The third stick, Sister Maomao, can you? ”

Ignoring Tang Yu's stumbling, Chu Yancheng looked at Mao Qianpei, who was still "having an epiphany".

"Eh, no, Sister Maomao, how can I be fast, I ......"

Without waiting for Tang Yu to finish speaking, Mao Qianpei, who was in a state of epiphany, opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Tang Yu diagonally opposite, but at this glance, Tang Yu subconsciously whimpered and shut up.

"Well, okay, I'll do the third stick!"

"Smack!"

"That's right, the last stick will be handed over to me, as long as you don't fall too far behind, I have the confidence to break the situation back, if you can pull the distance, I have the confidence to pull the distance again!"

After receiving Mao Qianpei's affirmative answer, Chu Yancheng clapped his hands and continued happily.

"I'm going to find the fourth master first, you eat slowly!"

After deciding on the candidate, Chu Yancheng, who was a member of the sports committee, naturally couldn't sit still, picked up his dinner plate, turned around and left, in a hurry.

"Sister Maomao, how can I be fast, besides, shouldn't he keep the women's 4x100 meters as a secret weapon......"

Looking at Chu Yancheng's figure leaving in a hurry, Tang Yu muttered unwillingly.

"I hear you!"

Although Tang Yu's voice was small, Mao Qianpei's hearing was not covered, and before Tang Yu finished muttering, his faint voice had already reached Tang Yu's ears.

"Aha, what, I'm so full, let's go for a walk on the playground, there is still half an hour before my 100 meters will start!"

In terms of cowardice, who has he Tang Yu served?

As soon as Mao Qianpei's voice came into his ears, he had already picked up the plate and turned around and slipped away.

"Let's go!"

Seeing this, the three of them couldn't help but get up and leave together, Wang Chang quickened his pace, caught up with Tang Yu in front of him in three or two steps, and Yang Mobai and Mao Qianpei were one step behind, side by side.

"There are still too few boys in our class, Lao Tang and Zhu Yuan are one hundred meters and one is eight hundred meters, Wang Chang and Xie Jiawei are simply third-class cripples in sports, and only Lang Pang and Zhu Weifeng are left, Sister Maomao, you ......"

"Do your best!"

Shrugging her shoulders, Mao Qianpei said with a smile.

"Also, do your best to obey the destiny of heaven, this kind of thing, it's useless to think more!"

Seeing Mao Qianpei's performance, Yang Mobai thought about it and couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, you two, don't grind, hurry up!"

Okay, it's slow, Tang Yu in front is not happy, the two looked at each other and smiled when they heard the words, and followed quickly.

……

"After fierce competition in the morning, there have been project competitions, amateur men's shot put, first place, 13-level energy power major Shen Tiankuo, 20.34 meters; 2nd place, 14th grade business administration major Lang Shixian 19.83 meters, 3rd place, 13th grade ship and ocean engineering major Fang Wuzhou, 19.22 meters, 4th place, 14 grade ......"

As soon as they arrived at the East Playground, Yang Mobai and the others heard Yin Yue's voice coming from the loudspeaker, and Tang Yu's eyebrows couldn't help but pick.

"Lang Fat turned out to be second, no, I have to win the first place! You hang out, I'll go to the starting point to prepare! ”

Without looking back, he ran towards the finish line of the 100-meter final.

"It seems that Old Tang was stimulated by Lang Fat!"

Looking at Tang Yu's distant back, Wang Chang shook his head and smiled.

"Good thing, I hope it will be as he wishes!"

Soon, more than half an hour passed, and Chu Yancheng had successfully fooled Dong Kangkang to participate in the 4x100 relay race, at this time, the four of them were standing on the edge of the track, watching Tang Yu's 100-meter final.

"Bang!"

The starting gun sounded, just like in the morning, Tang Yu and the others roared past like wild horses on the loose.

100 meters is very short, and it is faster to run when you spread it, and everyone has not done anything on both sides of the runway, and it is already over.

Because he had a good lunch, he didn't faint like he did in the morning, and Tang Yu, who was in perfect condition, rode the dust and rushed to the finish line with half a body pressing the second place throughout the whole process.

"There's yours, Tang Yu!"

When Yang Mobai and the four of them walked to the finish line, they happened to see Liu Wu handing Tang Yu a bottle of drink, and then raised his fist to hammer him, while Mo Qingqing stood next to him and smiled and didn't speak, until he saw Yang Mobai and the four of them, he bent his eyebrows and said loudly.

"Little Poplar!"

"You're there too!"

Smiling and nodding, Yang Mobai gave Tang Yu a thumbs up.

"Yes!"

"Hehe, it's a must, don't mention it, I can't even compare to Lang Fat!"

Grinning, he didn't care that his face was already dark, and he didn't know what kind of Wang Chang, Tang Yu also gave Yang Mobai a thumbs up.

"It's going to be 4x100 soon, it's up to you!"

The award was set at the closing ceremony, so it would be very simple, similar to the previous shot put competition, after the radio broadcast, they began to prepare for the next relay race, and Yang Mobai, who was separated from Tang Yu, also went to the starting point to report.

After a while, under the leadership of the officers of the sports department, they went to their respective positions to prepare.

"I want to write a poem!"

Looking at Yang Mobai, who was already in place at the starting point, Dong Kangkang raised his hand and touched his chin, which had no beard at all, and sighed.

This is a boy with a national character face, with an average appearance, the type that is difficult to find when thrown into the pile, and the only feature is that there is a black mole at the corner of his mouth, which makes him look a little funny.

It was Yang Mobai who was the fourth child in the 511 dormitory opposite them, and at the same time, this guy was okay and liked to sigh and say "His Qing Dynasty is dead", so his classmates jokingly called him "Fourth Master". Although people are a little unreliable, they are also a little nervous, and they like to drag texts, but they are indeed brilliant, and they are already members of the Poetry and Literature Society.

"Fourth master, you still have to wait for the baton to be handed over to Sister Maomao, and you're chanting!"

Yang Mobai and the others were arranged in the innermost Dao, and Wang Chang, Tang Yu, Mo Qingqing, and Liu Wu were standing not far from Dong Kangkang. Hearing him say this, Tang Yu said with a smile.

"What the Governor of Tang said is very true, although the poetry is prosperous, but the competition is important, so I will wait until that end to chant again! Here we go! ”

As he was talking, he heard a gunshot at the starting point, and when Wang Chang and the others turned their heads to look, the white smoke had almost drifted away.

"Old Yang, come on!"

Seeing this, everyone couldn't help but get excited, and the cheers on the field also came and went, and the relay race or something could stimulate the enthusiasm of the students the most.

Yang Mobai's long legs really lived up to Chu Yancheng's high expectations, learning Tang Yu's trick to run in seconds, and successfully led the others by one second, although the cadence was a little slower than others, but with his two-meter long legs, he maintained the advantage of the position that he won by rushing.

"Squad leader, cow break!"

"Come on, little poplar!"

"Old Yang Chong!"

"Brother Yang, good! Great goodness! ”

"Hurry up, Yang Mobai, hurry up, ......"

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