The cool breeze crosses the border, and the sorrow cannot be dispersed.

The teenager standing on the starting line did not have much leisure and leisure in the sad autumn and spring, but just bent his knees slightly, ready to run at any time. The process of psychological change from "I oppose" to "I agree" can probably be written as an epic, or tragic and unspeakable, or plain, but it will not be boring to think about.

"Why did you agree?"

This is a question that has been asked by the audience, cookies and candy, the culprit who is about to run together, and even the teenager has asked himself.

But - I can't think of an answer.

It's not that there is no answer, it's just that I can't recall the thought of that moment anymore after racking my brains. The surging thought of seeing that golden moment in the crowd was forgotten as the sanity gradually cooled.

And the answer, as a matter of course, has been forgotten.

It's just that in any case, he is about to throw himself into a "war" that has no chance of winning, but he still doesn't know what the belief in "sending to death" is, and the young man is still more silent than dead.

With a moment of impulse, a moment of confusion, a moment of madness to whitewash the blank mind at the moment when you roar out "I agree", maybe you don't seem so stupid. But the boy didn't like the word 'for a while'.

He no longer thinks about why, he doesn't look for forgotten answers—the answers that make him reckless, they are complicated and complicated, and there is really no time to think about them.

Because soon, all the strength of his body, along with the oxygen in his brain, will be put into the upcoming run.

Running to the hopeless other side in the most primitive and savage way, waiting for the despair of the countercurrent to drown out the last breath. You may fall from exhaustion, or you may be unable to breathe and fall unconscious. However, it will never stop halfway.

"Bump!"

The explosion that heralded the official start of this long-distance running race called the King's Strategy sounded, and the sunny sky burst into the fictitious fireworks of the Void Source Technique.

Under the fireworks, the boy began to run

Time doesn't stand still.

And the run has just begun.

Xiao Chen breathed heavily, opened his legs, and started running as hard as he could.

There was a warm cheering sound in his ears, and a burly figure in front of him was fading away. Because noon has passed, dusk is approaching, and the sunlight sprinkled on him is a little warmer and less hot, but for some reason, a small chill rises from the bottom of his heart inexplicably.

The circumference of the outer circle of the stadium is close to 600 meters, and he has to run 600 meters in one minute, and as an ordinary person, he has to do his best from the beginning. And the consequence of all his efforts was that he couldn't run a few laps at all.

Xiao Chen was mostly desperate in his heart, and based on inexplicable impulsiveness, he agreed to such a ridiculous comparison, and now he finally received a frustrated feedback. But there was no way out, he couldn't stop, and he had to speed up again.

It was only the first lap, but at his current pace, he probably wouldn't be able to finish it in a minute—almost sprinting himself, but he might not even run a lap, and the ridiculous and sad fact was cruelly laid out in front of him.

Jiang Tiantian would inevitably control the lap time to about a minute, but his current figure was pulling away from him, and Xiao Chen easily judged that he was not fast enough.

If you're not fast enough to sprint, you'll have to sprint with all your might!

Thinking so, Xiao Chen suddenly quickened his feet that were constantly contracting and stretching, and his arms swung violently like oars. The oncoming air suddenly thinned, and the wings of the nose had to fan harder, and the mouth began to open slightly and greedily to suck the air rushing into the throat.

He squeezed almost all of his energy and managed to finish the first lap in 58 seconds.

Then it was time for the second lap of the run. After a full 600-meter sprint, his limbs were gradually sore, the air he breathed through his nose was far from enough, his mouth was wide open and he could not fully replenish the oxygen he needed, the depression in his chest became stronger and stronger, and his heart seemed to jump out of his throat.

And this is just the second round. The bleaker reality is that he can't slow down, even if his chest is about to burst and his legs are almost cramping, he still has to sprint with all his might, and a slight slowdown is a failure.

The figure in front of him looked laid-back—in fact, it was. Jiang Tiantian can use Huang Yuan to repair, I'm afraid that after a circle, he will only consume a little insignificant source power.

This is the most desperate situation, squeezing the physical strength to barely finish a lap, still struggling with how to run the second lap, only to find that the second lap is still only the beginning of the beginning, and the faltering enemy facing me is like a majestic mountain.

"How long is this run going to last?"

After the second lap, Xiao Chen's sprint continued, but his physical strength was about to run out.

......

......

A strange atmosphere permeated the audience, and the oppression was like a mist, and even the shouting cheers were deafening, but they could not be dispersed.

Everyone saw that Xiao Chen had tried his best, and he had been running desperately since the first lap, leaving no spare strength and starting to sprint. By the second lap, even though he had burned his remaining energy, he still maintained his fastest speed.

He couldn't cultivate the source, and he had never exercised demonic martial arts, and his body looked so weak that he couldn't help but run at such a high intensity.

The rules designed by Jiang Tiantian hit the key point of Xiao Chen, running 600 meters in one minute is equivalent to running 100 meters in ten seconds. This was not difficult for a cultivator, but it was like a nightmare for Xiao Chen, who had never even cultivated a demonic martial art.

Even if his feet barely listen to commands, his lungs seem to be burning, and his breathing is getting harder and harder, he still can't stop, he can't even slow down, and he has to run with all his strength every second. And the most cruel thing is that this is a run with no end in sight, as long as Jiang Tiantian does not fall down with all his strength, he can't relax, but Jiang Tiantian's posture like a leisurely walk mercilessly takes away the only glimmer of light in the darkness.

On the commentary seat, the biscuits roared to cheer for Xiao Chen, the audience followed the shout, and many female classmates had red eyes in the shouting.

Candy's eyes were also red, and she looked at the figure that struggled to make herself faster whenever she was about to slow down, and remembered the time when she was locked in her room alone and reciting the manuscript over and over again until her throat was so hoarse that she couldn't make a sound. It turns out that she is not the only one who is so cute. Suddenly, there was some sympathy, and more distress.

Of course, she is not the only one who is distressed, and Su Zhenbai is the same, but she never likes to show this kind of girlish attitude, she has no reddish eyes, and she does not look sad. If you want to use one word to describe her expression at the moment, it must be "frozen for a thousand miles".

Su Qingbo on the side felt the chill from the girl most directly, he could only smile bitterly, he had taught his students in the first class, not to pray for fairness, let alone to be demanding, but at this moment, he was slightly shaken by his theory.

Some fairness is necessary, because some injustices can make people feel distressed.

――Halfway through the third lap, Xiao Chen fell!

(PS: I found that the book review area was so deserted, and everyone who chased books went to the book review area to nag a few words casually, otherwise I always felt like I was playing a stand-alone game, and I was a little panicked.) ）