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"Look, look! The one in red is catching up!"

"My God, he sped up so early?"

"I didn't expect a fat guy to run so fast!"

"He's overtaken sixth, no, he's already overtaken fifth, and now he's overtaken fourth!"

Lu Ziye suddenly accelerated, holding nothing back, and his speed increased dramatically. After all, it was a 400-meter dash, so while he didn't hold back too much, he couldn't run like he did in a 100-meter dash.

therefore……

After Lu Ziye started running, he quickly caught up with the sixth-place runner, and within a few breaths, he had overtaken the fourth-place runner, and it looked like the third-place runner was about to be overtaken as well.

How could the students in the stands not cheer and be thrilled when the student surpassed three others in such a short time?

"Lu Ziye is so handsome!"

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't expect Lu Ziye to be so fast. I really underestimated him!"

"Keep it up!"

Many students in the class were excitedly cheering, especially the girls.

But there are also those who are clear-headed.

Zhang Qiang frowned and couldn't help but say, "Damn, what's Lao Lu doing? Sprinting after just 200 meters?"

"Yes, yes, he should just run the 400 meters slowly. Running like that, his legs will probably give way after a few dozen meters!"

Even in the 100-meter race, speed planning is necessary. If you start sprinting right away, you won't be able to keep up for more than three to five seconds. Therefore, most people only start sprinting without holding back in the last 30 meters, let alone the 400-meter race!

"Tch, at this rate, he'll probably collapse on the track in less than 50 meters! He'll embarrass our Class 6 then."

A slightly reproachful voice rang out. Zhang Qiang glanced at the man and said irritably, "Yu Hao, all you do is talk nonsense. Why don't you do it yourself?"

The boy named Yu Hao wasn't annoyed at all, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance: "That's because I know my own limitations!"

"You..." Zhang Qiang was instantly furious. But Xu Jing, quick as a flash, stopped him: "What are you doing? What are you doing?"

She separated the two and said a few words to each of them.

However, she also knew that Yu Hao and Zhang Qiang and Lu Ziye did not get along.

"You all better behave yourselves, or you'll get caught on camera and embarrass our class!"

The school sports meet is filmed by professional photographers, and the videos are then uploaded to the campus forum and various other platforms.

The two sides did not continue arguing, mainly because the gasps from the audience were getting louder and louder!

Because Lu Ziye on the field surpassed one more person, he became the third person.

"Holy crap, is this guy crazy?"

The student in third place only felt a gust of wind come from behind, and then...

He saw a door rushing forward, its broad back almost completely blocking his view.

Chinese Language Class 6!

The boy stared intently at the nameplate on Lu Ziye's back, muttering irritably, "If you can run and jump after the 400 meters, I'll do a handstand and poop!"

He clearly didn't care about being overtaken, and even felt that third place was already within his grasp.

After all, he knew about Han Zhan and Lin Guowei ahead of him, and he knew he couldn't outrun those two.

As for Lu Ziye, he will definitely slow down in a while and then be overtaken by him.

At this moment, Han Zhan and Lin Guowei, who were ahead, also spotted Lu Ziye.

The two of them glanced back briefly, showing a hint of surprise, but they didn't share the astonishment of the others.

The main reason is that Han Zhan and Lin Guowei didn't take Lu Ziye seriously at all. After all, among the eight people, the other seven were of varying heights, but Lu Ziye was unusually fat.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was just there to make up the numbers. And from the start of the race, Han Zhan had been battling Lin Guowei, so neither of them noticed who was in third place, let alone the others.

Looking back and seeing Lu Ziye in third place, the two were slightly stunned. But seeing how fast Lu Ziye was moving and getting closer and closer, Han Zhan and Lin Guowei's expressions did not change at all. They turned around and continued running at a steady pace!

Especially during the Korean War, he even muttered under his breath: "Idiot!"

At this moment, Lu Ziye's face was flushed, and with each breath he took, he felt as if his chest was being cut by a knife.

[WARNING! WARNING! The player's lungs are under attack!]

[Warning! Warning! Player's leg fatigue level has skyrocketed!]

[Warning! Warning! Player's muscles are being violently stretched!]

……

"Damn, track and field is definitely not a sport for just anyone!"

The damage had already been transferred, but shortly after accelerating, his body's indicators started to alarm again, especially his legs, which felt like they were filled with lead. Lu Ziye knew he couldn't take it out on just one person, so he distributed the damage evenly among the five people behind him.

In an instant, the fourth-place runner, who had been running at a steady pace, suddenly felt breathless.

In the eyes of the crowd in the stands, five contestants behind Lu Ziye seemed to be tugged at.

"Phew, I feel refreshed. But... isn't there a reward this time?"

Lu Ziye felt a sense of lightness throughout his body, and his pace, which had seemed to slow down, resumed once again.

As seen by the crowd in the stands, Lu Ziye, who had previously overtaken four people in one breath, not only did not slow down due to exhaustion, but he was still as fast as ever, like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins. His two long legs were as fast as wheels of fire, and he was closing in on Han Zhan, who was in second place!

"Holy crap... what's up with this guy?"

"Goodness, how many meters did he sprint? He must be over fifty, how can he still run like that?"

"Damn, is this guy even human?"

"The Korean War, the Korean War, he's going to surpass the Korean War!"

"Aaaaaah, faster, faster!"

Even professional athletes can only sprint 30 to 50 meters in one go. As for ordinary people, it's good if they can sprint 10 to 20 meters. But that fat guy on the field overtook four people in one go and is now less than two meters away from Han Zhan, and his speed has not slowed down at all.

Most importantly, we've already covered fifty or sixty meters since the start of the sprint.

On the Chinese Language Class 6 side, Xu Jing and other girls had already stood up excitedly. Their eyes were fixed on Lu Ziye, their fists clenched, and they kept shouting "Go Lu Ziye!" Some of them even had their faces flushed, as if they were the ones running on the field.

The boys, such as Zhang Qiang and Yu Hao, all stared in disbelief at Lu Ziye running wildly on the field.

"Holy crap... who exactly is Lu Ziye?"

"What kind of physique does he have? His stamina is incredible!"

"Are fat people just more durable? Looks like I'll have to find a fat boyfriend from now on!"

"Hey, that's actually quite possible. Fat people might have a power surge that burns fat, while skinny people might have a power surge that burns their life force!"

Han Zhan felt a powerful aura coming from behind him. His innate sixth sense to protect his rear end made him turn his head to look, and then he saw a fat guy with a fleshy face passing by him.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Not only did Han Zhan come in third place, but even Lin Guowei was left behind.

Han Zhan's eyes widened as the broad figure gradually receded into the distance.

At one point, he finally came to his senses and broke out in a cold sweat.

What the hell?

When he looked back earlier, Lu Ziye was at least ten meters away from him. How did he catch up in just a few breaths and even overtake him and Lin Guowei in one go?

Meanwhile, from the stands, a deafening roar of cheers and celebration erupted!