Relay Race Champions

By the time the baton reached Luo Ye's hand, they were already a third of the track behind.

More than a hundred meters—it was visibly impossible to catch up.

But the other side had reached its limit as well. Their two Track and Field Club aces had created such a huge gap, but the remaining two runners were nowhere near as strong.

Luo Ye ran across the track with only one thought in his mind.

Close the gap and leave all hope to Coach.

In a four-hundred-meter relay, if the final runner started a third of the track behind, Coach would have no room to perform at all.

"Go, Wild Child!" Wang Dachui shouted from the grass.

As Su Baizhou watched Luo Ye on the track, she silently cheered him on as well.

She remembered taking part in relay races back in middle school.

Standing on the track, watched by so many people... the feeling was hard to describe.

Finishing first was glorious. Finishing last was not exactly shameful, but it still felt embarrassing.

And in a team event, there was also the honor of the team to bear. Everyone's efforts contributed to the group.

On the track, Luo Ye gritted his teeth and did not dare slack off.

In the latter half of the lap, his opponent was clearly running out of stamina and had slowed down considerably.

Without training, an ordinary person could only sprint for one or two hundred meters at most.

But Luo Ye had experience with the three-thousand-meter run. Maintaining his top speed for four hundred meters was no problem at all.

Not to mention Li Haoyang after him.

The latter half of the lap was Luo Ye's domain. He steadily closed the gap, reducing the distance between first and second place to around sixty