Fog Era

On the general points list of the class, the first and third grades of high school added a second place, and the points have risen a lot, ranking first temporarily. But all the students in Class 3 were crying, because they knew that this was just appearance, and the men's relay race was about to begin.

According to the principle of points, each class calculates the highest point in each project. This time Class 3 is the second, but Class 28 is likely to be the first, so it will be a complete failure on the total Points List of the class.

"Okay, okay, we hope very much, we all work hard!" Chu teacher of Class 28 was about to jump up excitedly, and slapped the boys participating in the relay race with his hands: "Win first, win the championship, our class is the championship!"

A boy's eyes glowed: "teacher, I remember the championship has three thousand dollars, right?"

"Yes, the championship has a class construction fund of 3,000. If you win the championship, students, I promise to give each of you a big gift!" Chu teacher has a big deal.

"ao ——!"

"The champion is ours!"

"Fuck the girls in Class 3!"

Everyone was silent, and at the same time looked towards the boy who just spoke. The boy shrank his head and stupidly changed his words: "Defeat the little girl from Class 3...little classmate?"

"No, no, I think your slogan just now is pretty good."

" Yes, go, go, fuck them!"

Pop, Chu teacher gave the boys a thoughtful post, so that those who are not ashamed or embarrassed will get out. The boys broke apart, sharpening their knives and preparing to slaughter the field, giving those Elite Class fools the final blow.

The men's relay race started to be recorded. The 28th class students couldn't sit still, and they rushed to the side of the track to form a powerful home channel.

Preparation for the relay race began, and the 28th class students were also full of air, took out the last vocal cords, and prepared to shout.

"Prepare--!" The referee raised his hand, and the whole school was paying attention. The students in Class 3 also watched coldly, looking at the bastards in the triumphant trash class, feeling nervous and desperate in their hearts.

Although many opponents have some athletes scattered in each position, the athletic ability of the 28th class is not to be trifled with, not to mention the finale Shi Tiexin.

"—Run!"

The referee waved his hand and shouted from the audience. With a whistling sound, Zhou Nan, who was the best, had already jumped out.

I saw Zhou Nanyun's leg-grabbing technique that had been trained in the canteen for a long time, as light as a yan galloping forward. Look! His eyes are full of expectation for lunch, full of longing for dinner, full of longing for the aunt in the cafeteria, his legs are smashed back and forth like Shadowless Foot, and the speed is incredible!

Even if there are sports students competing, Zhou Nan ran steadily in the first sequence, earnestly speaking of which ranked second.

"Brother Nan! Brother Nan!" Class 28 students cheered for the big brother, the former leader.

The first time to hand the baton, stable~~~

The famous Scud of Class 28, another speed dog who has been competing with Zhou Nan for the title of speed dog in the cafeteria for a long time, also initiated Charged! Look, his eyes are also full of expectations for victory, yearning for the first, enthusiasm for free running, and rushing forward with his tongue out like a stray dog, with the same speed!

With the foundation laid by Zhou Nan, this speed dog gradually rushed to the first place. This track is the best stage to play his innate talent!

"Oh--!" "Invincible, invincible!" The 28th class students also barked, cheering for the speed dog.

For the second time, it is still stable~~~

The third is starting! The third classmate seems to be a bit worse. After all, there are so many impossible ones in a class that can run. However, the third leg is more stretched, because the students in front have a good foundation, and the big brother at the end of his sight is strong, which makes him very confident.

There is a person next to him who sou sou surpassed him, and he glanced at the third stick and seemed to be a sportsman.

But it doesn't matter, he can't overtake me too much, the most is one meter. One meter away, drizzle for big brother iron, sprinkle water.

This championship, we are sure to win!

“Class 28 has a great advantage.” Wang Jinquan’s voice rolled and echoed in the school’s playground: “Class 28 was temporarily second in the third bar, but Shi Tiexin was strong in the last bar. , This kind of slight backwardness is not too much of a problem for him."

"It's almost a great deal."

"Can Class 28 win the championship?"

"Should the first and third grades of high school drink the bitter wine of failure?"

"Just look at this stick-eh? What happened? Oh, there was an accident, two The baton of Class 18 is gone!"

Moving forward a little bit, Liu Jingsong ran on the third.

He surpassed the guy in Class 28 next to him.

He could have been farther, but he didn't.

He looked at Shi Tiexin, who was about to take over, with a gloomy expression.

When the classmates in his class took the baton and began to pull his legs and gallop, he saw Shi Tiexin also start to start, and the kid behind was trembling and stretching the baton.

At this moment, Liu Jingsong shifted his heart, and suddenly he staggered under his feet. The whole person was tilted to the side as if he had lost his strength, and he was hitting the hand of the third rod of Class 28.

The third rod was already ready to be handed over, and I didn't hold it very firmly. Being hit by this, the whole person crooked, and the baton in his hand fell out.

The third rod suddenly tightened in his heart, but he still had a bottom line. It’s okay, pick it up quickly, and give it to the big brother iron, time is still too...

oh la la, with a sound, the swaying Liu Jingsong stepped on his feet and kicked the baton out. gu lu lu fell into the crowd outside the field, and couldn't see where he flew for a while.

"I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to." Liu Jingsong shouted, seemingly actively looking for the baton, as if he wanted to make a fortune. But in fact, he ran around and rushed, and instead made all around the 28th class students confused, unable to find the position of the baton.

"Oh?! Look, this is definitely a huge accident. The baton of Class 28 has fallen!" Wang Jinquan slap the table and stand up, turning into the most impartial and objective person: " This is a situation that no one can predict. The 28th class has added twists and turns to win the championship, but I believe that Liu Jingsong shouldn't be intentional."

"However," Wang Jinquan's words turned and the corners of his mouth couldn't bear it. Living overflowed with a little weird smile: "Objectively speaking, Liu Jingsong has done a good job for the first and third grades of high school. The 28th class is defeated, and the third class will inevitably become the first. mountain road twists around each new peak every cloud has a silver lining."

"Liu Jingsong, the third class should thank you."

"You have done a great job for Fang Qing!"

The students in Class 3 immediately clamored and yelled. The twenty-eighth class roared one after another, wishing to roll up their sleeves and rush up to beat Liu Jingsong.

The scene began to get out of control.