"She's definitely breaking the rules!"

"Hey—why is she still running! It's not scientific. Is there anyone in charge! ”

A black man shouted behind the wind moan, but no one answered.

Running requires rhythm, and the black man who shouted did not dare to waste his strength on shouting, and looked at the wind moaning that was still accelerating in front of him, and said in his mouth: Crazy!

After complaining, he didn't dare to speak again, and tried to chase forward.

At the same time, the people on both sides of the road who watched the bustle, the camera crew driving in front of the recording, and through the 5G network speed, they knew the reason why the wind was not fatal to accelerate.

"Grandma's! Litter! ”

"Die!"

"Hey ghost!"

The spread of the news quickly spread by people on both sides of the road, leading to more and more people knowing about black speech.

Watching the lively crowd was furious, waving their arms and expressing their displeasure at the running blacks.

I don't know how many paper cups were smashed into the field, and the boos were endless, and the number of people who couldn't count wanted to rush into the runway and circle some people.

The scene was uncontrollable for a while.

Wind Moan, who was in the lead, noticed the situation, and she kept her speed and reached forward.

The camera crew on the recording car in front of him looked at Feng Yin and asked loudly, "What?" ”

Feng Yin didn't have much strength, and now she relied on a special way of pranayama to fight.

After a few breaths, the wind shouted out a loud word: Horn!

The camera crew understood and hurriedly found the horn.

But how do you hand it to the wind?

They must not influence the pace and rhythm of the contestants, that is against the law.

Fortunately, Feng Yin didn't let the other party think for long, and she accelerated again.

This time the acceleration made the black man who was catching up behind directly scolded the international common language: Fake!

How can she still have the strength to accelerate!

Marathon is a long-term race, and the emphasis is on rhythm, but why doesn't this person run according to the routine!

Everything behind her didn't look at it at all, her gaze was just forward.

The speeding wind ran to the side of the car the camera crew was riding, reached out and got the horn.

The camera crew had already turned on the switch, and Feng Yin put the horn to his mouth, took a hard breath, and shouted: "Don't mess around! I will win! ”

The five words with the air of control in the steadfastness were shouted out by the wind and recorded, and handed back to the camera crew.

The camera crew understood the purpose of the wind chanting.

They played the horn on a loop, and the crowd that had been in a commotion gradually calmed down.

"Stop! Wind Whisper says she's going to win, she's going to win! She's the wind! ”

"Wind Yin said that the words of the victor are more convincing, don't let our actions affect the rhythm of Wind Yin."

"Together, we helped her become the victor she is today."

Another trumpet.

The crowd, which was still a little restless, followed the sound and looked over, and a man was riding on the neck of another man, holding a big horn in his hand and shouting.

There was also a lady next to them, holding a large cardboard sign that read: Wind Yin will win, don't make trouble!

The trio shot.

They really understand the thoughts of the wind moan.

They understand the determination of the wind to win, the meaning of winning.

Li Sanyi kept shouting, Zhang Boer carried Li Sanyi, and the two of them were like giants, walking in the direction of the contestants, talking as they went.

Lin Yu held up the sign, and everyone who passed by was persuaded by her: Feng Yin, my boss will win.

The confidence and sense of belief of the three people in the wind affected the masses around them.

The police, who had dared to come to maintain order at the scene, only had one sentence in their hearts after seeing this scene: it had to be a wind moan.