The villain of quick wear

Chapter 112 Perfection 33

"Duan Zhiwei, come on, Duan Zhiwei, you are the best!"

"Sun Hanshan, Sun Hanshan, Sun Hanshan...!"

Loud and clear shouts soared into the sky, and the entire stadium lasted for a long time.

200 meters, 100 meters, and the last 50 meters. The finish line is just around the corner. Duan Zhiwei and Sun Hanshan are evenly matched.

"I want to win, I must win." Duan Zhiwei kept telling herself that she was physically exhausted at the moment, but her will and spirit were indestructible.

"I absolutely can't lose, I want to win the championship." Sun Hanshan only has the front in her eyes, the victory ahead, the champion ahead, and her glory ahead.

The world seemed to have lost all sound, Duan Zhiwei and Sun Hanshan were sweating profusely, they could only hear their own rapid breathing and beating heartbeat.

Ten meters, nine meters, eight meters... three meters, two meters, one meter, crossed the finish line.

"I won, I won, I finally won." Duan Zhiwei beat Sun Hanshan by a narrow margin.

Sun Hanshan lay on the ground, crying loudly, the ground soon became wet, I don't know if it was her sweat or her tears.

"Zhiwei." Duan Zhiwei's friend ran over and helped Duan Zhiwei walk around.

"I won, I won." Duan Zhiwei's face was pale, and his eyes sparkled.

"Zhiwei." Duan Zhiwei's friend had a weird expression and wanted to say something.

"Say what you have to say." Duan Zhiwei knew her friend's temperament well, and there must be a reason for her stammering her speech.

"Zhiwei, you are No.2." Duan Zhiwei's friend said concisely.

"No.2? Impossible, I'm obviously one step faster than Sun Hanshan." Duan Zhiwei grabbed her friend's arm and said firmly.

"You are one step faster than Sun Hanshan, but Du Jinran in class one is faster than you." Duan Zhiwei's friend explained in detail that with only 100 meters left in the race, Du Jinran in class one suddenly accelerated, and the speed was so fast that he overtook Duan Zhiwei in the blink of an eye.

Duan Zhiwei was on the verge of falling, her lips were trembling, and tears fell down one after another.

Duan Zhiwei's friend comforted her with kind words, but she knew the pain of missing the championship.

Sun Hanshan cried bitterly, and Duan Zhiwei couldn't cry. During this period, more and more contestants reached the finish line.

When all the runners reached the finish line, the school leaders announced the results of the competition. No. 5000 Du Jinran, No. 1 Duan Zhiwei, and No. 2 Sun Hanshan in the women's 3-meter race.

On the awards stage, Jin Ran was tall and could see far away, while the audience was crowded with darkness.

After the awards were presented, Jin Ran couldn't wait to leave the school.

"Jin Ran, where are you going? We're going to a party later to celebrate our big victory this time." Jiang Feiming beamed with joy and triumphantly.

In this sports meeting, class one can be said to be the big winner, with more medals than class two, ranking first in the whole grade.

The head teacher of a class was so happy that he immediately decided to prepare seven or eight test papers for a class of students as encouragement.

"I won't participate." Jin Ran waved his hand, left gracefully, went home and took a hot bath.

A group of students looked at Jinran's handsome back and were extremely pleased. This is Du Jinran, their eccentric and lonely person!

At home, Jin Ran had wet long hair.

"Wow!" Du Jinrui lay on the soft sofa and yelled at the expressionless Jinran.

"Wow all day long, who can understand what you say." Jin Ran lightly squeezed Du Jinrui's chubby face.

Du Jinrui pursed his lips, raised his chubby little hand, and slapped Jinran viciously. It didn't hurt or itch, but it was full of vigor and vicious.

The corners of Jinran's lips couldn't stop rising, and he pinched Du Jinran again, this time he made an inch of it, and he wouldn't let go after pinching.

(End of this chapter)