"Are you finished?" Everee roared.

"Wait, I'm collecting money, by the way, what's your name?" Chen Zhao was holding the pen and remembering it.

"Peter."

"Okay, Pete's two hundred dollars."

"If you lose, you will pay us a compensation, right?"

"Of course, I don't dare to pay any debts, right?"

Chen Zhao had already collected more than 1,000 US dollars, and seeing that no one had bets again, he then put the money away.

Chen Zhao retreated 30 meters away, ran up, sprinted, and took off.

Chen Zhao's figure drew an arc in the air and landed smoothly in the sand pit.

"Seven meters May Day."

Everyone looked at Chen Zhao in a daze, and there was no movement for a long time.

"No, it's impossible, you cheat." Everee didn't understand what was going on, and subconsciously felt that Chen Zhao was cheating, but in full view of everyone, it seemed unlikely: "Are you crossing the line?"

"You go and see it yourself."

The jumper is painted in white gray, and it is easy to see whether you step on the thread or not.

"It may also be that you ran over the line." Evere was still stubborn and unwilling to accept reality.

"Okay, it's boring to be so slutty, I'll win."

Bob looked distraught, did he lose?

Have you lost?

I actually lost to an Asian man who is fifteen centimeters shorter than me and has an ordinary body?

"Wait... I didn't give up." Bob suddenly shouted: "Since it was carried out according to the regular competition, I should have another chance."

Chen Zhao shrugged and made a gesture of asking: "Please."

Chen Zhao sat next to him, counting with a stack of banknotes.

Everyone wanted to go up and beat him when they saw Chen Zhao like this.

Bob took off again, seven meters and fourteen, but still failed to surpass Chen Zhao's record.

Bob sat in the sand pit and refused to get up.

He was too shocked, and the other students had no time to comfort him.

Because they were all stimulated by Chen Zhao, Chen Zhao finished ordering the money and looked satisfied: "No, two thousand one hundred and twenty dollars, Everee, thank you."

Everee gritted her teeth and looked at Chen Zhao, her eyes filled with dangerous red light.

"The second competition, a 10,000-meter long-distance race, do you dare to come?"

"Is anyone bet?" Chen Zhao asked.

Hearing this sentence, Everene felt even more angry.

"Grint, come."

Grint was a slightly slim black man, but when he took off his coat, everyone saw his refined muscles.

This is what is called making you look thin while wearing clothes, and taking off your clothes will make you feel fleshy.

"Grint, don't lose to him," Everene shouted.

"Evere, don't worry, I can't lose to an outsider." Grint said, and he also looked at Bob, as he seemed to have a personal grudge.

"Or whether five thousand meters is good or not, ten thousand meters is too far, and I don't know if I can run ten thousand meters." Chen Zhao said with a embarrassed face.

"There is no choice, you either stand at the starting line or give in."

"Didn't anyone place bets? There is no motivation at all." Chen Zhao said listlessly: "And I just finished the long jump and I feel so tired. I want to rest for a while. You guys will wait for me for half an hour."

"Half an hour off? Impossible, you can get up and run for me right now."

"No, I'm tired."

"I bet two thousand dollars." Everee said gritting his teeth.

Chen Zhao immediately got up: "Do you other people have to place bets?"

The former classmate Peter who lost 200 dollars came forward with a little hesitation: "Will you lose this time?"

"Please, track and field has always been the weakness of Asians, and do you think I am a professional athlete? I may not be able to run even five thousand meters."

"Okay, I'll pay another two hundred dollars." Pete made up his mind and took out two hundred dollars.

"So much?" Chen Zhao frowned.

"No?"

"I'm afraid that the money I won just now would not be enough to pay the compensation." Chen Zhao said in embarrassment.

“I bet too.”

"I bet too, I place a hundred dollars."

Sure enough, these children who have not yet entered society are just too naive.

Chen Zhao received another bet of 1,200 US dollars in pieces.

I took off my coat, pulled up my sleeves, and started to do small activities again.

"Come and get ready, Grint has been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Zhao then reluctantly arrived at the starting line and looked at Grint: "Hi, let me do what I do later? I won the money and I will share half of you."

Grint glanced at Chen Zhao with a cold face: "Don't even think about it."

“It’s so boring.”

Everee held the gun in his hand: "Prepare, don't talk."

Everene wanted to point the gun at Chen Zhao and shoot him hard in the head.

Bang—

Chen Zhao and Grint started at the same time, and Chen Zhao and Grint ran side by side. Grint had the speed of Grint and he had the same speed.

Grint sneered, running side by side with himself? Don’t look at his physical fitness.

Being able to last the first three thousand meters at this speed does not mean that others can do it too.

Long-distance running is a very tactical sport. If you use tactics well, it is suitable for the athlete's own characteristics and can naturally achieve good results.

But if you use the wrong tactics, you may not be able to escape even ten thousand meters.

"Grint, come on!"

"Grint, come on!"

All the students were cheering for Grint.

Grint was even more excited, but after running two laps, he found that Chen Zhao was still following him.

When he moved his heart, he deceived his physical strength first.

Thinking of this, Grinter immediately accelerated.

Sure enough, Chen Zhao immediately accelerated to follow.

Grint laughed in his heart. The layman is just an layman, and he was fooled so easily.

If it were a professional athlete, it would never be possible to be interfered with by other athletes and change their tactics.

However, after accelerating for three laps, Chen Zhao was still pressed against Grint tightly and was not thrown away at all.

On the contrary, Grint, who had messed up his running tactics first, led to a decrease in physical strength.

But it doesn't matter. Grint thinks that Chen Zhao will definitely not be able to hold on for too long.

Maybe he will be exhausted after the next round, or the next round.

"Are you tired? Do we want us to stop and have a rest together?"

Grint ignored Chen Zhao and spoke at this time, which was simply seeking death.

"Huh... I'm so tired, I feel like I'm about to lie down."

Chen Zhao was still talking nonstop: "Please help me see, is my hairstyle messy?"

Chen Zhao was running while taking care of his hairstyle, and Grint was about to be angry with him.

"I feel like running two more laps, no, I'll fall down in one lap." Chen Zhao's breathing became heavier: "How did you run, why are your breathing so smooth?"

"Have you been to China? If you have the chance, you must go to China once, that's a good place..."

"By the way, I used to watch TV and during competitions, I could drink water in the middle of the way, right?"

"That's a marathon." Grint finally couldn't help but say.

"You finally spoke, and I thought you were mute."

You are the mute, your whole family is the mute!

Grint ignored Chen Zhao. Why didn't this bastard fall down yet? Didn't he say he would fall down after another round?
Chapter completed!