"It's okay with them!" Lu Yiran spoke first, and it happened that Ning Wan also said it.

This told Bo Fei that he was her son, and Bo Fei was also difficult to behave.

She's so kind!

Because of Bo Fei's relationship, the students of Class 9 were even more impressed by Ning Wan.

Where is the sacred, who can actually subdue the demon king of the mixed world, Young Master Bo Feibo?

Class Nine even circulated a saying, don't mess with anyone and don't mess with Ning Wan.

You never know how hard her backstage is.

Even Bo Fei is willing to be an errand for Ning Wan, and you can imagine Ning Wan's identity background.

In the afternoon, Ning Wan went to the playground again, although he was very reluctant to go out.

Well, I promised Lan Ranran to help her run, in fact, Lan Ranran is already in a very good state of mind now, but if she agrees, she agrees.

Ning Wan thought so.

"Boss, how many strokes do you want to run?" Lu Yiran came over and asked Ning Wan.

"Everything." Ning Wan looked at the people on the playground and peeled a candy casually, it didn't matter.

"How about you run the last stick?"

The final stick determines the winner or loser, and it is usually the best who wins the finale.

"Yes." Ning Wan nodded, and just as the teacher who checked in reported Lan Ranran's name, Ning Wan passed.

The candy paper was stuffed into Lu Yiran's hand.

Lu Yiran followed all the way.

"Boss, why don't you take off your coat?" Lu Yiran ran over, saddled in front of the horse.

Ning Wan touched his pocket, and there were still a few candies left in it.

Run away later.

still took off his coat and gave it to Lu Yiran, and Lu Yiran hugged him like a baby.

Lan Ranran also ran over to cheer Ning Wan, and the little girl just nodded calmly.

Well, it's a sure win.

The game begins.

The first stick in Class 9 is a girl named Han Ziruo, who is very fast, but 100 meters is too short to pull much distance.

The first stick, the first place in the ninth class!

But the two girls in the second and third sticks are making up the numbers at a glance, and they are obviously inferior to other players.

The little advantage that Han Ziruo had established was now gone, and it was even about two meters slower.

Two meters! A person only runs 100 meters, and if you want to catch up with these two meters, unless you are crushed by your strength, it will be difficult to catch up.

The hearts of the nine classes were all in their throats.

The second and third sticks lost, and now if you want to win, it's all up to the last one!

"Boss, come on!" Lu Yiran cheered quietly, not daring to shout loudly and being distracted by Ning Wan's hear.

Ning Wan stood on the runway, looking at her third stick with a slight sideways gaze.

The player next to him had already received the baton and started to run wildly, and finally set off on the last opponent, and the baton of Class 9 was passed to Ning Wan!

As soon as Ning Wan received the baton, she began to run.

"Damn, is this human speed?" There was an exclamation from the crowd.

On the runway, I saw only a small afterimage, almost so fast that I couldn't see people clearly.

"it!" Lu Yiran's eyes widened in shock.

This horse is the boss of his family? Running so fast?

Yes, no wonder so confident.

The other contestants only felt a gust of wind blowing, and something "swished" past.

I didn't see what it was.

"! Awesome! "People don't know how to put it into words.

There is only one sentence to show respect.

The nine classes all ran to the finish line excitedly to welcome Ning Wan's triumph.

"Boss, boss, are you tired? Awesome! Lu Yiran said.

Ning Wan didn't speak, and quietly took the coat from Lu Yiran's hand.

Deftly felt a piece of candy out of his pocket.