A few minutes before the 100m sprint, Tang Xin sat on the chair and looked like a landlord.

"Pinch the shoulder."

Ye Qiu, who had just finished running, rolled his eyes and pressed his delicate hands on Tang Xin's shoulders, kneading them lightly or hardly.

"Hard-beating."

Cheng Mu, who put all his hopes on Tang Xin, obediently clenched his two small fists and fell on Tang Xin's legs like a drum.

"potato chips."

Sun Dao was stunned and looked at the potato chips in his hand. He didn't plan to share them, but Ye Qiu and Cheng Mu glared at him and handed the potato chips to Tang Xin with disgust.

"Wine."

Qiu Qiang resisted the mineral water that was right at Tang Xin's hand and smashed him in the head. After Tang Xin glanced at him, he picked up the mineral water bottle and opened the lid and handed it over.

Taking potato chips and drinking water, Tang Xin shook his head and closed his eyes and let the sun shine on his face, feeling the spring breeze and sunshine.

“I love sports meet.”

Sun Dao and Qiu Qiang hugged their arms and sneered.

They have been paying attention to Tang Xin these days, and he has never done anything to Ma Chang.

As his eyes turned, Ma Chang was doing warm-up activities like other players in front of the starting line of the track, and from time to time he looked at them provocatively.

Can Tang Xin outperform?

Foul during the game?

Countless pairs of eyes are staring at the school!

Some people from the student union came to urge the contestants from Class 3 and 4 of high school to appear.

Tang Xin stretched his arms and stood up, slowly walked towards the starting line, Ye Qiu followed him with a handkerchief, and whispered to him with a serious look on his face: "You can't win, you're dead."

After looking at her for no reason, Tang Xin asked, "Shouldn't you cheer me up?"

"I have been cheering you up for more than a week. What about you? Now you must be aware of the pressure and perform extremely well!"

Tang Xin avoided her resentful expression and walked to the starting line. Ma Chang, who was passing through the two of them on the left, silly stroked his neck with his big thumb on his right hand, obviously imitating the arrogant actions of European and American thugs.

Pure slut, no help!

On the side of the track, a group of senior high school boys gathered together and shouted and cheered Ma Chang.

Ye Qiusun, Cheng Mu and Qiu Qiang were also standing on the sidelines. It was obvious that the voice was much weaker, but Cheng Mu, who had betrayed, cheered Tang Xin.

The physical education teacher stood by the starting line, shouted for preparation, blocked his ear with one hand and held the starting gun with the other.

Bang!

After a crisp gunshot, eight people rushed out of the runway.

The enthusiasm on the sidelines was instantly ignited, and countless cheers and cheers resounded throughout the sky.

Ma Chang was in the lead position after starting, and his starting speed was extremely amazing. Qiu Qiang was the only one who beat him in the entire three.

Running is an exercise related to emotions, so it is not difficult to understand the role of stimulants.

Ma Chang's face looked like a ferocious devil, gritting his teeth and bursting out with great force. Thirty meters and fifty meters, his eyes were fixed at the finish line, but no one was caught up with him from the corner of his eyes.

The victory is sure to be won!

One hundred meters is just a sprint distance for him.

But when it was seventy meters, Ma Chang suddenly found someone running with him.

I couldn't help but turn my head and take a look. Tang Xin, who was relaxed and had a smile on his lips, swaying his hands back and forth, and his legs seemed to move in a shadowless manner.

When he noticed someone was looking at him, Tang Xin turned his head and looked at Ma Chang, his lips moved slightly, and his mouth seemed to be saying: silly x.

Ma Chang's breathing rhythm was disrupted. Seeing that Tang Xin had surpassed him half a position when he was ten meters away from the finish line, he was shocked and his steps became messy. Tang Xin was about to cross the finish line. He was reluctant to reach out to pull Tang Xin's shoulder, but Tang Xin still easily took the lead.

After the finish line, Tang Xin stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead panting and calmly. Before he could turn around, he heard the screams around him.

Turning his head and looking, Ma Chang stumbled and fell to the ground, and his body rubbed the track with inertia to reach the finish line.

