This junior sister never knows whether she is doing a good thing or a bad thing. Tao Zhijie brushed his fingers between his brows, his tangled face showed that he had nothing to say.
The large number of people in the stadium quickly overwhelmed the cheers of the National Association.
Teacher Lu was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to pull He Xiangyu, and shouted at the loudspeaker with both mouths: "Yingying, surpass her—"
Mother was overwhelmed with excitement. The muscles on Zhang Huayao's face twitched.
On the track, Xie's leg muscles were exerting strength.
The few people who ran with her in the inner circle couldn't keep up with her rhythm for a moment, and were almost thrown away by her. It can be seen that her legs are terrible after the engine starts.
In a blink of an eye, the audience saw a blue whirlwind soaring on the track.
The Guodu player who ran in the fifth place ahead was overtaken by the blue whirlwind.
In less than two seconds, the fourth student was thrown behind the blue whirlwind.
After the third student suffered in the same way, the teachers and students in the capital couldn't sit still, and rushed to the side of the track to cheer for the first and second students: "Hurry up, she is going to catch up."
The second female student was sweating like a torrential rain. The urging from her teacher and her classmates made her dare not stop. The rush of breath seemed to speed up the pace under her feet, but in fact the rhythm was out of order.
With the surpassing experience accumulated on the spot, relying on the professional reminders from classmate Pan and seniors before the game, Xie Wanying's eyes caught the signs of the opponent's calf cramps, and observed the moment when the opponent's heart and lungs slowed down. She touched the track with her running shoes and jumped. Two flying steps.
Amazing!
Seeing the figure of a swallow flying like a trapeze, her mouth flashed: amazing.
If she hadn't admitted it herself, no one would believe that she was an amateur.
It can only be said that she did not rush out earlier because she was stealing, and directly transferred the spirit of stealing from teachers in medicine to the 800-meter race. Don't forget, there are ready-made national second-level professional athletes on the field who can follow suit, and the effect is miraculous.
A group of teachers blinked their eyelids at the thought of this, remembering their own experiences. Thinking about it now, the players competing with Xie are definitely the most stressed.
The blue whirlwind aimed at the timing and successfully overtook at the second corner at the end.
The people in the capital urged the first classmate even more frantically: "She's chasing her, hurry up—"
The whistling wind from behind was going to drive the first classmate into a mad cow. Apparently, this national second-level athlete suddenly realized why today's event was terrifying, because everyone subconsciously felt that there was such a terrible person chasing them: aiming at them like a cheetah, who can imitate them, and accurately attack them at any time Culling goes beyond.
No, don't come after me. Others couldn't understand the feeling of being chased like prey at the scene.
"We're almost catching up." People in the capital wailed everywhere.
One hundred meters from the finish line, the blue hurricane approached the yellow jersey.
Xie Wanying's ears sounded the calm voices of the senior cheerleaders.
"Don't worry, I know you can do it." Brother Cao said to her.
"Breathe, breathe, breathe." Senior Chang and other orthopedic seniors probably didn't know what guidance they could give her.
More spectators flock to the finish line.
100 meters, 90 meters, 80 meters... With a click, the running shoes stepped on the track like a jumping sound: over.
The blue hurricane washed away at the last 80-meter stage, and the yellow sportswear fell more and more slowly and was thrown behind.
The sound of cheering in the capital does not know who it is cheering for.
The blue jersey brushes across the finish line.
The referee pressed the stopwatch and stared: two minutes and two seconds, over, over the school's men's 800-meter score...
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