Chapter 45

Zhao Biao fixed looking at the front, eyes a wood.

Crouching trough, it's been reversed!

"Bang --"

"Zhao Biao, can you be more serious?"

There was a lot of booing.

When Zhao Biao heard this, his arms swung fast and his muscles began to tighten. If even girls couldn't run, wouldn't they be looked down upon?

He began to work hard, we can see that Zhao Biao is accelerating, and the cheering voice of class one is more and more enthusiastic.

Ouye was taken to the infirmary by two male students, leaving fangduo to support the field. Seeing such arrogance in class one, she immediately refused to accept defeat and said, "students, Shengyang, a girl is on the stage. Why don't we cheer for her?"

"Yes The girls are so excited that their eyes are full of excitement. Sheng Yang is really a model among the girls.

And the boys also began to be ashamed that they didn't make a decision to play for UEFA. Now they turn the guilt into strength.

The roar and cry are like a mountain falling down. They can suppress the class so that they have no power to fight.

"What? The competition is not like this. It depends on who can win in the end." A girl murmured in a low voice, then looked at Sheng Yue, "Yue Yue, don't you think so?"

Sheng Yue nodded slightly, but still did not look away from the track.

Frankly speaking, Zhao Biao is a track and field student, while Sheng Yang is just a village girl. There is no comparison between the two.

But why does she feel uneasy in her heart.

After watching for so long, it is obvious that Zhao Biao has accelerated, but the gap has not narrowed. Is she thinking too much?

Han Jingyu is also tight lipped, eyes heavy looking, absolutely sensitive to the number, let him not only see that the gap has not narrowed, but also he can see that Zhao Biao now running speed has far exceeded his usual level.

So that girl

Han Jingyu's eyes were like a deep pool.

Seeing that the finish line is coming, Zhao Biao has never caught up with Sheng Yang, and a group of people are in a hurry.

"Zhao Biao, are you going up?"

"What kind of gentlemanly manners are there at this time?"

"Zhao Biao, if you don't run first, you'll wait!"

Zhao Biao was so anxious that he wanted to. But just now, several times, he clearly saw that the gap had narrowed and the victory was expected. As a result, he was stunned to see that the gap had widened.

The other side skillfully controlled the distance, deliberately teased him to play, how to see, how like a cat playing with a mouse in general.

Aware of this possibility, Zhao Biao is even more angry. How can he lose to a girl? And she's playing with it?

As a result, his speed is faster and faster, but what he can do is not change this kind of decline which is controlled by others.

In the final sprint stage, Sheng Yang's eyes took two points seriously and sped up the gap.

"Dong --" across the finish line.

Fang duo handed over a glass of water for the first time, "Yang Yang, drink water."

"Well." Her sweat flowed down the beautiful white neck of the swan, and the perfect curve added to the girl's charm, which was amazing.

Class seven was absolutely unstoppable.

The first group surrounded Zhao Biao, who was holding his knees and panting for a while. No one handed water. Instead, they all complained.

"Zhao Biao, what's the matter with you?"

"It's not the right time to use it."

Zhao Biao can't breathe. He doesn't have the strength to explain. Even if he has the strength, he doesn't want to say it. Forget it, it's better for him to "let the girls go". It sounds better.