This may not be a plausibility, but a certainty.

There was no time to think about it any longer, so Wang Xiang quickly took off his sneakers and began to accelerate on the red runway.

But even if he runs now, so what?

Because the applause of the audience echoed in the surrounding sky.

Wang Qiang, 2.98 seconds, he once again set a new personal record.

It can be seen that after the gunshot, as he ran forward, he also glanced back at the classmates of Class 9 from time to time.

Without this detail, it is estimated that it will be two seconds away, and it will be very close.

The second stick of the family is about to be teleported, and the first stick of Class 9 is still on the way.

Cheng Yantie couldn't stand this Wang Xiang anymore, in order to hide people's eyes and ears as quickly as possible, he came up with a very good way in a hurry.

In fact, it is very simple, the focus of the audience is not yet possible to be on the fourth stick.

Since he and Zhao Jie were only fifty meters apart, they could still hear each other's whispers.

He made a bold inference and ran a hundred meters by himself to let Zhao Jie rest.

With Zhao Jie's speed, running into 1 second is simply more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Cheng Biting Iron has made an estimate, and in one second, there may not be much of a problem.

In an instant, he changed positions with Zhao Jie, and the number plate behind him was of course like a beam changing pillars.

Now, the third stick of the nineteenth class is about to start.

And Wang Zhekai, he just got the baton.

Fortunately, Zhekai did not have an accident like Brother Xiang, if there was one, what else would he run, wouldn't it be best to admit defeat directly.

He calculated that if the last stick of Class 19 lasted more than 5 seconds, they would lose.

At this time, Zhao Jie was leisurely walking towards the location of the fourth stick.

What is this situation, of course, Zhao Jie also has a strategy to deal with it.

If the referee asks at that time, he will say that he is discussing the next countermeasures with the previous bat.

A simple sentence can explain everything, so there is no need to be so nervous.

"Wang Zhekai, hurry up and pass it to me."

Cheng Biting Iron roared angrily, because the next three seconds would be the brightest moment in his life.

After receiving the baton, he began to run.

The last stick of the nineteenth class was less than ten meters away from the finish line.

Maybe he thinks he has won, and his pace, which was still vigorous, seems to have slowed down a lot.

"Even if you run forward with all your might, it won't be able to defeat your Tie brother."

He whispered, fully prepared for the triumphant return of Class 9.

The muscles of the legs are instantly added with a catalyst, so that the energy provided in them is many times higher than usual.

Now, even the commentator's jaw dropped, is this a counterattack?

His pace, like a flash in "Glory of Kings", has reached the third place before he can see what is going on.

He passed the rod to Zhao Jie as fast as he could, and then he passed it back again.

Such a swift movement is impossible for ordinary people to see.

They may still be stupidly thinking that Class 9 is hiding the dragon and crouching tiger, deliberately acting to watch others watch.

The first and second sticks that just appeared, that is purely responsible for being funny, and the third and fourth sticks, that's real.

Seeing that the gap between the previous lags was gradually narrowed, the curse witch couldn't sit still.

If someone from the Demon Star Family could run so fast, then it would still believe it.

But is it possible for humans on Earth?

Of course, it didn't know that classmate was Cheng Biting Tie, and he had been kept in the dark all along.

No, no matter how I say it, then I can't let Class Nine win.

If they really win, it will undoubtedly fuel their arrogance.

Especially Niu Zihao, it is estimated that he will wake up laughing when he dreams.

In fact, here, the Demon Star Curse Witch has misanalyzed.

For a campus sports meeting, friendship comes first, competition comes second. It doesn't matter who wins or loses, it's just about participating and experiencing the joy of shouting and cheering.

If you want to talk about what Niu Zihao cares about the most, it is about learning.

As for the Xueba system or something, don't do it, as long as you like learning, that's more important than anything else.

Maybe Niu Zihao intervened in his red-clothed demon soldiers in the evening self-study, it's been a long time, is it necessary to care about these things anymore?

The mind of the cursed witch is really very narrow, and he has a fight with Zhou Gongjin during the Three Kingdoms period.

Since he is a witch, he is a hero.

Seeing that Cheng Biting Iron was almost about to cross the finish line, he couldn't delay any longer, otherwise Class Nine might really have the last laugh.

One soared into the air, and the Spell Witch floated in midair.

It struck Cheng Tie's body with a cloud of air, preventing him from continuing to run forward.

"What the hell is going on, why can't I move?"

Cheng Biting Tie had already sensed that something was wrong, and it seemed that in the dark, there was a mysterious force dominating him.

Everything is just a temporary fragment.

He also learned a few tricks from the Spell Witch, about magic against the unknown.

"Qiankun Jue."

With a shout, the air around him became chaotic.

The witch didn't have time to guard against it, and with an "ahh

"It's really true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, I didn't expect that a county high school would have such a powerful role, which is really rare." The Witch continued to increase his strength, and it was obvious that he would definitely not be an ordinary student.

The super strong air pressure soon enveloped Cheng Biting Iron's vicinity, and he began to feel breathless.

"Yikes!"

He retreated on his heel, and then used all his strength to hit it with a single blow.

At this moment, the primordial spirit of the cursed witch was directly torn apart.

"Damn."

Due to a mistake in the final fourth stick, the one who could have won the first place was also given to the opponent's nineteenth class.

Of course, Cheng Biting Tie didn't dare to tell anyone what happened to him, it was incredible.

"Ah, I'm in pain."

In the damp, dimly lit toilet, the witch spat out a mouthful of black blood.

I have to say that it still underestimates this group of students. There are people outside the people, and there are heavens outside the sky.

There is no strength at all, how can he dominate the world. All this is just empty talk.

"It's not good, my primordial spirit has been scattered, and I have to find a suitable sustenance."

If you don't act quickly, the current curse will really become an empty shell in the future, wandering and mundane with no place to hide.

To put it simply, a gust of wind can scare it away.

At this time, in the duty room, Uncle Li was leisurely brewing a pot of tea and looking at the newspaper in his hand.

A willow fan, very casually on the mat quietly.

He picked up the fan and waved it into the air, and a small fly was out.

The witch was out of the window at the moment, watching him.