Runner-up... Is Yours!
Because Song Shuhang and the dark-skinned student were both running at sprinting speed, they had already pulled nearly a lap ahead of the other contestants, leaving them far behind!
"Seriously? Since when could Song Shuhang run so fast—and for so long?" Lin Tubo was the first to doubt his own eyes and shouted exaggeratedly.
"This is... the power of love!" Gao Moumou pushed up his glasses, the cold lenses reflecting the sunlight.
Li Yangde subconsciously looked toward the nearby Lu Fei.
A girl with shoulder-length short hair standing beside Lu Fei suddenly lit up. "Hey, Feifei, is Shuhang the boy who showed off his muscles on the track last time?"
"Haha, I suppose... he is." A faint sense of crisis welled up in Lu Fei's heart. The scorching summer was still so long. If I didn't make a move soon, more people would notice Shuhang's good points. Would someone snatch him away?
"If he's the one who showed off his muscles on the track last time, then this still isn't his fastest speed, is it?" the short-haired girl murmured.
She remembered that the boy had run around the field countless times back then, always at sprinting speed.
The dark-skinned student felt as if his worldview had collapsed. After sprinting for so long, that pretty boy's face wasn't even red, and he wasn't out of breath. He looked completely at ease.
Impossible. That guy had to be forcing himself.
Running at a sprint like this consumed an enormous amount of stamina. Even he felt as though he could barely hold on. The pretty boy would definitely collapse after running a little farther. It had to be that way.
The dark-skinned student gritted his teeth and slightly slowed his pace. After all, even he couldn't run five