The radio in the stadium sounded: "Now start the second-year men's 1,000-meter competition, please Zhang Xu in the first class of the second year, Yang Feng in the first class of the second year, and ...... in the second class of the second year", through the indoor broadcast, Yang Feng heard his class and name, and said to Wang Ziling: "I'm ready to play", then picked up the number plate on the chair, turned around and walked to the door.

Wang Ziling grabbed Yang Feng's hand at once, Yang Feng felt the warmth coming from the palm of his hand, so he glanced back at Wang Ziling, only to see Wang Ziling with a firm look in his eyes, flashing a little light, and said: "Good friend, you must come on!"

- "Well, I will!"

Yang Feng walked step by step from the bottom of the stands to the top of the stands along the direction of the flow of people, passing by his class, the classmates in the class were cheering for Yang Feng, the class sports committee first shouted the word "Yang Feng", and then the students in the class shouted "Come on", the voice of the shouting seemed to be done in one go, for Yang Feng, he had never felt such a feeling of attention, although he used to be often exercising and running in school, but that was just to make the body more robust and able to study better. And at this moment, he realized that his ability is precisely indispensable in a collective. Yang Feng smiled at the classmates, the bright smile infected the whole class, the female classmates in the stands even burst into screams, and those male classmates shouted "come on" hard, everyone hoped to be able to transmit this power to Yang Feng's heart.

Arriving at the rostrum, volunteers helped Yang Feng paste the number plate onto the hook and loop of the T-shirt for the games. Yang Feng simply made two jumps to try the explosiveness of his leg muscles. Feeling full of fighting spirit and passion, I walked out of the stands and walked towards the starting point. At this time, he didn't know that Wang Ziling had been following him, not far from the starting point, Wang Ziling was wearing her dress, holding a bottle of mineral water, and looked at Yang Feng quietly.

Yang Feng looked at the opponent on the left, that person was dark, he was a member of the sports committee of the second class, he was muscular, and he seemed to be very powerful. Look at the opponent on the right, that opponent is very thin, because he doesn't look very good, so he doesn't know what the strength of this person is. If the row of people stands up at the same time, then you can form an icon of a signal tower. It seems that the contestants in this competition are completely random, and many of them are not even voluntary, there are strong and weak ones. They all held their hands on the ground, stared ahead, leaned forward slightly, and waited for the rostrum to give orders. Although the sun was dazzling, they all opened their eyes, for fear that they would lag behind others because of their slow reaction speed.

The radio sounded: "All in place, referee ready, ready...... Run!"

With the "bang" of the starting gun, all the runners on the track rushed out like wild horses on the loose, and the spectators in the stands were boiling! Bursts of cheering came and went, covering wave after wave. Yang Feng was relatively backward at first, but because of his high understanding, he found that if he leaned forward slightly when running, he would save a lot of effort. When cornering, if you lean a little to the left, you can pass the other competitors in the corner effortlessly. In this way, his brain's powerful computing power and reasoning ability also burst out with amazing power at the same time. As he ran, he calculated the effect of the sun on the runners, so he used his brain to record the terrain of the track before the sunlight was facing the runners. When turning, the other runners will change to the left track and the right track to the right. Yang Feng relied on his memory to smoothly cross other opponents in a straight line. "What, it can't be!" shouted the sports committee member of the second class in a thick voice from behind. At this time, he saw the flags in the stands fluttering, which meant that a huge strong wind was about to blow, so he turned sideways as he ran and let the wind push his back, partly to give him an acceleration, and secondly, to relieve the tension in his muscles through the wind. Yang Feng didn't know how many players he had surpassed.

Wang Ziling stood next to the finish line, her expression was a little nervous, from her point of view, the whole arena could be seen clearly: Yang Feng started from the starting line, although he was not the last, but he was also some distance behind several sports talents, and then Yang Feng launched a fierce offensive, raising his head from time to time to look ahead, as long as he lowered his head, he could quickly surpass one opponent after another.

At this time, Yang Feng could even hear the sound of his heart beating, and the voice was strong and powerful. With the constant pulsation of his heart, he passed through one opponent after another. There was only one last person left in front of him, and that man was running at a very even pace, not even panting, apparently after a long period of training to get such fitness. Yang Feng thought to himself: The last opponent is blind spot because of vision, so he can only judge whether there is anyone behind him by sound, and vision cannot be seen. Therefore, Yang Feng plans to quickly overtake at a distance of about 100 meters from the finish line, and now should be the time to maintain his strength.

The person running in the front is obviously underestimating the enemy, and the speed has slowed down, in fact, this is also a strategy, by slowing down to see if there are people around him who are about to overtake him, the remaining 100 meters are just enough to carry out the final 100-meter acceleration and burst out with the strength of the whole body.

In this way, Yang Feng maintained a distance of about 20 meters from the players in front of him, and the sound of his feet hitting the ground happened to be masked by the shouts and drumming of the surrounding stands. When he was about to reach the last hundred meters, Yang Feng first slowed down, and then pushed the ground with all his feet, and the blood in his body boiled.

The players in front of him looked left and right, obviously not seeing the players around them, so they also began to accelerate, but the acceleration was not as large as Yang Feng's.

Yang Feng used all his strength to run forward, and even Venus began to rise in front of him, which was a manifestation of a lack of oxygen in the brain. The player saw Yang Feng rushing quickly from behind, so he began to accelerate in surprise, but it was too late.

At the last second, the shouts of the audience came and went, more violent than when they first started. Wang Ziling also grabbed her skirt tightly, opened her eyes, and watched Yang Feng run in her direction.

Suddenly, Yang Feng felt a hit on his chest by a thread, and then heard the footsteps of the player, and suddenly he couldn't hear anything, only the sound of his own tinnitus. He followed his inertia and ran forward another 15 meters or so, raised his head to look at the audience, and slowly recovered from the tinnitus, and heard the shouts and cheers of the people around him.