However, at this moment, the referee gave an order and Zhu Di's loud cheering came to his ears, but the name he called was not his -

"Come on, Feng Jue! Come on, Class 1!"

Wang Lingyu stumbled and fell to the ground just as he stood up to run.

Qi Yan and Xu Xuanyan next to them were also stunned.

"Hey, why did Wang Lingyu fall?"

"It's really unskillful for a sports student to make such a low-level mistake."

Lu Mao and the others were also stunned when they noticed it, and then started to ruthlessly mock him.

The people around him rushed out like an arrow from a bow. Wang Lingyu supported himself on the ground with both hands, and felt a burning pain on his face. Even though he got up and chased after them immediately, he was still far behind. He only got third place in the group match of eight people.

And the first one was actually Feng Jue.

At the finish line, the crowd was instantly excited when they heard the referee call out the results.

"Fuck, 6.5 seconds?"

"What's the record for our school? Seven or six?"

"He was a dark horse from the start. He looked so gentle and weak, but I didn't expect him to be so fierce!"

When Lu Mao came over and heard the result, he excitedly patted his shoulder and said, "Awesome, Feng Jue! You can even enter the national team with this result!"

"Wipe the sweat." Gu Yang handed a clean towel to Feng Jue.

Feng Jue's hair was wet with sweat, but his breath was not disordered at all. He took the towel with a smile, "Thank you, sister."

Zhu Di was also excited: "If I can maintain this level in the final, the gold medal is a sure thing!"

He glared at Feng Jue fiercely, then ran to the referee unwillingly and pointed at Feng Jue: “His score is so outrageous, he must have jumped the gun. Shouldn’t he be retested?”

Referee Xiao Yize glanced at him calmly and said, "I'm not blind, and neither is the referee at the starting point."

Besides, he could see clearly that Feng Jue was obviously letting him off. This was the level of any alien warrior that ran around.

Zhu Di immediately became dissatisfied when he heard Wang Lingyu's doubts, "Wang Lingyu, you can't afford to lose, right? So many people saw that Feng Jue was jumping the gun, and you were so badly beaten that you still noticed that Feng Jue was jumping the gun? Are you blind?"

Wang Lingyu was so angry that his face turned red, but he felt ashamed of the matter.

He was just about to say something to defend himself when Zhu Di, Gu Yang and a group of people left to cheer for Class 1 in their next game.

Listening to them talking and laughing, Wang Lingyu felt irritated and depressed. It seemed that Zhu Di really didn't care about him anymore...

"What should we do now?" Wang Lingyu looked at Qi Yan and grabbed his hair in annoyance. "The method you mentioned doesn't work at all."

In the past, when he got close to other girls, Zhu Di would definitely go crazy and want to chase them away from him. But when he was intimate with Qi Yan just now, Zhu Di seemed to be blind.

"Maybe we look like too many buddies and not close enough?" Qi Yan leaned close to his ear and whispered a few words. Wang Lingyu looked at him suspiciously and nodded.

There were not many events in the morning. Feng Jue had no other events after running 50 meters, while Gu Jin had a shot put.

Gu Yang was watching from the side and always felt that the big sister was controlling the strength in order not to throw the ball out of bounds.

"Fuck, is Wang Lingyu and Qi Yan together?" Lu Mao tugged at the corner of Zhu Di's clothes, motioning her to look over.

Gu Yang and his companions looked in the direction Lu Mao pointed, and saw Wang Lingyu kissing Qi Yan on the track and field not far away.

(End of this chapter)