"Take your positions!" (Hold your breath)
"Get set!" (Stick out your butt)
"Go!" (Pia!)
After Xia Yan heard the starting pistol with his nerves taut, a burst of strength instantly erupted from his calves. In the blink of an eye, he went from half-standing upright to furiously pumping his legs.
Ten meters.
Xia Yan felt that everything was going well. His stamina was still abundant, and his start had been perfect????.
Twenty meters.
Xia Yan felt as if he were getting closer and closer to the finish line, so he ran forward with even more effort??.
Thirty meters.
Xia Yan felt a little tired, but he was still in the exertion phase, so he still felt pretty good??.
Forty meters.
Xia Yan wondered whether he should spend the whole day playing two-player arena matches with Cat Wife over the weekend. After all, familiarity bred affection... What if, while they were playing, she suddenly figured things out and wanted to meet him in person??...
Fifty meters...sixty meters...
There was no competitor clearly ahead of him. Only the two people beside him were keeping pace with him. Could he actually be about to win the championship? He had heard that the black and white people beside him were hundred-meter specialists. Were they saving their strength for the sprint? Otherwise, why would they be matching his pace...
Wait??...
Matching his pace...
The person on the left suddenly moved sharply into his lane. Their previously steady rhythm was disrupted in an instant, as if a freak stumble on level ground had coincidentally occurred. After all, that was not unusual while running. All he had to do was keep accelerating, and then he could get away...
His left leg was tripped.
Xia Yan instantly lost his balance. His eyes stared blankly at the ground rushing