Dras looked at the old monk and the young monk who were getting closer and closer, and muttered: "Mysterious Easterners, they can still run so well at such an old age... What a ghost!"
As a result, Dras also began to speed up. These three strong marathon runners have taken the top three places in various competitions in Country Y almost every year. If they are surpassed by an old man and a child this time, they really can't afford to lose this person.
At the same time, no one noticed the people who were running like crazy. When everyone ran out of the city, there was one person who had just set off not long ago.
"Come on! Come on! Ace, come on! You can do it! Didn't you say you want to win first place? You can definitely do it! The doctor said that as long as you are willing to run and walk, there will be a miracle! Come on! , Come on, young man!" A white-skinned man kept clapping his hands at a little boy, encouraging him.
One of the little boy's feet seemed to be inflexible, and there were some auxiliary metal brackets tied to it, making him run very slowly.
But the little boy gritted his teeth and ran hard...
People who were just watching the excitement saw this scene and shouted: "Come on, little cutie!"
"You can do it! Come on, kid!"
"come on!"
"You are our pride, come on!"
When the child heard everyone's shouts, he smiled shyly and limped forward after the man.
At this time, an old man from Country Y with white hair rushed into the track, came to the boy's side, and said: "Little guy, you can't outrun this old guy like me, can you? Come on, let's see, Who is more powerful, you or me?"
When the little boy heard this, he summoned up the courage to shout: "I must be more powerful!"
"Oh? Really? How powerful are you?" the old man asked with a smile.
The little boy Ace shouted: "I will get first place!"
When the old man heard this, he smiled even more happily, and then shouted to the people around him: "Okay, lazy guys! Aren't you as courageous as a child? Come on, throw down your beer, throw down Get down, those damn sun umbrellas of yours! Run with us! Let’s exercise and make us healthier and happier!”
"You old guy, if you don't give a speech, it's a waste of your eloquence. Okay, I'll join!" A fat man with dark complexion weighing 200 pounds threw away the Coke in his hand and came in.
"I'll give it a try too." An elderly woman joined in.
"Count me in." A pale Asian girl joined in.
"I'm coming too!" A proud Asian woman who looked like a queen took off her high heels and walked over. However, when passing by a security guard, she lowered her head and looked at the other person's feet, and then asked: "Your feet?" What size?”
The man was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned red. Being asked such a question at such a close distance by a beautiful woman with a hot body, he said a little embarrassedly: "I know my feet are a bit small, and with my body Not quite in proportion, but... I swear, the rest of me is great!"
"Really? Then... how about I trade my shoes with you?" the beauty asked.
The man was stunned for a moment, then happily took off his shoes and said: "Of course!"
The beauty took the shoes and didn't dislike them. She tried them on her feet and said, "Not bad, thank you..."
After saying that, the beauty started running a marathon with the young Ace.
Not far away, a man carrying a camera chased after him, shouting: "Jing Yan! My Miss Jing, slow down, I'm carrying a camera! Also, we are on vacation now... Vacation, do you understand? ?”
"Lao Miao, you have to exercise hard. Come on! We are reporters and we don't have holidays!" Jing Yan waved her arms and shouted happily.
Lao Miao looked helpless and could only run all the way to catch up. Fortunately, Ace ran very slowly, so he caught up quickly.
Fang Zheng didn't know that on this track, two acquaintances also participated, and a child ran with him with a dream.
At this moment, Fang Zheng was slowly surpassing the three handsome guys in the first echelon under the look of three pairs of desperate eyes!
"Grandpa, give me a way to live." Dras shouted.
Fang Zheng gave him a slap on the back of the head!
What a joke, Fang Zheng is so poor that he is about to starve to death, his goal is to make money! make money! Make more money!
Although the original plan was to take second place, he didn't know where he would be in second place. Therefore, Fang Zheng decided to run to the finish line to have a look and confirm his position. With the money in hand, he could decide whether to give up or not. The problem.
Seeing this, Big and Sambik roared and ran as fast as they could.
At this moment, the three of them were no longer jogging in a marathon. They were completely stimulated by the two monks, one big and one small. They were going crazy! All the messy things like maintaining physical strength were forgotten. They only had one thought, sprint for the sake of dignity!
However, no matter how hard they tried, they could still only see the retreating figures of the two monks, one big and one small!
"Is this still a human being..." Bigger cried with a cry.
Sambik said: "After today, I am embarrassed to tell people that I participated in this marathon..."
"Me too..." Dex said bitterly.
As for the second and third comprehensive brigades that were left farther behind, they could no longer run and fell behind one after another... Along the way, the voices of scolding bald donkeys kept coming and going...
However, Fang Zheng didn't know this. At this moment, Hong Hai'er asked with a troubled face: "Master, we are running too fast. If we break any record, will we also be focused on? In addition, you know Is there a specific route?”
When Fang Zheng heard this, he was stunned for a moment. This was indeed a problem!
So Fang Zheng said: "Then... let's run slower? Just stay in first place? As long as there are people following us, it means we are not running the wrong way."
Honghai'er nodded and said, "Well, I think this is better."
So the two of them started to keep a certain distance from the people behind them, and slowly slowed down. If the people behind them accelerated, they would speed up, and if the people behind them slowed down, they would slow down...
Sambik from behind shouted excitedly: "They can't run anymore! They're not as fast as before! Haha... we still have hope!"
Bigge shouted equally excitedly: "Yes, they are exhausted after all. Let's hold on, maintain our speed, and maintain our physical strength. Victory belongs to us!"
Dex shouted: "We have to prove with our strength that we are the kings of the marathon! Hoho..."
"Keep your energy up, follow him closely, and force him to waste your energy! Let's save our energy and make the final sprint!" Big whispered.
The three of them nodded in agreement, staring at the back of the old monk's head with their eyes, as if it were a lighthouse on the sea...
(End of chapter)