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Since Song Shuhang and Heku classmates are both running at a spurt speed, they have now pulled away from other players for nearly a lap, far ahead!

“Fake, right? When did Song Shuhang run so fast?” Lin Tubo was the first to fail to trust his eyes and exaggerated.

“This is the power of love!” Kocoum pushed the glasses, and the cold lenses reflected the sun.

Li Yangde's subconscious look toward the irresistible Lu Fei girl.

A girl with short shoulders next to Luffy's eyes suddenly lit up: "Did I say Fifi, the boy who showed muscle on the runway last time? ”

“Ha ha, should be... right.” Lu Fei's heart felt a faint sense of crisis - the flaming summer is still long, if we don't do it, more people will discover the advantages of Book Sailing, will he be robbed?

“If he was muscular on the runway last time, isn't that his fastest speed?” Short-haired girl with shoulders in low voice.

Remember how many laps the boy ran around the playground, all at a rushing speed?

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Black classmates feel that the worldview is a little crumbly. After such a long rush down, this little white face didn't blush and breathe; does it look like it has more than a swimming blade?

Impossible, this guy must be holding on.

Running like this takes a lot of energy. I don't even have the feeling that I'm going to last. My little white face is going to fall down for a little while. That's for sure.

Dark as a classmate bites his teeth while slowing his own pace slightly. After all, even he couldn't have run 5,000 meters at the speed of a punch.

“Class, you're slowing down a bit. If you keep doing that, you can't dump me a block away.” After the sound came Song Shuhang's calm voice.

“Whoo-hoo... what do you mean?” Black as a classmate gasps like a cow.

“If you want to slow down, I'm going to outpace you.” Song Shuhang was a friendly reminder that he had accelerated slightly during the conversation, dragging the distance between the two to about half a meter.

“Breathe, I was just adjusting my breath. Next thing you know, I'm gonna show you my real strength. Look, don't say it's a street. I'm gonna dump you at least two blocks away.” Blackhead's angry, he bit his teeth and began to bury his head again.

If you can hold on, rush for about three laps with his strength, then slow down and rest. Even if it's slowed down by someone else, in the last three laps, he'll be able to rebuild his strength and regain first place.

Now, most importantly, during these three rounds of sprint time, throw your little white face away so that he can see the difference between himself and himself - the difference between a long run runner and a little white face in the district!

“Roar, roar, roar.” Black classmates sprang their legs again and drooled.

The distance between him and Book Sailing, again, was one meter away.

Song Shuhang's eyes contained a smile of comfort. He followed his black classmate behind him again and ran slowly. Keep him at the same speed, keep him at a distance of one meter. Not a penny more, not a penny less.

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“Alas, why did that black guy and Song Shuhang rush to the beginning? They won't last 5,000 meters, will they?” Book navigation classmates questioned.

“And the look of the big black guy running is a little disgusting. ”

Black classmate runs like a mad deer, splashing drool makes him feel like he's spitting foam in his mouth.

Soon, after three laps.

Black classmates feel that their health is almost at a critical point, but -- he turns his head and sees that little white face is still firmly following him a meter later, not thrown away.

“How could you possibly, whoo-hoo, how could you keep up with me?” Blacky classmate is out of order: “Little white face like you, whoops ~ Why not fall down yet? Fall down! ”

Why is this guy so good at running? And there will be so much strength?!

“Classmate, it's only a little over three laps, there's nine laps left. Why are you slowing down?” Song Shuhang's voice rang again.

“Are you kidding me? You must be tired. Whoo-hoo! Don't force yourself to fall down!” Black-hearted classmates cried.

“It won't fall, I feel like I can run a long time.” Song Shuhang smiled gently: “Besides, you should also have physical strength, do you need me to help you? ”

“What do you mean? Hoo-hoo, you bastard.” Blackened by his classmates, he felt ridiculed.

Song Shuhang breathed lightly, concentrated his mental strength, and oppressed his black classmates. This is a trick for the use of mental deterrence. Song Shuhang, however, controlled the degree of mental deterrence so that black classmates could feel fear, but would not be as frightened to collapse as the beautiful teacher before.

At this time, the black classmate felt a fierce evil beast chased him behind his back, choosing him to eat.

“Ahhhhhh.” He screamed out loud and made his milk run wild.

Terrible. Terrible!

“It can still run, and it runs fast. People are always inert, and it's not physical exhaustion that makes people stop, but their consciousness‘ limits' on them, thinking that they can only rush this distance, so they slow down. In fact, it can continue to run very quickly.” Song Shuhang followed Haku's classmates, "professionally" commented.

Happy to have done another good thing?

“Come on, you're going to dump me all the way down the street.” Song Shuhang is in the back for Kuhaku classmates.

“Ahhhhh!” Blackened classmates screamed, tears, sweat, snot, saliva smudged their faces. Make him look extraordinarily fierce.

And Book Sailing is still one meter away from him.

Round and round. One more lap, one more lap!

Fear can stimulate the physical limits, and black classmates are excited at this point to develop all their potential. Five thousand meters away, under a plug called Fear, doesn't seem that far.

Everyone stared at their black classmates running like madmen.

If he keeps running like this, will he break the world record?

Running, walking tirelessly, black classmates feel their legs are already paralyzed and unconscious. It's even more painful like falling over a river in your stomach, and you want to throw up.

This is the fastest run he's ever had. And the most tiring and painful.

But hard work finally pays off - only the last half lap is left.

He's a winner. He's faster than the little white face behind him! Even if it's only a meter away!

Black classmates have come close to spitting foam in their mouths.

It's only a few steps away from the terminal. And they've gone three laps beyond the third, which is a surprising figure.

“I'm the ultimate winner!” Blacky classmates can pick up their leeway, such as the hungry wolf jumping to the finish line.

Only a dozen meters away, this is a sprint distance!

The fruit of victory is already within reach.

At this point, as he was about to rush to the finish line, a whirring wind passed by him.

So fierce and quick!

He was too fast to even see who he was dealing with.

He waited until the other person stood at the finish line and raised his hands so he could see who it was.

Black classmates' hearts and livers suddenly suck.

It's that little white face!

At this last moment, the other party erupted, passing him, faster than him, to the terminal.

“It doesn't matter if I give you the first place, but I can answer and my friends are going to win, so unfortunately I can't give you the first place.” On the finish line, Little White Face turned his head, smiled softly at him, and held his thumb up against him: “But you're a good opponent, come on, runner-up is yours! ”

The runner-up, the runner-up... it's yours, it's yours!

At this moment, the black classmate feels stuck.

“Vomit!” He finally couldn't stand it. Meanwhile, losing the champion's conviction support, his left leg was soft, he was running fast and he couldn't steady and tripped over the floor! Under sprint inertia, the whole person drags the elder distance out of the ground...

Black classmates are only three or five steps from the terminal at this time!

But this distance, for which he was simply the distance between heaven and earth, was an insurmountable divide.

Song Shuhang grabbed the back of his head and exclaimed: “Unfortunately, like a migrating migratory bird, he did not fall on a long journey, but fell on the beach before the end of the day, a good opponent. ”

Black classmates finally had dark eyes and fainted.