- The senior men's 1500m finals are about to start.
- There was a circle of people around the venue, all of whom came to watch the (school grass) game.
- All in all, there are a lot of people who fake public welfare, and the playground is surrounded.
- Jiang Mo didn't like to squeeze with others, so he had an idea and went to the rostrum.
- The girl in charge of the broadcast saw the president's visit, and after hearing the intention, she vacated the seat without saying a word.
- "Give me the broadcast draft," Jiang Mo said.
- "Oh, oh, okay."
- "Prepare -" Next to the 1500m track in the men's team, the referee waved the small red flag, held the starting gun, buckled the trigger, and said, "Run!"
- The athletes on the track rushed out like arrows off the string, and then gradually turned to running at a constant speed... Except for the classmate in the sports class and the ordinary Luo Nanqiu, who had been accelerating, the speed was comparable.
- Thanks to an uncle who was a soldier, Luo Nanqiu's physical training was well arranged since he was a child, especially long-distance running. Even during his study abroad, he did not abandon this sport, and his style is not diminished.
- There were many people running with him in the inner circle of the track. Luo Nanqiu glanced around from the corner of his eye and did not see his Jiang classmate.
- "The following is the manuscript from the classmates of Class A of the third year of high school." A cold voice sounded from the radio, and as soon as he heard it, he knew that it was Jiang Mo, the president of the student union. "First of all, I wish Luo Nanqiu classmate to win the competition. I believe you are the best. The eternal god of our class A, even in sports, we can't lose them. The appearance and physical fitness coexist, Brother Qiu, come on!"
- The corners of Luo Nanqiu's mouth rose slightly, and the distance was widened in a hurry.
- It is also difficult for his Jiang classmate. I don't know who wrote the broadcast draft. Although it is not particularly ashamed, it is very provocative, and I don't know how he read it so calmly with a sullen face.
- The first time Jiang Xunping abused his power, he just wanted to cheer him on.
- "Zhou Wenjun, the head teacher of Class A in the third year of high school, has let it go. As long as he gets the first overall score, he will invite the whole class to dinner. I believe you will not betray everyone's trust. It is up to you, Brother Qiu, whether the classmates have food or not."
- "That classmate in the sports class, don't show mercy and run as hard as you can!"
- "Don't be discouraged from the rest of your classmates. As long as you reach the finish line, you will also win the race."
- Jiang Mo read such messy manuscripts without changing his face, and his eyes observed Luo Nanqiu's movements from time to time.
- The one in the sports class is not a vegetarian either. No matter how Luo Nanqiu pulls the distance, he will not fall behind too much.
- Last lap.
- Everyone started to speed up.
- There are still the last 350 meters, Luo Nanqiu began to sprint.
- The boy in the sports class followed closely behind.
- Jiang Mo put the pile of radio manuscripts aside and gave him the final blow: "Now is my personal oral contribution."
- "I'll wait for you at the finish line. The first prize will be awarded."
- True. Oral Contribution
- After he finished speaking, he hurriedly got up and ran towards the finish line.
- The boy in the sports class had already narrowed the distance, but who would have thought that as soon as the voice of another boss on the radio fell, the one on the court seemed to have opened the power of the prehistoric, and directly dumped him for nearly 20 meters. He reached the end a distance away.
- Then... hugged the person waiting at the finish line.
- You don't need to look to know that it must be another boss who just came from the podium.
- Unexpectedly, the relationship between the two students is so good.
- It's the psychology of boys.