Then, a white light flashed in front of his eyes.

【Ding! Welcome to the Circus Running Competition]

[There are two rounds of this project.]

Participants: All Players】

As the mechanical sound fell, Yuan Qingli found that she had come to a playground with seven straight tracks.

At 200 meters by eye, at the end of the runway, there are seven more timers, corresponding to seven players.

Yuan Qingli always felt that something was wrong, but suddenly he couldn't think of what went wrong.

This game is definitely a bit boring.

Yuan Qingli stood on the second track, and on the first track to her left, a strange man was standing.

He wears a dark blue sweatshirt and black pants.

The angular and delicate facial features are coated with the light of the sun, which is more three-dimensional, and the amber pupils of the starlight are staring at him, and his expression is cold.

The body is lean, and the visual inspection is more than 1.85 meters.

It's a real meeting of seven players.

Noticing that other people's eyes fell on him, the man said politely: "Lu Xingyun." I was already inside the door when I came to this dungeon, so I didn't meet with you. ”

His voice was like the first sunny day after the snow, and there was a trace of clarity in the warmth.

The others didn't speak, only nodded slightly.

Yuan Qingli retracted his gaze, this guy had a watch on his wrist that stopped moving, and the screen cracked like a spider's web.

In addition to people with special fetishes, there is also a possibility that he just had a fight with someone.

A battle broke out in a strange dungeon just after coming to this person, and this person is not simple.

【Players! One minute to prepare——]

Several people quickly put on a starting position, but they were also confused.

Run now? Is it considered a win to run the top few places? What is the concept of two wheels? Running back and forth?

Yuan Qingli glanced at Xiao Lan at the start of the fifth track, she twisted the skirt of the evening dress into a twist and rolled it up, obviously afraid that the skirt would affect her running speed.

But the high heels on his feet did not take off.

Yuan Qingli silently looked down at his cheongsam, which was spread just right and could run.

Small white shoes, too, can run.

But, is it really just running? It's that simple?

As the old saying goes: the sound of the big voice is the sound of the elephant, and the elephant is invisible. The fewer rules, the more greasy.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Lu Xingyun on the left looking distressed, still muttering: "Oops, no, I'm not good at sports, it's over, I can't run fast......"

"It would be nice if someone could pull me along."

Yuan Qingli silently looked away, this guy is not only not strong in athleticism, but his IQ doesn't seem to be too high.

She took a deep breath and stepped on her little white shoe twice, enlivening her slightly stiff foot.

Yuan Qingli turned her eyes again, and the domineering president on the other side was a different scenery.

It has been scientifically proven that the starting position of sprinting, bending over and half-squatting to support the ground, is the easiest way to exert force.

As common sense, everyone is the same even if they are not standard.

Only the boss, standing with his feet together, standing upright, with his hands behind his back, is in the posture of an old cadre.

[Countdown!] 】

【3…】

【2…】

【1…】

As the sound fell, all the players on the starting line rushed out like a whirlwind.

At the forefront is Du Ruoyuan, who is wearing sportswear, worthy of being an athletic boy, who runs fast.

During the run, there is still room to look back at the opponent behind him.

Then there is the old player Huang He, the boss Bo Zijin, unexpectedly, Xiao Lan ran very fast, and the high heels did not affect her speed at all.

Yuan Qingli is on par with another high school girl, Zhou Yueying.

fell in the last place, as expected, it was Lu Xingyun who muttered to himself and exposed his shortcomings.

Du Ruoyuan was the first to arrive, and in the 200 meters, he ran extremely fast, taking 26.9 seconds.

Standing behind the finish line, the triumphant smile on his face could not be concealed by the violent rise and fall of his chest.

That look swept over Yuan Qingli, Zhou Yueying and Lu Xingyun, who were in the bottom three, as if they were looking at a dead person.