Bai Bufan ignored Wang Ze's curses and curiously asked, "So? What time did Lin Li get for the three thousand meters?"
"Eleven twenty-eight."
"That's truly FeSO4," Bai Bufan exclaimed.
"What does ferrous sulfate mean?" Wang Ze did not understand.
"That's how uncultured people are. Talking to you gives me a serious Obstruction of Vision and Knowledge," Bai Bufan said disdainfully. "Ferrous sulfate, chemical formula FeSO4—translated into Chinese, it means 'inconceivable.' Got it, you uneducated Wang?"
Mocking people with knowledge felt amazing. Lin Li, I understand you now! Wang Ze: "..."
You call that a Chinese translation? Though he had not recovered yet, he decided to drag his battered body over and kill Bai Bufan first.
They casually ran the hundred meters.
When it came to explosive short-distance speed, Lin Li was not as comparatively at ease as he was in long-distance running.
But Wang Ze did not demand much. As long as Lin Li was not slow, that was enough. So long as the runners in the other lanes did not leave him far behind during the Sports Meet, it would be fine. The school Sports Meet was ultimately entertainment-oriented, and results came second.
With his spot confirmed, Lin Li relaxed quite a bit.
And Lin Li was very confident that if he had a little more time for targeted training, even in sprinting, his speed would far surpass that of ordinary people.
Right now, Lin Li was still lacking too much in terms of technique.
Once he made up for that, he would at least not be the one dragging the class down.
As for whether they could take first place, that depended on the performance of his other three teammates and their opponents. There was no use forcing it.
Bai Bufan had been watching the whole time.