League of Legends Invincible Lottery System

Chapter 785: Su Ming is going to die

The first, the second, the third, the fourth...

Su Ming was rushing all the way, constantly surpassing. He, who was originally ranked first from the bottom, surpassed one after another, and he surpassed one person in a few seconds.

"Fuck, did you see that guy? He ran too hard."

"Is this guy in Class 4 of the third year of high school running so fast?"

"What's so special, it's the fifth one. He has already surpassed the fifth person. Isn't this too abnormal?"

In such a fast-paced race, the top talents are the easiest to pay attention to, but the situation is different at this moment.

Everyone's eyeballs were all attracted by a pervert, Su Ming.

"come on! Come on!"

At first it was the 4th group of Su Ming who were taking the lead and shouting desperately, but they turned out to cheer Su Ming on all the other people. Watching Su Ming surpass one opponent after another, that kind of cheerful feeling, It seems that everyone's blood is boiling, which is really exciting.

"The last one is left!"

At this time, I don't know who shouted, Su Ming has already passed the second-ranked guy, and now there is only one person in front of Su Ming. You only need to pass him, and Su Ming is the first.

Without any reservations from Su Ming, the speed is very abnormal, and ordinary people can't compare it. The guy who ranked first was overtaken only in a blink of an eye.

This guy is a sports student in Class 16. He has won the title of national second-level athlete. At the same time, he also passed the test of Beijing Sports Academy in the physical examination. He is very good and extremely powerful.

However, when the champion was only one step away, this product was unexpectedly overtaken by Su Ming behind him.

When he found something was wrong, he immediately accelerated his pace and wanted to surpass Su Ming, but he desperately discovered that no matter how he accelerated, he just couldn't keep up with Su Ming's speed.

Two seconds later, Su Ming crossed the finish line first, and missed the second place, the sports student in Class 16, for two full positions.

"hiss----"

"Made, I'm not mistaken, did that beast really rank first?"

"Fuck, it's more exciting than watching the Olympics. I can sing 7 people in a row within 400 meters. This is absolutely abnormal."

"If this is spread out, no one will believe it, it can still run like this."

"Who knows who this guy is, he should be better than a national athlete."

"He seems to be Su Ming in Grade 3 (4). I have watched videos of his fights. I didn't expect this guy to run so well."

"If I'm a girl, I have to go and pick him up, it's awesome."

"......"

From last to first place, within a few tens of seconds, Su Ming created an absolute myth, dumbfounding the audience at the playground, and had never seen such a perverted person running.

"Su Ming, Su Ming!"

At this time, the students in the entire senior third (4) class were boiling, not only in the previous two years of sports games, their class had never won a championship, this was the first one.

What's even more exciting is that Su Ming's championship was so amazing, he surpassed seven people at once, and he didn't dare to shoot like that in the movie, but it happened in reality.

"Huh, huh————"

In fact, after Su Ming ran the 400 meters with all his strength, he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he just warmed up. If the ancient martial artist was tired after running a few hundred meters, it was fine.

However, in order to prevent others from thinking that he was too perverted, Su Ming still pretended to be out of breath, leaning on his knees with both hands, bending over and taking two breaths.

"Hmph, don't be too happy, there will be another 10,000 meters waiting for you in a while." Such a beautiful Su Ming made Song Zhe very unhappy, so he said sourly.

"By the way, there are still ten thousand meters!"

No one wants to talk to Song Zhe in such a happy time, but his words remind everyone that the 10,000-meter race will be held soon.

The 10,000-meter race is a direct final. There is no such thing as a preliminary. There are very few people who sign up first, and many classes have given up. There is no need to go to the preliminaries.

There is also a half-life after a 10,000-meter run. A preliminaries and then a finals are equivalent to one run and one run. Wouldn't it be killing people?

"Su Ming, take a rest, reserve your energy, and drink this sports drink."

Xia Qingchan said very nervously, "If you are too tired for a while to run down, don't run away."

After all, the sports meet in the school lasts only two days. Many schedules are destined to be unreasonable. For example, after Su Ming ran the 400 meters, there was an interval of more than an hour, and then there was a 10,000-meter race.

Running a hundred meters is actually very physically demanding. In that state of sprinting ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ anyone who has run will know that, let alone Su Ming just sprinted 400 meters, the physical strength is not enough. It's normal.

"It's okay, I'll take a rest for a while." Su Ming said cheerfully.

"Song Shao, let him pretend to be forced. I'm tired of running so fast just now. I'm still pretending to be here. For a while, he won't take the ranking for 10,000 meters. If he can finish, I will go directly to the toilet Eat in the air." Li Dalei said very confidently.

Song Zhe didn't say anything, but looking at the expression on his face, it was obvious that his thoughts were similar to those of Li Dalei.

"The 10,000-meter race has started!"

About an hour later, the 10,000-meter race officially started. This is the hardest and most boring race of all races. After all, you have to run 25 laps, so whoever has nothing to do is willing to stare there.

But what touched Su Ming a little was that the classmates, even those who had finished the competition, came over and cheered Su Ming.

Song Zhe and dogleg Li Dalei also came over. Of course, they didn't cheer Su Ming, but wanted to see what it felt like Su Ming couldn't do it by force.

"boom----"

After the starting gun was fired, the 10,000-meter competition officially started. The three grades in the school add up to almost hundreds of classes, but today there are not 20 participating in the 10,000-meter competition, which shows how low the registration rate is.

Those who dare to sign up are all sports students with good physical fitness, and Su Ming looks a little "petite" inside.

After the race started, Su Ming didn't sprint at all. You sprinted as soon as you came up in the 10,000-meter race, which is tantamount to stupid behavior, so Su Ming ran slowly behind everyone.

"I see, Su Ming is almost dead." After the two laps, Song Zhe couldn't help but screamed, with a little excitement in his tone.

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