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"You still want to run?" Song Yingying looked at the sun above her head, "I won't run this time, right? It's very hot, I'm afraid you will have heat stroke."

Wen Yijia shook his head: "I'll run slowly, it's okay."

He persevered in every physical education class, and didn't want to give up easily: "If I can't stand it, I will stop."

His bloated figure moved slowly on the track.

The students in Class 9 have formed a habit of running two laps at the normal frequency first, then the boys will accompany Wen Yijia to run one lap, and the girls will cheer everyone on at the finish line.

Then I saw that Wen Yijia fell on the runway.

"He's fainted!" a boy cried out in panic.

Everyone tried to lift him up, but because he was too fat, they couldn't lift him.