Xueba God-level system

This may not be an appearance, but a certainty.

With no time to think about it, Wang Xiang quickly took off his sneakers and started running on the red track at high speed.

But even if he runs away now, so what.

Because the audience's applause also echoed in the surrounding sky.

Wang Qiang, 2 seconds 98, he once again set a new personal record.

It can be seen that after the gunshot, while running forward, he would occasionally look back at the students in class nine.

If there is no such detail, it is estimated that it is two seconds away, which is very close.

The second bat was almost delivered, and the first bat from Class Nine was still on its way.

Cheng Yaotie couldn't bear to see this Wang Xiang anymore. In order to deceive others as quickly as possible, he came up with a very good way.

In fact, it is very simple. It is impossible for the audience to focus on the fourth rod.

Since he and Zhao Jie were only 50 meters apart, they could still hear each other's whispers.

He made a bold inference, running 100 meters by himself and letting Zhao Jie rest.

With Zhao Jie's speed, running within 1 second is simply more difficult than reaching the sky.

Cheng Yaotie has made an estimate, one second, maybe there is no big problem.

In an instant, he and Zhao Jie switched positions, and of course the number plate on the back was like a beam swapping a column.

Now, the third bat of Class [-] is about to start running.

As for Wang Zhekai, he just got the baton.

Fortunately, Zhe Kai didn't have any accidents like Brother Xiang. If there were any, why would he run away? Wouldn't it be best to just admit defeat.

He had calculated that as long as Class 5's last shot lasted more than [-] seconds, they would lose.

At this time, Zhao Jie was leisurely walking towards the fourth place.

Zhao Jie certainly has a strategy to deal with this situation.

If the referee asks at that time, at worst, he will say that he is discussing the next countermeasure with the previous bat.

A simple sentence can explain everything, so there is no need to be so nervous.

"Wang Zhekai, pass it to me quickly."

Cheng Yaotie roared angrily, because the next three seconds would be the brightest moment in his life.

When he got the stick, he started running.

And the last stick of Class [-] was less than ten meters away from the finish line.

Perhaps he thought he was certain of winning, and his originally vigorous pace seemed to have been slowed down a lot.

"Even if you run forward with all your strength, you are still no match for your brother Tie."

He murmured in a low voice, making full preparations for Class Nine's triumphant return.

A catalyst was added to the leg muscles in an instant, making the energy provided many times higher than usual.

Now, even the narrator dropped his jaw in shock. Is this a counterattack?

His pace was like a flash in "Glory of the King". Before he could see what was going on, he had already reached the third place.

He passed the stick to Zhao Jie as quickly as possible, and then he passed it back again.

Such a quick movement is impossible for ordinary people to see.

They may still foolishly think that Class Nine is hiding a dragon and crouching tiger, deliberately acting for others to watch.

The one or two bats that just appeared on the stage were purely for fun, and the three or four bats were the real thing.

Seeing that the gap that was behind before was gradually narrowed, the curse witch couldn't sit still.

If the members of the Demon Star family could run so fast, then it would still believe it.

But is it possible for humans on earth?

Of course, it still doesn't know that classmate is Cheng Yaotie, and it has been kept in the dark.

No, no matter what, I can't let Class Nine win.

If they really win, it will undoubtedly fuel their arrogance and domineering arrogance.

Especially Niu Zihao, he probably would wake up laughing in his dreams.

In fact, here, the Magic Star Curse Witch made a wrong analysis.

Just a school sports meet, friendship comes first, competition comes second.It doesn't matter who wins or loses, the important thing is to participate and experience the joy of cheering and cheering.

Speaking of what Niu Zihao cares about the most, it must be related to learning.

As for the Xueba system, it doesn't matter if you don't want it, as long as you like learning, that's more important than anything else.

It might be that Niu Zihao interfered with those red-clothed demon star soldiers in the evening self-study. It's been a long time, so is there any need to worry about these things?

The witch's mind is really narrow, comparable to that of Zhou Gongjin in the Three Kingdoms period.

Since he was born witch, He Shenghao.

Seeing that Cheng Yaotie was almost crossing the finish line, he couldn't delay any longer, otherwise Class Nine might really have the last laugh.

One flew into the air, and the witch floated in midair.

It hit Cheng Yaotie's body like a cloud of air, preventing him from running forward.

"What the hell is going on, why can't I move?"

Cheng Yaotie already sensed that something was wrong, as if somewhere in the dark, there was a mysterious force dominating him.

Everything is just a temporary fragment.

He had also learned a few tricks from the witch, about magic against the unknown.

"The formula of heaven and earth."

With a shout, the surrounding air also became chaotic.

The curse witch didn't have time to guard against it at all, and with an "ah", it did hit it.

"It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. I didn't expect a high school in a county town to have such a powerful character. It's really rare." The witch continued to increase his skills. Obviously, he would definitely not be an ordinary s student.

The super strong air pressure soon shrouded Cheng Yaotie's vicinity, and he began to feel out of breath.

"ah!"

He stepped back with his heels, and then exhausted all his strength again, and punched out the Qiankun Jue.

This time, the soul of the curse witch was directly beaten to pieces.

"Damn."

Because something went wrong in the last fourth bat, the one who could have won the first place was handed over to the opponent's nineteenth class.

Of course, Cheng Yaotie didn't dare to tell anyone what happened to him, it was simply incredible.

"Ah, I'm in so much pain."

In the damp and dark toilet, the curse witch spat out a mouthful of black blood.

It has to be said that it still somewhat underestimated these students.There are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky.

Without any strength to speak of, how can he dominate the world.All this is just empty talk.

"No, my primordial spirit has been broken up, I have to find a suitable sustenance."

If you don't act quickly, the current witch will really become an empty shell in the future, wandering in the world without hiding.

To put it simply, even a gust of wind can scare it away.

At this time, in the duty room, Uncle Li was leisurely brewing a pot of tea and flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

A willow fan, very casually staying quietly on the mat.

He picked up the fan, waved it in the air, and a small fly came out.

The witch was out the window now, watching him.