Although he won the three-legged competition between the two, Lu Mingfei did not have the joy of victory at all. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He was holding his son's handkerchief in his hand, and he couldn't lose it, and he couldn't lose it, so he could only glance at his son Lu Luxiu, and then awkwardly shifted their eyes from each other.

In addition to the two-person three-legged race in which parents team up, there is also a relay race in which parents and students participate. Four students and four parents from each class ran a relay of 400 meters.

Mirage is one of eight students, and her homeroom teacher hopes to get closer to other students by getting more involved in class activities. This kind of group activity is the best way to enhance friendship.

But the development of things was not very in line with the expectations of the head teacher Chen Jie. Xiao Mirage was the last relay in the student group, and her previous baton was the boy who said bad things about her behind her back and was startled by Tong Jianjun.

"I don't want to be ahead of her. "The boy was a little awkward.

"What did you say?" Chen Jie smiled gently.

"No, nothing ......"

"Then run well, let's go together!" Chen Jie made an effort gesture and then looked in the direction of the parents. The children said that as long as they gave a kind smile, they could suppress it, but the two parents ......

"Boy, wait a minute, if you can't pick it up, I'll put this stick in your gumble!" "The old wooden bridge eighteenth Taibao walked next to Tong Jianjun and said viciously.

"Hehe, if you don't do a good job, I'll stuff that stick into your horse Y!" Isn't it just foul language, Tong Jianjun, who has been trained by a certain moba game, has never been afraid, "This is really a bit difficult to do, after all, enoki mushrooms want to stuff such a thick stick, it's still too cruel." ”

"Who the hell are you talking about enoki mushrooms?"

"Whoever is enoki mushroom will say whom. Tong Jianjun glanced at the man with disdain.

"You!"

"Contestants, please stand in your seat, if you are not in your seat before the start, you will be deemed to have abstained. The referee had a microphone in his hand, and his voice was heard throughout the playground.

The old wooden bridge 18th Taibao glanced at his child, turned his head and said cruelly: "Count yourself lucky!"

"You're in luck, too. Tong Jianjun waved his hand.

After all the players were seated, the referee gave the order.

"Ready, ready, run!"

Different from the previous two-person three-legged race, the relay run represents the glory of the whole class, even at a young age, the sense of community has taken root in the hearts of the students.

The outside of the track was full of people shouting and cheering, and all the classes were shouting for their competitors, but the immature voice had a fiery power, inspiring the competitors on the track to burst out with their strongest speed.

"Take the baton!" the boy ran as hard as he could, all he could think of was handing the stick in his hand to the mirage. Although he said bad things about Mirage behind his back, in fact, this boy secretly liked Mirage, but he was embarrassed to say it. When he is ridiculed by others, he can only show a look of hating mirage, as if this can make him more face-saving.

Xiao Mirage didn't say much, just took the stick and began to pretend to run hard. My father said that you can't be too prominent, so you must run slowly and look hard!

Mirage's face turned red, and sweat spilled on her head, simulating this effect was not too simple for her.

However, the audience on the sidelines was a little frightened, this little girl's performance was too exaggerated, she only ran about fifty meters, and she became like this, could it be a heart attack?

When Xiao Mirage handed the baton to the first parent, the parent was still a little hesitant, this child looked a little wrong, should he be sent to the doctor first.

"Quick, come on!" However, Xiao Mirage's eyes were full of desire and encouragement for victory.

The parent instantly felt that he had been injected with infinite strength, this little girl was so persistent, and the leading position she had won could not be missed in her own hands!

He solemnly took the stick and ran away. Don't worry, little friend, I won't let you down!

The baton was handed over to the old wooden bridge 18 Taibao, and the fourth (5th) class was still in the lead, even about 20 meters faster than the second place.

Hmph, win!

The corners of the old wooden bridge 18 Taibao curled up and ran in the direction of Tong Jianjun, as long as the guy who was not beaten did not drop the chain, he would win! The son practiced running and passing the stick at home every day, just to win today, and he must not let his son down.

Tong Jianjun took the baton in a pose, and he saw the eyes of the old Muqiao Eighteen Taibao, which were the eyes of wanting to win. In this case, he can't drop the chain, after all, what he represents now is Mirage's class.

"Pick up ......"

As soon as the old wooden bridge eighteenth Taibao said a word, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist, and the old problem of many years suddenly recommitted at this moment. The pain that penetrated deep into his spine made him unable to even stand up, and he fell heavily in front of Tong Jianjun's heels.

It's my own mistakes, it's my own mistakes! The pain in my waist and the pain of falling can all be tolerated, after all, I have spent half my life of fighting and killing, and I have not suffered any injuries, but my son has practiced the relay race for so long, but because of himself, he lost, which is absolutely unforgivable!

"Give me the stick!" Tong Jianjun squatted down and took the baton from the hand of the old wooden bridge eighteen Taibao, "Don't worry, I can win, we can win!"

Can you win?

The old wooden bridge 18th Taibao raised his head and saw Tong Jianjun who took the baton, as well as other teams that had already overtaken him on the side. The one who ran the farthest was already the last half of the way, how to win?

Boom!

Tong Jianjun stepped down, let out a muffled sound, and the whole person shot out like an arrow.

Only the old wooden bridge 18th Taibao, who fell to the ground, saw that there were several cracks on the plastic runway that Tong Jianjun had stepped on before.

One ride, no dust!

There are no thousands of troops, but there is still no one to stop. Half of the lead, simply cannot be shortened, the gap between people and non-people. Even if Usain Bolt comes to participate in this primary school sports meeting today, he can't change the reality that he was overtaken by Tong Jianjun when he was half ahead!

"Win, win?" "The old wooden bridge 18th Taibao, who had not yet gotten up from the ground, stared blankly at the scene of Tong Jianjun, who was holding the last stick, hitting the finish line.

"Win!" erupted in a loud cheer in the area of Class Four (5).

"Won. The mirage smiled at the boy who had been on the other side of the bat.

"Win...... Won. The boy turned his head sheepishly, feigning disdain.

"Well, won. Chen Jie, the head teacher, showed a pleased smile.