cartoonist in doraemon

Chapter 175

So when the game started, Lin Feng directly controlled the overall rhythm in his own hands.

In terms of physical fitness, even if ten fat tigers add up now, they may not be able to catch up with Lin Feng alone.

That's why he would stand up at the right time and lead everyone as the centipede head.

However, Lin Feng only controlled his power within a reasonable range, neither too big nor too small.

Otherwise, if it is too large, the students behind will not be able to keep up with him, resulting in falling behind.

If it is too small, it will be caught up by the other two teams.

Therefore, Lin Feng is constantly controlling his own forward speed, so that the overall coordination of the team can reach an optimal position.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, but the students who followed Lin Feng felt like there was an invisible force under their feet that was helping them move forward.

Although the friction on the ground that has just rained has indeed increased a lot, it seems that it is not as difficult to move forward as they had imagined before.

Even Fat Tiger, who was in the middle of the team, felt something was unusual.

Because even though they had found this similar sense of coordination during group training in the open space before, they still felt very strenuous at that time.

It's even more difficult to speed up even further.

But today I don't know why, the pace under my feet has not only become very rhythmic, but also very light.

Even if their current fighting spirit is not as high as before, under such prerequisites, they can still lead the other two teams all the way and gain an innate advantage.

"Very good! Keep this rhythm, and the champion will definitely be ours in the end!"

"Everyone, keep up the good work...!"

Fat Tiger, who was in the middle position, couldn't help shouting excitedly when he saw that his team had begun to lead the other two teams.

"Nobita, it's the same with you, cheer me up! Otherwise, I won't spare you when the game is over!"

After shouting, Fat Tiger saw Nobita in front of him looking out of breath. He also said to Nobita with some hatred for iron.

"Ah... yes, yes!!"

Originally, Nobita looked weak, but after hearing the threat from Fat Tiger, he immediately forced himself to wake up, with a look of panic on his face.

The purpose of Lin Feng's arrangement is actually very good.

After all, Nobita's nemesis is Fat Tiger, so the fat tiger is arranged behind Nobita, so as to ensure that during the game, Nobita will not choose to paddle soy sauce because of his own laziness.

Because once he shows such a lack of fighting spirit, he will be warned by the fat tiger behind him.

And as long as Nobita is not bad, then the team's overall marching efficiency is still very high under the rhythm of Lin Feng.

And Class Two of Five Years led the way, making the participants in Class One of Five Years and Class Three of Five Years feel a little baffled and even annoyed.

Obviously their overall team doesn't look very strong, and in terms of the development of motor nerve cells, there should be few other people except Fat Tiger and the class leader Chu Mushan.

Speaking of which, the boy who stood in the first row as the head of the centipede did seem a bit unfamiliar.

Are you a transfer student?
Because everyone is also a member of the same grade group, each other has a rough impression of who is in which class.

After all, when I participated in various activities before, I have met each other.

And when they have free time, members of these classes will also form their own baseball teams and go to the baseball field by the river to play baseball games.

So the team members from the other two classes could tell at a glance that Lin Feng seemed to be a new classmate who had just transferred to Class [-] of Year [-] this semester.

They were still wondering why Class [-] in the fifth year didn't let Fat Tiger take the lead as the centipede head.

Now it seems that they have found someone with more powerful motor cells than Fat Tiger to be the centipede head.

But the current situation is not what they want to see.

How can one person decide the key to the outcome of the entire competition?

"Everyone, work harder! Show off your usual training energy! Surpass them in one fell swoop!"

The five-year class one and five-year class three on the left and right have also begun to enter a short-term outbreak stage.

With everyone's concerted efforts, the movements of their feet became more and more coordinated, and their speed became faster and faster.

Seeing that they were about to catch up one by one from the left and one from the right, a calm and calm smile crossed the corner of Lin Feng's mouth.

Although on the surface, there is not much change, but what makes the other two teams feel the most uncomfortable is that no matter how hard they work and how much their speed improves, they cannot catch up with the No.1 five-year-two team. class.

Although their overall speed is not very outstanding at first glance, it can even be seen that some people in the entire team are not so coordinated.

It's like Nobita, who is in the middle of the queue, looking forward and backward, as if he will fall behind at any time.

If there hadn't been Fat Tiger behind Nobita, using his own body to block his swaying movements, I'm afraid Nobita, a guy with no motor skills, would have been thrown out long ago.

Although the others are slightly better than Nobita.

But obviously, they didn't know why, and they weren't as motivated as they were at the beginning.

However, it is such a team that has always occupied the No. 1 position among the three teams.

No matter how hard the other two teams try to catch up, they still feel that there is still a big gap between them and the No.1 Lin Feng.

"Now we can see that Class [-] is still in the lead after five years!"

"The other members of class [-] of five years and class [-] of five years are also struggling to catch up."

"Which class will win the team competition championship of the fifth-grade centipede race this year?"

"Please let us wait and see!"

As the high-spirited and excited commentary sounded again on the radio, the enthusiasm for the entire sports meeting also began to rise again.

No one expected that in this centipede race, a dark horse named Class [-] of Five Years would emerge.

(End of this chapter)