"Liu Xiaobo has dinner together after running, I'm in for a treat!" Horay was very happy, it was the first time he had met so many people since he arrived at the school. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those peers in the mountains, if you want to say friends, are actually relatives.

A lot of the juniors and juniors are his own brothers, but they are not friends.

"Oh......" Liu Xiaobo didn't say anything, and only after he breathed did he spit out a word.

That's almost 1500 meters, right?

Why can he run so easily, Liu Xiaobo really can't tell if Huo Lei is pretending, anyway, he can't pretend to be so relaxed.

The moment Horley stepped back, he thought he had won his bet.

But who would have thought that when he ran to the corner and glanced behind him, trying to determine Horay's position, he would be completely stupid.

He actually went to the back to chat, and he had such a good time!

Why did you struggle so hard to keep up with him?

Liu Xiaobo tried to maintain his rhythm calmly, but was still affected by Horay, and before he could adjust, Horay returned to his side again.

What is this?

It's nothing, is it......

Liu Xiaobo could only follow all the way, following behind Huo Lei, who obviously did not show his strength.

Although Horay blocked the wind pressure in front of him, he exuded the suffocating pressure of his opponent.

1600 meters, the first opponent was lapped!

In Liu Xiaobo's eyes, Huo Lei still had the strength to spare, and greeted the other party with a smile.

By the time he had completed the lap at his own pace, Horay had sped up in front of him.

It's still the same rhythm as before, as if nothing happened.

What the hell!

This is not Liu Xiaobo's idea alone, but the idea of all those who are running fast on the playground and sticking out their tongues.

Horay ran too easily, and what this ease brought to others was the pressure to run faster!

At just over halfway through, many people are already feeling physically insufficient.

After that, there are still more than 1,000 meters, how to run!

In addition to Liu Xiaobo, the three members of the second group can still hold on.

As for the third group, they could only watch, and Hooray overtook them, greeting them with a smile on his face.

"You're low-key, aren't you? I can't run fast again, and I'm so kind, I'm so witty! Horay thought with satisfaction when he saw the gesture of 2 laps made by his classmates who counted him.

There are still the last 800 meters, and you can go to eat after running, compared to Zhuangshang, life in the city is really happy!

"Horay, 9:04." This grade is very good, yes, it is a genius among high school students.

But compared with the performance of Rihoray just now, it seems too ordinary.

The standard line for national second-level athletes is only 9 minutes and 10 seconds, and if it is put on the athlete test, Liu Xiaobo can run this result, and he must definitely celebrate.

But now?

"Liu Xiaobo, 9:07."

Liu Xiaobo, who ran into 9 minutes and 10 seconds, was not in the mood to celebrate at all, not only because of the exhausted physical strength, but also because of the relaxed Huo Lei in front of him from beginning to end!

Could this be pretended?

Impossible, right......

Liu Xiaobo's most advantageous project is that he doesn't even have the qualifications to let Horay show his true strength, he feels that he has practiced track and field for so many years, and he has practiced it to the belly of a dog.

"It's okay, just rest for a while, I was too tired to run at the beginning, and I got used to running more." When Huo Lei saw Liu Xiaobo's appearance, he didn't come over to comfort him.

He knew that his words were comforting now, they were like pouring salt into the wound!

More runs?

Is Liu Xiaobo still running less?

How long has he been running since he was selected for the track and field team in elementary school?

I'm almost out of count.

The talent gap between himself and Horay is so big that it is difficult to fill the distance with time, which may be the talent that those seniors who practice track and field talk about.

The talent gap between yellow people and black people, Liu Xiaobo thought that if he could participate in the World Series one day, he might be able to see it, but today he saw it in a Horay, who is also a yellow race.

It's desperate, isn't it?

Huo ...... Ray, what the hell are you ...... Can run...... Multiple pieces, can tell...... Me? Liu Xiaobo couldn't help but ask, with a rough breath that had not yet been breathed.

Multiple blocks?

Huo Lei thought about it, it seems that he can indeed be faster, but he can't say more, it's a lap faster than now, it should be about the same, right?

How can this be accurate, Huo Lei really didn't think to test this, the village ran on the mountain, and the one who took the lead ran wherever he went, never instantaneously and without calculating the distance.

A lap?

How much is a lap?

The distance of 3,000 meters, with a 400-meter track, ran a total of 7.5 laps, and each lap lasted a little more than 73 seconds.

One and a half laps, doesn't that mean that Horay can go up more than 1 minute and 10 seconds faster than his current time?

Isn't that an 8-point run?

That's close to the Asian record, right?

Is this really what a high school student can run?

Monsters!

"Horay, come to the track and field team, I will definitely recommend you to be the main force of the school team, no! I will definitely ask the coach to recommend you to the provincial team and the national team! "Liu Xiaobo is going crazy, and he is not afraid to say anything.

Such an awesome talent, why do you want to run to play tennis, it is definitely another flyer on the track and field!

Track and field team? It's the running school team, it's not interesting, it's just what it means, he has already run enough in the village.

Besides, track and field is neither popular nor fashionable, how old-fashioned, we have to learn tennis, running...... Forget it.

"Old-fashioned...... It's really dirty, why do you want to transfer to the tennis team if you don't want to be dirty, forget it, you decide for yourself. Huo Lei's reasoning is very crooked, but Liu Xiaobo was woken up by a glance, he himself did not come to participate in the tennis club test, what qualifications do you have to persuade others?

While the two were talking, the rest of the people also arrived at the end one after another.

As for the results, you don't need to look at it, at least they all start with 10, most of them all run to 11 points, and there are even those who can't jog to the finish line, and the first two are not in the same dimension at all.

After all, Liu Xiaobo is a track and field team, and although he was forced to the limit by Horay, his physical strength recovered faster.

The others were not so lucky, and even Horay invited them to dinner, but they all shook their heads and refused.

I really don't have an appetite, who is as perverted as you!

"Fifteen of you, go to the tennis court on time at 3 p.m. tomorrow, and announce the results of the physical test at that time." Zhou Wenchang said, raised his head and looked at everyone fiercely, "Whoever is going to be late, don't come, no matter how good the physical test results are, they are not eligible to participate in the subsequent tests." ”

The special student who was persuaded to quit that year was kicked out of the tennis team because he was late!

In the tennis team, the coach is the boss, and whoever dares to mess with the coach will have no good fruit to eat!

Zhou Wenchang can remember that this Huo Lei has scolded the coach, and Coach Chu is careful, and he suffers it!

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"Ah......h Ahh Who's thinking about me? A natural roll coach who was playing a game in the teacher's dormitory scratched the fat on his belly and muttered to himself.