Class 8 Class Group.
Many students who had not gone to the venue watched the race on the live broadcast while discussing it in the group.
"Have you found anyone from our class?" Jiang Yanan asked in the group.
Dong Qingfeng: "No, there are too many people. We can't see anything at all."
Chai Wei: "Once they run to the front, we'll be able to see them."
"Assuming they can make it to the front."
Jiang Yanan: "Jiang Ning and Yang Sheng are both great at sports. I think they can."
Wang Longlong: "Does my Quan Ge not even get a mention?"
Chai Wei: "They have good athletic records within the scope of one school, but this marathon is against runners from all over the country. There's no shortage of professional athletes. Look at those Black runners in the lead."
Song Sheng could not stand Chai Wei acting like he knew everything. "Don't boost others' morale and kill our own."
Chai Wei: "Just stating facts. (smile)"
The television camera switched.
At the 8-kilometer mark.
The female reporter in a white shirt and pencil skirt saw Xue Chuchu's face, and her eyes lit up.
She looked so beautiful even in a volunteer uniform. If she appeared on camera, people would definitely love her. The reporter had an idea, stepped onto the course, and held the microphone out to Xue Chuchu.
"Is this your first time volunteering for a marathon?"
The camera focused on Xue Chuchu. At the same time, the city television station was broadcasting live, meaning countless people across the city would see this scene.
Under the gentle sunlight, Xue Chuchu faced the camera, a trace of nervousness and shyness on her face. Her eyes were as clear as a lake.
Xue Chuchu answered, "Yes."
"What role are you serving