Yuzhou, 2014 Year Marathon.
At the 5-kilometer supply station, Xue Yuantong was digging into her food, drawing a great deal of envy.
Further back on the course, drones filmed the marathon from above. Tens of thousands of runners from 23 provinces across the country and 21 countries around the world surged toward the finish line, creating a spectacular sight.
The female host's voice rang out through the speakers, constantly encouraging the runners.
Most of the cameras focused on the leading pack.
Many of them were Black People, lean and wiry, with extremely standard strides. The gap between them and amateur runners was obvious.
These people traveled from one major marathon to another, practically sweeping up marathon prize money across the country. Wherever there was a race, they were there.
Of course, the leading pack was not made up entirely of Black People. There were also quite a few elite runners from all over the country.
Tang Fu's long legs carried her far with every stride, each step much wider than an ordinary person's.
Her movements were smooth, and her running form was pleasing to the eye. Many men were drawn to her and followed behind her, but those with real ability were ultimately few. At that pace, they could not last long, and soon Tang Fu disappeared from sight.
As Tang Fu ran, a thought popped into her head: Where did little Yang Sheng go?
She knew Yang Sheng's physical fitness was equally outstanding, yet she had actually fallen behind. Was she conserving her energy?...
At the back of the pack.
Wu Yunzhi ran together with Lan Zichen and Shang Wanqing.
Tao Nian, a senior-year Sports Student, passed them. He adjusted his breathing, flashed a handsome smile, and called, "Junior, I'll keep you company up to here. I'm heading off