Because he no longer needed to use the Excrement Tactic, all Lin Li had left to do was win the championship and break the record.
It wasn't difficult. He just had to move his legs.
Lin Li had no love for running. To his former self, running had been torture; to his current self, it had become unbearably dull.
But dullness could be turned into anticipation.
Whenever he came out of a curve and began running down the straightaway, Chen Yuying would always appear in his field of vision, becoming the focal point as she waved the bottle of mineral water in her hand at him.
It was the same on both straightaways of the Sports Field.
Of course, they couldn't teleport. Out of the corner of his eye, Lin Li could see Chen Yuying, Ding Sihan, and the others immediately running toward the other side of the field whenever he passed them and could no longer hear their cheers. They would get there before him and cheer him on again.
That was how cheering worked. Competitors only needed to devote themselves to their event and run with all their strength, but the people cheering from the sidelines had a lot more to think about.
So the boring run now gave him something to look forward to—twice every lap.
Oh, right. It was worth mentioning that on the curves, Wang Ze, Bai Bufan, Zhou Baowei, and the other boys would also cheer for him together.
So by that calculation, what had originally been only two things to look forward to per lap had, because of them, become two things per lap.
They were noisy as hell, those idiots.
700, 800, 1200.
Other runners gradually began appearing on the track that had previously been empty before him.
When the race was