However, Bai Jingjing gritted his teeth and resisted his physical discomfort, and pursued him desperately, never giving in without losing.

The boys from the Civil Engineering College participated in sprint training and were too strong. Even if Bai Jingjing fought hard, he could not surpass him and only shortened the distance to within five or six meters.

The boys from the Civil Engineering College arrived at the baton line first, and Bai Jingjing followed closely behind, with only a short time of 4 seconds and 35 seconds.

When Bai Jingjing handed the baton to Yang Feizhi, he sat on the ground, gasping for breath, sweating like rain, and felt his lungs burning, and his burning pain.

"Oh, isn't that good?"

The boy from the Civil Engineering College gasped slightly, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said to Bai Jingjing.

"Haha. It's average, it's third in the world. I'm just the worst in the team. My brother is awesome, just wait and see!" Bai Jingjing said.

When Yang Fei received the baton, his opponent had already set out for four seconds, three or six, and opened up a distance of more than ten meters.

However, Yang Fei's skills were naturally not comparable to those of ordinary people after several years in Shaolin Temple.

Soon, Yang Fei caught up with his opponent and surpassed him, and arrived at the battery area first, winning three seconds.

The third stick is Li Dazhuang. Although he is strong and looks a little fat, his speed is not slow at all. Although he is not as good as Yang Fei, he is not much worse, and he runs forward like a tiger.

It’s a pity that Li Dazhuang’s opponent is too strong, he is more than 1.8 meters tall, and his long legs are more than 1.1 meters tall. He is extremely fast and quickly catches up with Li Dazhuang and surpasses him.

"mmp, I've used the fat I've raised for so many years to fight for you! Fight the duck--"

Li Dazhuang screamed strangely and began to fight desperately, rushing forward desperately, clenching tightly.

Unfortunately, his opponent was the first to arrive in the battery area, but it was only more than two seconds faster than Li Dazhuang.

However, at this moment, such a scene appeared.

A buzz-cut boy from the Civil Engineering College received the fourth baton and did not start immediately. Instead, he hugged his hands and looked at his opponent - a girl with a ponytail in the School of Economics and Management, with a gentle smile:

"Girl, I'll let you three seconds!"

The ponytail girl didn't say a word, took the baton from Li Dazhuang and ran away. Her speed was not slow, and she was considered the best among girls.

However, soon, the innate gap between boys and girls emerged.

The buzz-cut boy from the Civil Engineering College easily surpassed the girl with ponytail, turned around and waved his hand, saying:

"Girl, wait for you in front!"

The boy with a buzz cut arrived at the batter area, which was nearly ten seconds faster than the girl with a ponytail.

Wang Yun took the fifth stick and looked at An Youwei, who was also the fifth stick, and said with a gloomy sneer:

"Haha. Vox spirit, give up. You guys-you will definitely lose!"

An Youwei's pretty face turned cold and she said coldly:

"Don't be too proud too early, don't be the last moment, you will never know what the result is!"

"Rich, overestimating one's own abilities!"

Wang Yun sneered and ran out.

Ten seconds later, the ponytail girl ran to the baton area.

"Youwei, sorry, I ran too slowly!" the ponytail girl blamed herself.

"It's okay! And we are there!"

An Youwei took the baton, ran forward, advanced at full speed, and chased Wang Yun, who was thirty meters away.

The fifth stick is extremely critical!

Every second is a matter of time!

An Youwei used all her strength, and the speed was very fast, and the distance was shortened very quickly-

Twenty meters!

Ten meters!

Five meters!

——

"Come on Youwei!"

"The goddess will win!"

On the side, everyone was excited and cheered.

In the crowd, Lin Feng stared at An Youwei running in the wind, but shook her head and sighed:

"Youwei, you are still too impatient. You shouldn't use all your strength as soon as you come up. The lack of a gradual process will cause a huge burden on your body and will be insufficient in the future--"

Finally, six seconds later, An Youwei finally caught up with Wang Yun, but her face was not very good-looking, and she showed a pale whiteness and was breathing heavily.

After being caught up with his opponent, Wang Yun seemed not surprised at all. She glanced at An Youwei and said with a gloomy smile:

"Vox spirit, I've been waiting for you for a long time-"

“—”

An Youwei frowned, but didn't say anything, because she was too tired and seemed to have reached her limit and she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She gritted her silver teeth, stabilized her speed, and ran forward, surpassing Wang Yun bit by bit.

Seeing An Youwei surpassing her, Wang Yun seemed to be in a hurry at all and ran at a constant speed.

Soon, the two of them were separated by five or six meters.

And at this time, a curve appeared in front of him.

A trace of coldness flashed in Wang Yun's eyes, and she suddenly accelerated and speeded up on the curve.

She preserved her strength and accumulated strength, and waited for this moment!

Soon, Wang Yun caught up with An Youwei and surpassed him.

And the moment when the curve was speeding, the two of them collided, intentionally or unintentionally.

Bang—An Youwei let out a cry of pain, fell to the ground, sprained her ankle, and her eyebrows were furrowed in pain, and tears were almost flowing out.

Her foot injury was not long before she recovered completely, and the sprain became even worse.

"Vox spirit, seduce Brother Yong, and compete with me for a man, that's the end!"

Wang Yun sneered, a hint of pride appeared between her eyebrows, and then ran forward without looking back.

An Youwei was not angry or angry, and she didn't say anything. She just frowned, bit her silver teeth, endured the pain, tried several times before she got up from the ground and limped forward.

The game is not over yet!

She hasn't given up yet-

You can't give up!

Seeing this scene, everyone lost their voices!

At this moment, the track was silent, as silent as a cemetery!

People look at the strong girl limping in the wind, and unknowingly, their hearts are touched and their emotions are infected. Just looking quietly, a resonance arises in their hearts.

persist in!

come on!

Someone shouted to come on!

Then, everyone shouted at the rhythm.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

——

In the crowd, Lin Feng stared at An Youwei, a hint of heartache flashed through his dark eyes, and then looked up slightly and saw that Wang Yun had handed the baton to Liu Yong.

At this moment, Lin Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, and a cold light condensed in his eyes.

"Want to win - have you asked me?"

After the words came to an end, Lin Feng disappeared from the spot.

Youwei, whatever you want, no matter what you want - I will give it to you!

Even the whole world, I will hold it in front of you with my own hands, making it within your reach!

One step, the pain frowned!

In one step, tears of pain were almost falling!

It hurts every step, and it hurts into the bone marrow!

But An Youwei gritted her teeth and tried hard to persevere, getting closer and closer to the baton area!

Thirty meters-

Twenty meters-

——
To be continued...