"Hahahaha, Yueyue said only a fool would ask for 1,000, and you are that fool."
Cheng Haohai, a soft-hearted man, was persuaded and finally agreed to run 1000 meters.
No one in their class was willing to help, so they could only order a few boys around.
Cheng Haohai bent down to tie his shoelaces, what else could he do?
No one in their class wanted to sign up, so the teacher came over and talked to him, and he had no choice but to agree.
Cheng Wanying laughed for a long time, but when she saw another person on the track, she found it difficult to laugh.
No wonder so many girls came to the stands to watch the sports meet in such a cold weather. It seemed they came for someone else.
"Brother, why don't I run for you?"
They are in someone else's school, so they can't be sociable and should at least participate.
Zhang Shaoyang thought that Wang Chuwei would never be able to participate, and Professor Zou was reluctant to let him go.
Unexpectedly, this morning, when he was looking through the registration records of other classes, he wrote his name after the 1000-meter race.
Wang Chuwei certainly knew that he couldn't finish the run, and he also knew that his body couldn't hold on.
He heard Yingying and Cheng Haohai chatting. Cheng Haohai asked Yingying to wait for him at the finish line with water, and Yingying agreed.
Wang Chuwei thought that he also wanted Yingying to wait for him.
Yingying had to wait for Cheng Haohai anyway, so she might as well wait for him as well.
After a gunshot, everyone ran out.
Many people in the stands were cheering with all their might, but I wondered if they were cheering for their own class or for others?
Cheng Wanying didn't look over, but lowered her head and played with her fingers.
"Yingying Yingying, look, your brother is amazing. Do you think he can be a sports student in the future?"
Zhang Shiyue excitedly poked Cheng Wanying, and Cheng Wanying knew which brother it was without even looking up.
Cheng Haohai has well-developed limbs and a decent brain, so he can be an astronaut.
The 1000-meter race is an endurance race. The normal strategy is to conserve your energy and wait until the last thousand meters before sprinting.
Of course, no one had the intention of rushing to get a ranking, they just wanted to go through the motions, and some people simply stopped running and just walked with their arms swinging.
Only Cheng Haohai ran very fast. He was in good health and strong, so this distance was no problem for him.
He also wanted to let Yingying see that Wang Chuwei was weak.
Hehehe, open your eyes wide, he is several laps ahead of her favorite brother.
Cheng Haohai raised his eyebrows and even had time to wave to Cheng Wanying in the stands.
Zhang Shaoyang was worried that the enemy was about to rush over, and Zou Kang was also getting anxious.
"Forget it, forget it, ouch."
Even ordinary high school students with normal physiques are defeated, but Wang Chuwei keeps running. Where did this kid suddenly get such a competitive spirit?
I never noticed he had it before.
Not to mention his competitive spirit, he even lacks perseverance.
Everyone would be sad for a while if the laboratory failed, but he didn't care and just gave up.
If this project is boring, just move on to the next one.
In my chest, my heart was beating so wildly that it seemed like it was going to jump out of my chest.
Wang Chuwei gritted his teeth and gasped as the cold wind rushed over, penetrated his body, and suffocated his breath.
He paused with difficulty, there was only a little distance left.
He couldn't help but bend down, supporting his knees with one hand and pressing his heart with the other.
Because of his heart damage in the past, he will never be able to run and jump like a normal person in his life.
Wang Chuwei raised his head and saw Cheng Haohai had crossed the finish line. He was holding the red rope at the finish line in his hand and reached out to high-five Cheng Wanying.
"Our class teacher said that since I got first place, I would have less homework. I only have one-third of my winter vacation homework left."
"No wonder, I said you were like a mad dog."
She has a sweet smile, and she looks like a soft marshmallow under the warm winter sun.
The thick beige scarf wrapped around her made her round face look even smaller.
Sweat seemed to drip into my eyes, making them sore.
"Brother Chu Wei,"
Zhang Shaoyang immediately ran over to help him. "What do you want? This isn't fun. Are you happy?"
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