"I advise you to give up. In terms of this, you can't outrun me." Luo Zifeng turned his face and looked at the boy who was two steps behind.
"Save more strength for yourself." The other party raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, a cool voice sounded, and then, in the next second, he passed beside him.
Luo Zifeng, "...."
Not to be outdone, he rushed up.
The figures of two people are chasing each other on the runway.
"Ah, Song Ning is so handsome."
"Luo Zifeng, come on."
"Song Ning, Song Ning, go ahead."
The girls became cheerleaders.
As time passed, Song Ning and Luo Zifeng had already run to five thousand meters.
The two were fighting, but there was still no sign of anyone going to lose.
The class bell rang at this time.
Those students who were still looking forward to the result had no choice but to turn around and leave reluctantly, especially the girls.
"Who do you think will win, Song Ning or Luo Zifeng?"
"I don't know, but just looking at the appearance, I think Song Ning is more in line with my male god standard. He really looks more and more handsome, and he is very attractive. He is cold but not arrogant, especially the collarbone and fingers. The fried chicken looks good. Every time I pass by their class, Song Ning looks like she is turning over the pages of the book and lowering her eyes, I am so shocked."
"This game is hard to say... I really want to see the end..."
The boy who was the referee wanted to cry but had no tears. He stood where he was, not knowing whether he should go or not.
Luo Zifeng panted and glanced at the other party.
Grit your teeth.
This guy...
It seems that he underestimated him.
Song Ning stared straight ahead, his steps remained the same, his eyes were facing forward.
His chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was still not messy.
The two sides continue to compete with each other.
After running to 8,000 meters.
There is still not much distance between Luo Zifeng and Song Ning.
The former was slightly shocked, but how could he admit defeat
Only two kilometers left.
He must make Song Ning lose this match.
Luo Zifeng speeded up and surpassed the opponent by a distance.
The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, his handsome face was still fair, the boy's face was expressionless, but his eyes were unexpectedly calm and composed.
"Song Ning, this victory belongs to me." Luo Zifeng turned his face to look at the opponent, gritted his teeth, and made the final sprint.
one thousand meters.
Five hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
Just when he thought he had already left Song Ning far away, Luo Zifeng turned his head inadvertently, with a stiff expression on his face.
But soon.
He cursed in a low voice.
When there were only 150 meters left, a figure overtook him.
Luo Zifeng gritted his teeth and tried his best to catch up with the opponent's speed.
But Song Ning didn't give this chance at all.
Luo Zifeng tasted that frustration for the second time, and he could only watch helplessly as the opponent reached the finish line ahead of him.
"... Song Ning wins." The boy standing there seemed to have just remembered his mission, and hurriedly blew a whistle.
"Huh, huh, huh." All Luo Zifeng's anger and unwillingness erupted at the moment the man won the championship.
Because of excessive physical exertion, he fell to the ground hard.
He gasped for breath.
Still a little unbelievable.
I couldn't believe that I would lose, and it was still in the hands of the same person.
Light footsteps sounded beside him.
Luo Zifeng raised his eyelids.
The boy lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on him, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"
Luo Zifeng looked at the opponent with the attitude of a winner, and felt that his self-esteem had been insulted. Besides, he was exhausted, so why was this man just sweating and not in a panic.
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