After the school held a preliminaries for throwing the shot put, there was a javelin throwing competition.

The final of the men's 4x400m race was also held today. Zhao Nan, squad leader Zhang Yan, dormitory leader Wang Rui and Zhang Zhijun are all fully prepared.

Today is the 4x400m final. Zhao Nan and the others decided to come back with a ranking today.

After a while, the school horn sounded, and the four of them hurriedly walked to the arena, and the students who participated in the competition were eager to try. They were all warming up in place. The school horn is the same as ever. The name of each participating student is broadcast.

For a while, I heard the manager say loudly, "All in place." When the squad leader Zhang Yan heard this, he immediately bent down and landed on the ground with his hands. At this time, Zhang Yan didn't dare to think about anything. He was just listening intently to the manager's orders.

"Ready" only to hear the sound of gunfire. Zhang Yan hurriedly ran up. Zhang Yan ran very fast. After Zhang Yan ran 100 meters, he was already slightly ahead of the other three runners, and he controlled the frequency of running and breathing rate. 200 meters, 300 meters, 400 meters. The squad leader finally ran to the head of the house, Wang Rui.

Today, the head of the house, Wang Rui and Zhang Zhijun, have changed. The second stick was run by Wang Rui, the head of the club. The third baton was run by Zhang Zhijun. Wang Rui, the head of the house, saw the squad leader Zhang Yan running towards him. Immediately turn back. stretched out his hand to the squad leader Zhang Yan, and Zhang Yan saw that the head of the house, Wang Rui, stretched out his hand to him. He worked hard to hand the baton in his hand to the head of the house, Wang Rui.

The head of the house, Wang Rui, rushed forward the moment he touched the baton. At this time, a few classmates from other runways. They all happened to run over.

The students on the field couldn't help but stand up when they saw this. They all applauded. The arena was boiling. Everyone is cheering and applauding their classes!

The head of the house, Wang Rui, ran halfway through. Slightly lower physical strength. He was slowly caught up by his classmates behind him. What worried Zhao Nan the most happened. The head of the dormitory, Wang Rui, slowly lagged behind a few students on other tracks.

Zhao Nan watched from the sidelines. He broke out in a cold sweat and shouted loudly to the head of the house, Wang Rui: "Head of the house, come on, it's almost the end!"

At this time, Wang Rui, the head of the house, suddenly didn't know where the momentum came from. He immediately quickened his pace. Finally, he ran to Zhang Zhijun.

Zhang Zhijun saw that the head of the house, Wang Rui, was full. Impatiently, he immediately stretched out his hand. He hurriedly took the baton handed to him by the head of the house, Wang Rui. Rushing forward.

Zhao Nan saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He shouted loudly to Zhang Zhijun on the field: "Zhang Zhijun, hurry up and work hard." Come on, come on!"

Today, Zhang Zhijun's performance is quite stable. He had been next to several of his classmates from the other runway.

Zhang Zhijun was about to run to Zhao Nan. Zhao Nan hurriedly prepared to take over the baton, and at this moment. Ma Li suddenly walked over to Zhao Nan. He looked at Zhao Nan and said to Zhao Nan: "Zhao Nan, you have to run this last stick well, don't embarrass our class." ”

Zhao Nan heard Mary talking to herself. Then he turned back to Ma Li and said, "Ma Li, don't worry. This project is my forte. I'm going to fight for a good place. ”

Zhao Nan's voice just fell. I heard Zhang Zhijun behind him urging him. Zhao Nan, what's wrong with you, don't you hurry up?

At this time, Zhao Nan suddenly came back to his senses. He didn't think much about it, and quickly took the baton in Zhang Zhijun's hand and ran. At this time, the students from other runways were already a big step ahead of Zhao Nan.

Zhao Nan didn't dare to slack off. He hurriedly rushed towards the runway, and Zhao Nan mastered the frequency of his steps very well. At this time, the field has reached a white-hot level. One after the other. The students on the field are running hard for the honor of their class.

300 meters. 350 meters. We're almost at the end of the line. I'm going to have to fight for a place. Zhao Nan thought so. He worked harder. Run towards the finish line.

But this time in the men's 4x400m final. Zhao Nan is still slightly behind the other two classmates. He only finished third in this category.

If it weren't for talking to Mary. I got the first place in this project. Zhao Nan thought unwillingly.