosphere was great. All the players were sweating profusely and running hard towards the front under the bright sun.

However, the strength of the players in the first leg seems to be about the same. Except for the players from the Guomao Class (1) who are slightly ahead by about ten meters, the first players from other classes are all in the same position, resulting in the players from the Guomao Class (1) bearing the brunt.

, and others are considered to be a large army.

"Well done! Class 1 of China International Trade Center, we will always strive for first place!"

"Economics () class, come on! Fight for first place..."

…

The first player in the Economics () class is deputy squad leader Zhao Zhong. His explosive power is already pretty good, but compared with the player in the International Trade (1) class, he is still a little behind.

The lap was almost over, and the first leg of the Guomao Class (1) widened the gap. Compared with the rest of the group, they were almost fifty meters ahead.

However, Zhao Zhong was holding his breath and determined to win today, so when there was still about 100 meters left, he rushed forward with all his strength, stood out from the large group, and tried to shorten the time with the Guomao Class (1) players.

distance.

"Asshole! Hurry! Hurry up a little faster... Zhao Zhong is about to catch up..."

Seeing that the handover was about to take place, Zhao Zhong could not be allowed to rush forward, so the second baton of the Guomao (1) class hurriedly rushed the first baton. The first baton looked back and saw that Zhao Zhong was struggling to narrow the gap and accelerated again, and finally ended up with

With a lead of almost forty meters, the first baton was handed over.

"Okay! That's great. I'm 40 meters ahead of Lin Feng's class in the first leg. If this trend continues, by the time I get here, I'll be 100 meters ahead of them even if I'm not 200 meters ahead of them."

Fu Yangxu, who was always watching the situation, looked smug, looked at Lin Feng who was standing not far away from him, and said with a smile: "Lin Feng, your class will definitely lose this time. Did you see that? The first shot

We're just forty meters behind, let's see how you catch up... I'm telling you, this gap will continue to widen in the future!"

"Oh? Then we'll see!"

Lin Feng sneered and didn't take it seriously. As long as the three sticks in his class were not lagging behind by a full circle, he would be able to turn the tide. Let Fu Yangxu, the idiot, be proud for a while. How proud is he now?

, I felt so confused after a while.

"Oops! Gou Sheng, come on...fuck...it's up to you...hurry up! hurry up..."

Zhao Zhong, who has the best explosive power among the three, is already 40 meters behind. Although he currently seems to be in second place and other classes are slower, Gou Sheng and Fang Wei behind Zhao Zhong are running much faster than him.

There are many, and the players in the Guomao Class (1) and even other classes are relatively powerful in the second and third classes.

"What should we do? It's over! This time, when the fourth baton is passed to the squad leader's hands, won't it be half a circle slower?" Zhao Zhong bent down panting, but his heart was already cold, feeling that this

I think I'm going to lose the relay race once.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful Lin Feng is, can he still turn around when he is so far behind?

"Go ahead! Class 1 of the International Trade Center, first! First..."

Sure enough, the situation in the next two runs was not beyond Zhao Zhong's expectation. Even though Gou Sheng and Fang Wei used all their strength, they were almost the slowest among all the runners. Even at the beginning

Zhao Zhong's slightest advantage was not maintained.

Gou Sheng was 50 meters behind the second baton of Guomao Class (1), Fang Wei was further behind, and it was about to hand over the baton. He was a full 70 meters away from the first Guomao Class (1), plus Zhao Zhong at the beginning

Just 40 meters behind, the economics () class was actually 160 meters behind, almost at the back of the entire group.

"Wow! That's third best. Hey... isn't Lin Feng's economics () class the favorite to win the championship? Why is the economics () class ranked second to last?"

"It's true! I didn't pay attention just now! When the Economics () class reached the third level, it was already on the bottom!"

"Oops! The first place in the International Trade (1) class is about to hand over to the fourth team, and the third team in the Economics () class has just finished running. The gap is too big..."

"It seems that this time, the first place will definitely be from the International Trade (1) class. I am also looking forward to seeing Lin Feng's counterattack! This time it is probably unlikely..."

…

The 400-meter relay race was too fast. Before everyone could get enough of it, it was already the handover of the fourth leg. At this time, the Guomao (1) class was too far ahead, almost 70 points ahead of the second-place class.

meters, as for Fang Wei, who was leading the economic () class, it was almost half a lap.

There is no way, who asked them to participate in the competition? Several of them are professional athletes! In terms of explosive power, they are definitely second to none. Soon, the fourth member of the China World Trade Center (1) class came.

"Haha! Lin Feng, did you see it? The strength of our class is absolutely overwhelming to crush you. I am about to set off on my fourth run. And you... I guess after I reach the finish line, you haven't...

Let’s start!”

Seeing that the fourth team member of his class was coming soon, Fu Yangxu shouted proudly that in his opinion, his class had already won this game.

"Squad leader! It's up to you, we must be first!"

The third baton from the Guomao Class (1) ran over and handed over the baton to Fu Yangxu. Fu Yangxu turned around gracefully and ran out quickly. Although he thought he was sure to win, he failed before reaching the finish line.

He is still not careless, but he is always paying attention to the situation behind him.

"Oops! I didn't see it. Look... the last leg of the fastest Guomao Class (1) has already started, and Lin Feng's side is still half a lap away!"

"It seems that this time, Lin Feng has no way to turn the tide..."

"I thought it would be such a fierce competition! It was an overwhelming victory for Class 1 of China International Trade Center!"

"No wonder, the International Trade Class (1) is really strong! I hope you don't meet them during the school sports meeting..."

…

After Fu Yangxu's fourth leg started, all the spectators in the stands and on the playground felt that the International Trade Center (1) class had definitely won. After all, Lin Feng's class was so far behind.

Immediately afterwards, other contestants also handed over the last baton to sprint, but Fang Wei from the economics () class arrived belatedly and handed the baton to Lin Feng with an apologetic look on his face as if he was about to cry.

"Squad leader! I'm sorry, I... we ran too slow..."

"It's okay! Fang Wei, isn't this game over yet? It's not yet certain who will win and who will lose! You have done a good job, now it's up to me!"

At this time, the handover baton was in Lin Feng's hands. However, Fu Yangxu, who was in first place, had almost completed half a lap, and only had the last two hundred meters left. He could sprint in less than half a minute.

Son.

"Haha! I finally want to beat that guy Lin Feng once. Let's see if he is still convinced this time..."

Just when Fu Yangxu was proudly making his final sprint, he suddenly heard the exclamations from the entire audience.

"Fuck! So fast... Look! It's Lin Feng, how can he run so fast..."

"Nah! Is this still a human? An afterimage! This speed completely kills those professional runners in the 100-meter race..."

"Catching...caught up, it only took more than ten seconds!"

…

The finish line was right in front of him. Fu Yangxu felt the shocked eyes of the audience and suddenly felt something was wrong. When he looked back slightly, he was shocked.

"Lin Feng, he actually... caught up with him?"

At this moment, Lin Feng had already caught up from behind Fu Yangxu. When Fu Yangxu realized it, it was already too late. The important point was still more than ten meters away, but he could no longer increase his speed.

He watched Lin Feng really rush forward like a crusher.

In just one second, Lin Feng overtook him from behind.

In the second second, Lin Feng broke through the finish line!

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