This junior sister never knows whether she is doing good things or bad things. Tao Zhijie rubbed his fingers between his eyebrows, his tangled face showed that he had nothing to say.
There were so many people in the stadium that the National Association's cheers were quickly drowned out.
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——"
His 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.
The few people running with her in the inner circle were unable to keep up with her pace and were almost thrown away by her. This shows how terrifying her legs were after the engine was 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 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 couldn’t sit still and rushed to the side of the track to cheer for the first and second classmate: "Hurry up, she is about 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. She transferred the spirit of stealing lessons from what she learned and sold in medicine directly to the 800-meter field. Don't forget, there are ready-made national second-level professional athletes on the field.
You can imitate it and the results will be miraculous.
A group of teachers blinked when they thought of this, remembering their past experiences. Thinking about it now, the players who competed with Xie were definitely the most stressed.
The Blue Tornado aimed at the right time 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 event was terrifying, because everyone subconsciously sensed that there was such a terrifying person.
Chased by people: Aim at them like a cheetah, you can imitate them, and accurately kill and surpass them at any time.
No, don't chase them. Others can't understand the feeling of being chased like prey.
"We're almost catching up." People in the capital wailed all over the place.
One hundred meters from the finish line, the blue hurricane approached 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 was like a leaping sound: 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 cheers from the capital are cheering for.
Blue sweatshirts brush across the finish line.
The referee pressed the stopwatch and glared: Two minutes and two seconds, over, over the school's men's 800-meter mark...