Another figure passed by Toyama Kintaro, and the boy in the baseball cap turned around.

"You're still a long way from here."

"Ah? Chaoqian, wait for me~"

The red-haired boy quickened his pace and caught up with him.

Kaidou Kaoru: Hiss~

Taocheng: "It's great to be young~"

Meido Ryo: "Tsk! It's really good to be short."

This kind of car is really not friendly to tall people with long legs.

but......

Yukimura Seiichi was riding leisurely in the middle position with a smile on his face, looking at Jingguang who was silent beside him and smiled.

Oh, Jingguang's ears are red from shyness~

Sure enough, it is embarrassing for him to ride this kind of bike.

It’s true.

In fact, Yukimura Seiichi was a little embarrassed at first, but when everyone was riding, he didn't have that thought anymore. But now it seems that Jingguang still can't get over it in his heart~

Jingguang frowned and said, "Faster, faster, faster! It's so embarrassing! If my father or other uncles saw this, I would definitely be laughed at.

If my brother sees me, I will... die.

He puffed up his face.

That man, although it was for training them, this training tool was really shameful!

After finally reaching the finish line, everyone could no longer hold on and fell to the ground in anger and embarrassment. They collapsed on the ground, staring at the sky and breathing heavily.

Ken Oshitari couldn't help but question: "Is that drunk old man really, really... the coach here?"

Jingguang didn't collapse to the ground, he still had more than enough strength, but he still wanted to hold on even though he saw Yukimura Seiichi couldn't hold on any longer.

He reached out and held Yukimura's shoulders, half-forced him to sit on the ground, and then accompanied him to rest for a while.

Looking around, everyone collapsed on the ground, only two people were sitting on the ground.

Yukimura Seiichi leaned on Kagemitsu's shoulder, barely sitting.

"Speaking of which, Jingguang, your physical strength is indeed unfathomable."

Xiangri Yueren glanced with envy and jealousy at the scene where he was sweating but not in a very embarrassing state.

Meido Ryo looked at the sky and slowly adjusted his breathing. "By the way, I wonder what those people are doing at this time?"

Kawamura was puzzled, "That group of people?"

Meido stood up, pointed to one leg sitting on the ground, and looked sideways at the others, "Of course I'm talking about the winning group."

Qian and Liu also managed to half sit up and remained silent.

Minghu was indignant: "Really, we don't even have breakfast here, but those guys are..."

Imagine the wonderful life scene of the winning group described by Meihu, eating steak and drinking juice, chatting in the hot springs, playing ball happily and exchanging experiences in the field...

Kintaro Toyama's mouth was watering with longing.

"What are you dissatisfied with my brother's life? You can tell me, Minghu."

A voice appeared silently beside Minghu Liang's ears.

It gave him a big scare.

"Jing, Jingguang? What are you talking about? Aren't you jealous?"

Meido Ryo almost forgot that this was an absolute die-hard fan of Atobe.

He swallowed, perhaps hunger, dissatisfaction and jealousy gave him courage.

He looked up at Jingguang, ignoring Mukaito's shocked look, and asked back.