Other contestants passed the line one after another. A group of boys from the second year of high school rushed over to help Ma Chang up. He had a large scratch on half of his thighs and arms. The injuries were not serious, and even the blood oozed was shocking enough.

"Wow! Tang Xin!"

Cheng Mu didn't care about others. She started from the sidelines since Tang Xin started, and after chasing her all the way to the finish line, she turned a corner and rushed to him. She was so surprised that she couldn't even say anything.

"Pay attention to the impact, pay attention to the impact."

Tang Xin pushed her head aside and looked at Ma Chang who was surrounded by people.

Is this guy crying?

The corners of the eyes are obviously wet.

But he still acted like a tough guy and his face was tense, his eyes crossed the gaps between the people around him and turned to Tang Xin, and he was very angry.

I don't bother to pay attention to him.

Tang Xin smiled slightly when he saw him being helped.

Not gloating.

It's 200m and you don't have to run!

"Ma Chang! Now Tang Xin has won. Don't talk to me again in the future. I will apply for a transfer next week and don't want to see you!"

Cheng Mu's waist was as cold as ice.

There were many people watching. Ma Chang put one hand on his companion's shoulders, his facial muscles twitched, and his face was calm and he spit out a word: "Go."

It's impossible not to leave.

The area where the arms and legs are scratched is so painful. It is time to disinfect and relieve pain and bandage it.

What keeps flowing out is his blood.

Seeing him being supported by his companions walking towards the infirmary, Cheng Mu snorted coldly and turned around, and instantly started dancing again, and said incoherently to what Tang Xin said.

"Tang Xin, you are simply a flying man!"

"You should go to the Olympics!"

......

Ye Qiu, Sun Dao, Qiu Qiang came over, Ye Qiu and Sun Dao were just right, so they didn't take it seriously, just run.

But Qiu Qiang was puzzled. Tang Xin had just started the explosion and was almost the last place, and the speed of sprinting with all his strength was amazing.

If Qiu Qiang starts like him, he will fall behind and runs to the finish line, he will at most barely surpass Ma Chang, but Tang Xin is leading Ma Chang at least two meters to reach the finish line.

"Tang Xin, you shouldn't take stimulants, right?"

Tang Xin said without changing his face: "Qiu Baiwan, I said last time that I was hiding my strength before."

"Why do you still have to hide it if you can run so fast? Cheng Mu hasn't been able to sleep well these days."

Ye Qiu complained to Tang Xin.

When middle school students run, the gap is not that obvious. Tang Xin can run fast without practicing sports, so there is nothing to make a fuss about.

As long as Tang Xin wants to run, the world sprint record can be easily broken.

But he only defeated Ma Chang two meters today, and everyone can accept this reality.

Cheng Mu and Ye Qiu went to see Tang Xin's results, Qiu Qiang walked back to the class base to rest, preparing to welcome the last 800m of the morning.

Tang Xin and Sun Dao walked into the teaching building and stood in the corridor of senior high school and looked down at the playground.

There is no one around, and the teachers are also entertaining on the playground. After all, there are also teacher competitions in the sports meet.

Sun Dao lit a cigarette and found Tang Xin in a daze. He touched him and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Tang Xin said softly.

"Does Cheng Mu and Ma Chang bet like we bet with Wang Hongcheng?"

Sun Dao flicked the ashes, and when he thought about it carefully, it was very similar.

Similar places are not bets.

It's a process.

Provoking.

They all take on the bet without brains when the other party is out of control.

"Hey, I feel this is ridiculous. Brother, what if you lose today? That guy dares to touch Cheng Mu? Girlfriend? Dating? I'm so lucky, just run and make a woman? Only such stupid x would have such an idea. Things are so simple. Let's spend a few packs of cigarettes every week to find a few gangsters, and play heroes every day to save beauty. Then it's easy to collect all the beauties in the sky."

Although Sun Dao's words are vulgar and unremarkable, they also make some sense.

Tang Xin didn't say anything anymore, and his questions were broken.

What he suspected was not the process of this bet, but how did Ma Chang think of this method?

If he wins.
To be continued...