People from the sports school are easy to recognize. They all wear shorts and vests with the words "Sports School" printed in big letters on their chests.

Wan Feng took a quick look and found that among the forty or fifty people participating in the 3,000-meter race, nearly half were from the sports school.

After the registration was completed, Wan Feng stood at the starting line, this time he was fighting alone.

Tan Chun did not have the task of the 3,000-meter race. As for Liu Shengan, he was like air to Wan Feng. The conflict between the two sides was deep. During the competition, he would burn incense if this guy caused trouble for him.

"Are you all from the sports school?" Wan Feng deliberately wandered in front of the people wearing sports school vests.

The people from the sports school, led by Pingtou, did not answer. The scene in the morning where Wan Feng chased Zhu Laoer with a knife left a deep impression on them.

"Do you know why I'm participating in the 3,000-meter race? Let me tell you, I'm here to give you guys from the sports school a slap in the face. Your teacher and any of his students can easily beat me. I'm here to leave you guys from the sports school behind and see what kind of face your teacher will show. You better keep your hands and feet clean during the competition. I won't tolerate your bad habits!"

At this moment, Wan Feng was full of murderous intent and looked ferocious.

A teacher at the starting line looked at Wan Feng, who had issued the challenge, in surprise. "Is this guy here to destroy the sports school? He's got guts!"

The players from the sports school looked indifferent and nonchalant. They might not be Wan Feng's match in chasing people with a knife, but when it came to long-distance running, they didn't think Wan Feng posed any threat to them.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of the flat-headed man's mouth.

There were more than fifty athletes participating in the 3,000-meter race, including 13 students from sports schools and the rest were athletes from grades 6, 7 and 8 of middle schools.

Although we participate in the competition together, the rankings are recorded separately.

For example, when students from sports schools participate in competitions, only their own sports school's ranking is counted; sixth-grade students are only compared with students of the same grade, and so on.

That is to say, although the 3,000-meter race was held once, there were four first place winners.

First in the sports school, first in the sixth grade, first in the seventh grade, and first in the eighth grade.

After the starting gun sounded, the contestants ran out of the starting line in a chaotic manner like cattle and sheep being released from a herd, and two groups were formed in less than a lap.

The first group is naturally dominated by people from the sports school, with a few ordinary senior students in between.

More than ten meters behind them was the second group consisting of more than thirty people.

Wan Feng was in the second group at this time, or to be exact, at the end of the second group, second to last.

At this time, on the podium, the teacher who had just given the order came to Zhang Xushao and pointed at Wan Fengdao at the end.

"Teacher Zhang! Did you see that student?"

Zhang Xushao naturally saw Wan Feng, so the team just ran past the "Chairman's" podium.

"Why are you looking at him?" Zhang Xushao replied coldly.

"This guy is quite interesting. He challenged your sports school at the beginning of the game. He's here to destroy your sports school."

"Ruin the place? Him?" Zhang Xushao curled his lips.

Even if the city team came, they wouldn’t dare to say that when they smashed his sports school. What right does a jerk like him have to do that?

"Since we have nothing else to do, let's see why this arrogant guy dares to challenge the sports school. If he can outrun the last of the thirteen people from our sports school, he'll be the winner!"

When Zhang Xushao said this, he had already run two laps on the field.

At this time, three groups had formed on the track. The first group was composed entirely of athletes from sports schools. The thirteen athletes lined up in a line and moved in unison, as if they were one person.

Behind them were some ordinary senior contestants, about a dozen or so, and at the back was the largest group. Wan Feng was still hidden in this group, still ranked second to last.

The 3,000-meter race requires nearly nine laps on this track, and now a quarter of it has passed.

"He dares to challenge the sports school when he's in second-to-last place. I bet he can't even finish the race." Zhang Xushao said contemptuously.

At Jiangwei School, Jiang Jun, Tan Chun, Xu Bin and Luan Feng all looked nervously at Wan Feng who was not in a hurry.

When they learned that Wan Feng was going to give the sports school a slap in the face, these guys stopped selling popsicles and ran back to cheer Wan Feng on.

"Oh, why is this guy running so slowly? If he runs any slower, he will be last." Luan Feng leaned forward, his eyes wide open like light bulbs, as if he couldn't wait to rush in and run two laps.

"Yeah! If he plays like this, not only will he embarrass the sports school, but even those who are not from the sports school will not be able to outrun him!" Jiang Jun said depressedly.

"It's okay. My brother usually exerts his strength in the latter part of the race and will catch up in two laps." Xu Bin always had a mysterious confidence in Wan Feng. In his mind, there seemed to be nothing that Wan Feng could not do.

"But the distance difference seems far from zero. It's already half a circle behind."

At the same time, the teacher giving the order on the stage took out a cigarette and handed it to Zhang Xushao. "Have a cigarette! I thought that guy looked very powerful just now, but it turns out he has a silver-plated spear head."

Zhang Xushao chuckled, took the cigarette, stopped paying attention to the situation in the field, and started discussing family matters with his colleagues around him.

"Li! Are you interested in coming to our sports school?"

…

The game on the field continues.

Wan Feng calculated the number of laps and now he had already run two laps. He felt it was necessary to speed up, otherwise it would be too late.

Wan Feng's speed began to gradually increase. He overtook one person after another. When the third lap was halfway through, he had left the third group and came to the end of the second group.

"See, my brother is speeding up. In two more laps he will be able to catch up with the guys from the sports school." Xu Bin cheered for his correct judgment.

Also cheering were people from Jiangwei School.

When the race entered the fourth lap, Wan Feng was already in the leading position of the second group and gradually moved away from the second group and closer to the first group.

"Teacher Zhang, I heard that the sports school will be separated from the middle school. Will you be fully responsible for it from now on?" The teacher named Li asked Zhang Xushao with a smile.

"That's true, but we don't know when it will be implemented. But it will be implemented sooner or later. That's why I asked if you came to the sports school."

Li scratched his head: "Teacher Zhang, what am I going to do in the sports school if I can't run or jump?"

"Once the sports school is separated from the school, it still has cultural classes. Even if it's just a formality, there still needs to be teachers, right? The treatment of teachers in sports schools is much better than that of ordinary teachers."

There are still some special treatments for sports within the system, and Li certainly knows this.

Li was tempted: "Teacher Zhang, can you and I go?"

"That's just a matter of my words. Whoever I tell to go can go." Zhang Xushao said proudly.

"Then Teacher Zhang, please come more often in the future..." Li's words suddenly stopped here, and he looked at the athlete who had just run past the "chairman's" podium with an incredible look on his face.