Wu Yue hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "When I go to university," but what came out was, "Let's wait until the time is right."
The girl lowered her eyes slightly and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, Lao Que's 1000-meter race is coming up soon, let's go watch and cheer him on!"
Yan Chiyu sighed softly, "I understand."
In the girls' 800-meter race, Zhou Yunwei came in second place. Next was the boys' 1000-meter race, where Que Guanghuai, panting and pale, lagged behind.
The kids standing next to the synthetic track couldn't bear to watch; their cheers were no longer effective.
"Brother Yue, do you have any way to make Lao Que run faster—"
When Song Wenzhi's voice rang out, Wu Yue's gaze turned towards him.
"What I mean is, is there a way to unleash his potential, to stimulate him? Of course, not through drugs."
“There’s a way we can use on the last lap.” Wu Yue thought of something, a sly smile playing on her lips.
Although Que Guanghuai was in last place, the distance between him and the two or three students ahead of him was not much. If he put in a little more effort, he could overtake them.
On the last lap, the first student was just 200 meters away from reaching the finish line.
With a flick of her fingertip, Wu Yue sent a golden bead flying to the finish line.
Que Guanghuai raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, constantly trying to convince himself otherwise.
Que Guanghuai! You're a long-distance runner in the wilderness! You're running from the poison gas!! Charge!
After the run, let's go eat hot pot! Spicy crayfish! And drink cola!
Ah... I see Liu Guang!
It felt like my soul was floating out of my body—what was supporting me? It was perseverance! It was the honor of my class!
My throat tastes fishy...
I'm going to die!
Forget it, I'm not running anymore...
No, no! This is just a short 1000 meters, not a big problem. After all, we will face even bigger challenges in the future!
Let me see how far we are from the finish line—
Que Guanghuai looked up and suddenly his pupils widened.
In an instant, it charged out like a cheetah taking off.
Even though his legs were sore and his throat was sore, nothing could stop him from moving forward.
...
In the stands.
Qian Bolun was stunned. "Wow, Yue-ge, what method did you use? This guy is moving at whirlwind speed again!"
Song Wenzhi could only watch with a clapping hand like a seal.
“You can’t see it.” The girl leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs, her hand casually supporting her chin, and chuckled. “The light at the finish line is injured, covered in blood. It’s very real to Lao Que, even though it’s just an illusion.”
"Brother Yue, you're only a little less than a werewolf, you're a ruthless guy!" Qian Bolun exclaimed, giving a thumbs-up repeatedly.
Song Wenzhi nodded in agreement, saying, "It mainly reminded me of the time in Donglin Ancient City; it's quite similar. Oh, oh, oh..."
Song Wenzhi's eyes were glued to the game. "Oh, this guy has already overtaken three classmates! Wow! He's overtaken the second place... Amazing! That move is brilliant!"
Qian Bolun glanced at him and asked, "If you replaced Liuguang with Yunwei, would you be willing, Mosquito?"
"Of course not."
Song Wenzhi blurted it out. He paused for half a second, then awkwardly explained, "Ah, I mean I don't want Yunwei to get hurt, even if it's just a phantom throw. I believe I can make it into the top three on my own!"
Zhou Yunwei gave him a cryptic look: Figure it out yourself.
Song Wenzhi: "Yunwei, touch my heart, it's all true love here..."
"The ocean is all water. The air is so oily," Qian Bolun remarked with a touch of melancholy.
Wu Yue's gaze fell on the finish line of the long-distance race.
Que Guanghuai tilted his head back, breathing heavily, a smile on his face, tears streaming down his face. It seemed he was relieved to have discovered it was just a hallucination upon reaching the finish line.
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