Bai Yueguang is over-compensated [Transmigration Book]

Li Jinghong: "Hey! Two to one, the minority obeys the majority, even if you object, monitor, it will be useless!"

Xia Yubai: "...No. 5."

After a gunshot, the contestants on the track shot out like arrows off the string, galloping towards the finish line.

No. 5 was indeed a sprinter, and he crossed the finish line first.

Chi Zhou lightly pushed No. 3 to win No. 2. Li Jinghong's No. 2 completely failed his expectations. He was a step behind at the start, and he was pressed hard after that, only getting No. 4.

The three of them were dead silent, and both of them looked at their "father" today.

"Nizi" Li Jinghong was quite dissatisfied with the result, and asked unwillingly: "How can the squad leader see through the real strength of No. 5 at a glance?"

Xia Yubai: "I know him, a track and field student on the school team."

Li Jinghong seized the opportunity and immediately backtracked: "Squad leader, you play tricks~ You knew the result early and still teased us at the same table, it's too much!"

Xia Yubai: "...The bet is just a joke, it doesn't count."

Li Jinghong got his wish, and no longer choked his throat and pinched his orchid fingers to speak.He himself felt goosebumps when he heard his voice just now.In order not to be someone else's son, he had no choice but to resort to this tactic of killing one thousand enemies and injuring himself eight hundred.

Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared, and so is being a father.He decided that if he was not sure of winning in the future, he would never gamble his dignity as a man again.

The three continued to watch the second group of matches.

Xia Yubai, a sports student on the school's track and field team, recognized most of them.This caused the three of them to watch the game as if they were prophesying. Once the athletes stood on the starting line, it was basically clear who was the first.

Occasionally, however, an unexpected dark horse emerges.

Sprinting requires talent, but the gap between sports students and ordinary students is not as exaggerated as between professional athletes and ordinary people, and there is not much difference between fast runners.

The spectatorship of sports games lies in the uncertainty and the passion and vitality it shows!After Xia Yubai's optimistic sportsman narrowly placed second in the group due to a mistake in the start, Li Jinghong said with emotion that he even faintly regretted that he didn't gamble and lost a rare opportunity to be the squad leader's father.

The next morning, Chi Zhouqing and his deskmates were waiting for the 3000-meter registration at the check-in office.

Li Jinghong became nervous belatedly, with a sad face: "Seven and a half laps, I won't disappear on the playground, will I?"

Chi Zhouqing: "Who excitedly dragged me to compete at the beginning?"

Li Jinghong sighed again.

Xia Yubai stood beside them.

Although he is not a competitor, the long-distance runner saw the fluorescent vests with number plates on the surrounding athletes, and he seemed to have heard the gunshot of the starting gun in his ears, and he was also very nervous: "Do you need me to run with you for the last 100 meters? "

Chi Zhouqing said tactfully: "I suspect that you might not run as fast as me in the last 100 meters."

Xia Yubai, who barely passed the long-distance running every time: "...Isn't it?"

Li Jinghong: "Oh, the school won't run with me anymore. Monitor, remember to ask a few more people to wait for us at the finish line. One person may not be able to lift me up."

Xia Yubai: "...Okay."

There are not as many people reporting for long-distance running as for short-distance running, so there is no need for groups.Twenty or so people stood on the starting line in two rows. After a shot was fired, the athletes crowded and ran out side by side.

Chi Zhou has a light mentality of Buddhism. He came to run the 3000 meters as an accompanying runner, and he didn't expect to rush to the front. It was not worthwhile to consume a lot of energy at the beginning.

He slowly ran among the large troops in the middle and rear of the team.

In order to prevent students from running seven and a half laps and getting dizzy behind, and they don’t know how many laps they ran, the sports team set up a lap countdown sign at the finish line. Seeing that No.1 ran past, the side The referee turned the page.

07, 06, 05...

Round and round, Chi Zhou was sweating profusely as he ran lightly. Beads of sweat flowed into his eyes, and the runway in front of him blurred into a sea of ​​red.

Body and mind are strangely separated.

His legs were sore and weak, he was panting heavily, and he still had time to think about it: Fortunately, I am not short-sighted, otherwise I would wear glasses for running and keep pushing them, how tiring it would be.

04, 03...

The distance between the players gradually widened. In the first lap, he was crowded with others on the outer circle. Now it is an exaggeration to say that he has the inner track all to himself.

The one in front pulled him half a circle, turned his head to find his figure, and the one behind him was panting heavily behind him, the sound was not far or near, but he still couldn't pass him.

"Come on! Only two laps left!" The referee encouraged when crossing the finish line again.

Only the last 800 meters left.

Chi Zhouqing couldn't tell what his current state was, he was floating, his legs seemed to be unconscious, and he was only moving forward by inertia.After passing that difficult peak, the running process became easier.

"One more lap!" the referee whispered.

All the voices around him disappeared, and the breathing sound of the person behind him also disappeared. Only the sound of his sneakers stepping on the plastic track and his calming breathing remained in his ears.

"Come on, come on! It's only a few tens of meters away! Let's go!"

"Number 8, second!"

He finally stepped on the white finish line, and Xia Yubai, who had been waiting at the side for a long time, stepped forward to catch him, stopping his downward trend: "Don't sit on the ground, I will support you and walk slowly."

Chi Zhou took the mineral water lightly and took a big gulp.It was light salt water, and he felt a little better because of the thoughtful details at the front desk.

Xia Yubai asked him, "Are you feeling well?"

Chi Zhou lightly squeezed the mineral water bottle to play, and after walking slowly for a while, his strength recovered, and he joked slowly: "It can't be better, I feel that I can run another ten laps."

The corner of Xia Yubai's mouth curled up slightly: "No.2 is good enough, No.1 is a sports student, and he is not as normal as him."

Chi Zhouqing recalled that in the middle and late stages of 3000 meters, he could hardly see the person in front of him. He ran [-] meters as fast as running [-] meters, and he was hard to match as an amateur.

Li Jinghong, who had turned into instant noodles, saw them, and walked towards them with the support of two classmates: "Yes... you can! Your deskmate is really deep enough!"

Li Jinghong ran No.7. At the beginning, he rushed forward sullenly and kept pace with No.1. He was very proud.

Unexpectedly, the people behind kept throwing him away round and round at the same speed, and he was powerless to chase after him.Fortunately, he ran fast enough in front, even if he walked and ran behind, he still got a ranking, added 1 point to the class sports meeting score, and could also get a notebook and pen as a reward.

After Li Jinghong finished speaking, he choked on drinking water and coughed so loudly that the classmates next to him patted him on the back helplessly: "Brother Jing, slow down, you've already drank two bottles of water, drink less."

Li Jinghong regained his strength and began to make jokes again: "I sweated and won honor for our second class on the sports field, but in the end I didn't even have the qualifications to drink two bottles of mineral water. My heart is broken."

The classmate laughed again: "All right, you drink! I'll go and bring a whole box here, and I will never let our athletes sweat and cry!"