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Since both Song Shuhang and the black classmates are running at the speed of sprinting, they have already opened a short distance with other players and are far ahead!

"Fake it? When did Song Shuhang run so fast, can he still run like this?" Lin Tubo first thanked his own eyes and exaggerated.

"This is... the power of love!" Gao Moumou pushed the glasses, and the cold lenses refracted the sun.

Li Yangde’s subconscious mind is not only Lu Fei’s sister.

Lu Fei’s girl with short shoulders and a short hair suddenly blinked: “I said Fifi, is the book student the last time the guy who showed his muscles on the runway?”

"Haha, it should be... yes." Lu Fei’s heart was filled with a faint sense of crisis. The summer was still very long. If you don’t start, more people will discover the advantages of the book, will he be taken away?

"If he was the last muscle on the runway, isn't this speed the fastest?" The shoulder-length short-haired girl whispered.

I remember that the boy was running around the playground and didn’t know how many laps he was running at the speed of the sprint?

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The black classmates felt that the world view was a bit broken. After so long sprinting down, this little white face turned out to be not red, not breathing; it seems to be more than enough?

Impossible, this guy must be strong.

Running like this, it consumes a lot of energy. I have the feeling that I can't keep going. The little white face must go down for a while and it will fall down. It must be like this.

Black students bite their teeth and slow their pace a little. After all, even if he is, it is impossible to run five kilometers at the speed of the sprint.

"Classmate, your speed has slowed down a bit. If you go on like this, you can't slap me a street." After the sound, Song Shuhang's calm voice came.

"Huh... what do you mean?" The black classmates gasped like cows.

"If you want to slow down, I will overtake you." Song Shuhang was very friendly. He spoke a little faster and he pulled the distance between the two to half a meter.

"Huh, I just adjusted my breath. Then I will come up with my true strength. You look at it, let alone be a street. I am at least you two or more streets." He gritted his teeth and began to work hard again.

Can hold on, sprint with his physical strength for about three laps, and then slow down the pace to rest. Even if it is slowed down, it will be overtaken by others, but in the last three laps, he will be able to regain his physical strength and regain his first place.

Now, the most important thing is to completely open the little white face in the three laps of the sprint time, let him see the gap with himself - the gap between the long-distance runner and a small white face!

"Hey." The black classmates ran wildly and slobbered.

The distance between him and the book flight was once again pulled to a distance of one meter.

Song Shuhang's eyes are filled with a gratifying smile, and once again behind the dark classmates, they ran slowly. Keep the same speed as him, maintaining a distance of one meter. Not more than one point and not too much.

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"Hey, how did the dark guy and Song Shuhang sprinted at the beginning? Do they insist on less than five kilometers?" asked the students of Shuhang.

"And it looks a bit disgusting when the **** man runs up."

The black classmates rushed like a crazy deer, and the splash of saliva made him feel like foaming at the mouth.

Soon, the three laps were finished.

The black classmates felt that their physical strength was already reaching the critical point, but - when he turned his head, he could see that the little white face was still firmly behind him and he was not opened.

"How is it possible, screaming, why are you still able to keep up with me?" The black classmates were extremely upset: "Like a white face like you, screaming ~ Why don't you fall down? You will fall down for me!"

Why is this guy running like this? And will there be such a lot of physical strength? !

"Students, only a little more than three laps, there are nine laps, why slow down?" Song Shuhang's voice rang again.

"Just kidding, you should be very tired, screaming ~ don't force yourself, hurry down!" Black classmate called.

"I won't fall, I feel I can run for a long time." Song Shuhang said with a gentle smile: "In addition, you should also have physical strength, need me to help you?"

"What do you mean? Huh ~ you bastard." Black is so angry that he feels ridiculed.

Song Shuhang took a light breath, condensed his mental strength, and oppressed his classmates. This is a trick to use mental shock. However, Song Shuhang controls the degree of mental shock, so that black students can feel the fear, but it will not be scared to collapse like the beautiful teacher.

At this time, the dark classmates felt that there was a fierce beast behind him chasing him behind him, and he wanted to choose him to eat.

"Ah, ah, ah," he yelled, rushing out of the milk.

So terrible, so terrible!

"Sure enough, I can continue to run, and I run very fast. People always have inertia. It is not the physical exhaustion that makes people stop. It is the 'restriction' of their own consciousness. They think they can only sprint this. Distance, so I slowed down. In fact, I can continue to run very fast." Song Shuhang followed the black classmates, very 'professional' evaluation.

Have done a good thing again, is it really pleasant?

"Come on, you have to marry me a man on the street." Song Shuhang cheered for the black classmates in the back.

"Ah, ah!" The black classmate shouted, tears, sweat, nose, and saliva. Make him look extraordinarily fierce.

Book Air is still one meter away from him.

One circle, another circle. Another lap, another round!

Fear can irritate people's physical limits, and black students are motivated at this time. The distance of five kilometers, under the name of fear, does not seem so far away.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the dark classmates who were running like crazy animals.

If he runs like this again, will it break the world record?

Running wildly, untiringly taking steps, the black classmates felt that their legs were already paralyzed and unconscious. The abdomen is more uncomfortable like a river, so I want to vomit.

This is the fastest time he has ever run. It is also the most tiring and painful one.

But the hard work is finally rewarding - only the last half of the circle.

He is the winner, he is faster than the little white face behind him! Even, only one meter faster!

The black classmates are already close to the mouth foaming.

It is only a few steps away from the terminal. And they have surpassed the third player's full three-way distance, which is a surprising amount of data.

"I am the ultimate winner!" The black classmates rushed to the side, such as the hungry wolf to the finish line.

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

The fruits of victory are at your fingertips.

At this moment, as he was about to rush to the end, a figure like a whistling wind blew through him.

So crazy and quick!

The speed is too fast, he can't even see who the other person is.

He waited until the other party stood up to the end and raised his hands. He only saw who it was.

The heart of the black classmates was sore in a flash.

It is that little white face!

At this last moment, the other party broke out, calmly surpassed him, faster than him, and arrived at the terminal.

"It wouldn't matter if this first place was given to you, but I can answer my friend to win, so unfortunately, I can't give this first place to you." At the finish line, Xiaobai turned his head. He smiled at him with a hearty smile and gave him a thumbs up: "But you are a very good opponent, come on, the runner is yours!"

Runner-up, runner-up... is yours, it is yours!

At this moment, the dark classmates felt good.

"Voof!" He couldn't stand it in the belly of the river. At the same time, he lost the support of the champion, his left leg was soft, he was unable to step on the steadily running, and fell to the ground! Under the sprint inertia, the whole person dragged the long distance on the ground...

At this time, the black students are only from the terminal - three or five steps away!

But this distance, at this time, he is simply the distance between heaven and earth, a gap that cannot be crossed.

Song Shuhang grabbed the back of his head and sighed: "It's a pity, like a migratory bird, not falling on a long journey, but falling down on the beach before the end, it is a good opponent."

The black classmates finally had a black eye and fainted.