Chapter 62

The contestants in the competition stood up.

"Let's go!" Zhang Ya moved her wrists and ankles.

"Huff …" Wang Xiao Man took a few deep breaths nervously.

"Right." Wang Xiao Man nodded her head. In any case, they had already trained diligently, and they had researched quite a few techniques, so they might as well listen to fate!

When the three of them walked towards the arena, Lin Xiao Rou curled her lips and chased after them, saying, "Um … I'll run the last bit. "

"You?" Zhang Ya looked up and down at Lin Xiao Rou with an expression of distrust: "Are you sure you can do it?"

Their original plan was to let Wang Xiao Man run the last strike, because Wang Xiao Man was the fastest one among them. Her explosive strength was strong enough, so running the last strike was safer.

"I wasn't there when you guys practiced, so I won't trouble you guys with the last swing. I even joined the school track team when I was in high school." Lin Xiao Rou was confident in her own running skills, and was ranked quite well in middle school. Although she hadn't practiced for a long time, running a 100 m sprint shouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Is that so …" Wang Xiao Man hesitated for a bit. In fact, she also felt that it wasn't right for her to run away for the last time, because if she let someone who was more confident run away, the result might be even better. Right now, she was so nervous that her calves were shaking, but she really didn't know if she could perform at her original level.

"Tsk." Yi Lan You pouted. If possible, she really wished that the three of them could run the entire distance, even if she had to run 200 years by herself. At most, they could just hurry up and leave.

"Then I'll be the first, Zhang Ya the second and You You the third." Wang Xiao Man made arrangements and said: "Lin Xiao Rou's fourth move."

"Then that's it." Zhang Ya and Yi Lan You nodded, and everyone started to walk towards the competition grounds.

Seeing the three people who despised him so much, Lin Xiao Rou nearly bit her lips until they shattered. Where did she not become the center of attention? These three deserve to die!

Just as they were walking into the competition grounds, Yi Lan You suddenly called out to Lin Xiao Rou: "Lin Xiao Rou, come over here!"

"Eh?" Lin Xiao Rou took the initiative to call her? What did that mean? She walked over with a skeptical face and asked, "Is there something you need?"

"When the Teacher Bai tells me about the final strike, the school newspaper will come over and take a picture of the contestants, don't say that this class monitor is not taking care of you." Yi Lan You extended his hands in a merciful manner, "Play with your hair, and be more careful when receiving the baton. Leave behind a better picture, maybe you can use it as the cover for the school newspaper." After saying that, Yi Lan You sighed with a face full of regret: "I had wanted to give my best friend a chance, eh … "It's all yours now."

"What?" Lin Xiao Rou was also startled, what was going on? She had no idea. "The school newspaper?"

"Shh!" Yi Lan You made a gesture of silence. "The school told me to keep this a secret, and said to take the most natural picture. However, you should also know that my relationship with the Teacher Bai is not ordinary …" Speaking to here, Yi Lan You smiled mysteriously: "Anyway, I'm the third strike, so there will definitely be a picture of me in the next issue of the school newspaper! It might even be the cover page! "

"..." Hearing this, Lin Xiao Rou, who was originally hesitating, immediately believed what she just said. If this were to appear on the cover of the school newspaper, it would be equivalent to gaining the recognition of the entire school. Maybe becoming a school beauty was something that could happen in the blink of an eye.

"Just run away!" Yi Lan You waved his hand.

"Got it." As expected, Lin Xiao Rou became more imposing, and even her steps towards the fourth move became bigger.

"Hmph." Yi Lan You snorted, she still did not understand Lin Xiao Rou? As long as she said that, in order to shine, not to mention using force in the competition, Lin Xiao Rou would definitely use all her strength!

"Get into position!" The referee raised his gun.

Everyone's expression became serious. All the students at the starting line had also set up their running motions. The entire venue was in complete silence.

The students at the starting line immediately shot out like arrows. At the same time, the students from the other classes also began to cheer for the contestants with their necks stretched out.

"Quick, quick, quick …" She seemed to feel that her legs had become exceptionally light, and she seemed to have ran out of the fastest speed she had ever had since birth. When she handed the baton to Yi Lan You, Class One (B) was ranked second, and after Yi Lan You received the baton, he ran towards her with all his might. At this time, the results had only remained in third place, and at the same time, she was chasing after the second place, which was also a long distance away from the fourth place.

After receiving the baton, how could Lin Xiao Rou dare to pretend that she was unable to hold it back anymore? She used all of her strength to run, but discovered that her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and after the third grade, she no longer ran anymore. Who knew that she would regress so much?

Thinking about that, Lin Xiao Rou frowned and gritted her teeth, purposely messing up her tempo when she took the next step. Due to inertia, she fell to the ground, and her knees were scratched.

"Si", that pain made her gasp. This time, the fall was a bit too heavy.

Injured, Lin Xiao Rou heard her classmates exclaiming, she stood up, but Lin Xiao Rou did not enter the stage, instead limping and walking to the end. Since she was injured, then she would have to do enough tricks.

Just as expected, when Lin Xiao Rou reached the finish line, the entire audience suddenly remembered the applause, which was even more praiseworthy than the student who got first place.

There were also those who praised this as the true [Olympic Spirit].