Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

“I advise you to give up. You can't run away from me on this.” Luo Zifeng turned his face and looked at the boy who was two steps behind.

“Leave more energy for yourself.” He glanced at him softly, his cool voice sounded, and then, the next second, he crossed over.

Luo Zifeng, "....”

He was reluctant to catch up weakly.

Two figures on the runway you chased me.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ”

“Come on, Luo Zifeng. ”

“Song Ning, Song Ning, go. ”

The girls cheered.

With the passing of time, Song Ning and Luo Zifeng have run to 5,000 meters.

There is still no sign of anyone falling in the wind.

The lesson rings at this time.

Students who were still waiting for results, especially girls, could not help but turn away in love.

“You said Song Ning and Luo Zifeng who would win. ”

“I don't know, but just looking at the face, I think Song Ning is more in line with my male god standards. The more handsome I really look, the more durable it is. Cold but not arrogant, especially the clavicle and fingers, the fried chicken looks good. Every time I walked past their class, Song Ning turned the page and looked into his eyes, and it exploded. ”

“It's hard to say... I really want to see the last...”

The referee boy wanted to cry without tears. He stood in place, wondering if he should or should not go.

Luo Zifeng gasped and glanced at each other.

Bite your teeth.

This guy...

Looks like he underestimated him.

Song Ning's eyes looked forward, his footsteps remained the same, his gaze forward.

Slightly upside down in the chest, breathing is still not messy.

Both sides continue to compete with each other.

After running to eight kilometers.

There is still no great distance between Luo Zifeng and Song Ning.

The former had a slight shock in his heart, but how could he possibly be convinced to lose?

Only 2,000 meters left.

He must let Song Ning lose the game.

Luo Zifeng speeded up the pace and surpassed the other party.

The hair in front of the forehead was soaked with sweat, the clean face remained white, the boy's face had no expression, but the eyes were unexpectedly calm and calm.

“Song Ning, this victory is mine.” Luo Zifeng turned his face and looked at each other, biting his teeth off and making the final sprint.

A thousand meters.

500 meters.

300 meters.

Just when he thought Song Ning had been dumped far away, Luo Zifeng looked back unexpectedly and his face was a little stiff.

But soon.

He cursed low.

With only 150 meters left, a figure surpassed him.

Luo Zifeng bites his teeth and catches up with each other hard.

But Song Ning did not give this opportunity at all.

For the second time, Luo Zifeng felt that frustration, and he could only watch the other party take the lead before he reached the finish line.

“... Song Ning wins.” The boy who stood there seemed to have just remembered his mission and hurried to blow a whistle.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Luo Zifeng's anger and frustration all erupted the moment the man got the championship.

Due to excessive energy consumption, he fell hard on the ground.

He gasped for breath.

Still a little hard to believe.

I can't believe I'm losing or the same person's hand.

Slight footsteps rang around him.

Luo Zifeng raised his eyelids.

The boy dropped his curtain slightly and looked at him, "Satisfied with what you saw? ”

When Luo Zifeng looked at each other as a winner, he felt his self-esteem had been insulted. Besides, he is half tired, why is this man just sweating, not half a wolf.