In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

Huang Wei was very happy that Bai Wu agreed, but this request made him feel very embarrassed.

Because no matter how talented Bai Wu is, he won't be able to outrun those athletes without training.

After thinking for a while, he made a request: "If you can beat my athletes in the 100-meter event, then I will leave you alone."

He knew that Bai Wu had great endurance and his athletes might not be able to outrun him.

But judging from Bai Wu's explosive speed in the 100-meter race when he ran towards the cafeteria that day, there was still some gap between him and the students under him who specialized in practicing the 100-meter race.

He also wanted Bai Wu to face the reality that talent alone was not enough in sports, and hard training was also required.

"Okay."

Bai Wu agreed readily.

"Okay, let's put it this way. I'll organize a run for you guys after class at noon, and then I'll treat you to a meal after the run."

A smile appeared on Huang Wei's face, and he was already designing Bai Wu's training plan for the next week in his mind.

As for whether Bai Wu can win?

nonexistent.

A sprinter who has trained for three years cannot beat a speed jogger in the cafeteria. Do you think his coach is a vegetarian?

Boy, just listen and accept this coach's exclusive training.

......

"The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, the autumn water and the sky are the same color... The mountains and rivers are difficult to cross, who will pity the lost people? We are all strangers when we meet by chance..."

In the classroom, Bai Wu was reciting "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" with his head shaking. This was the sixth ancient Chinese poem he had recited in the morning.

Although the task only required reciting ten poems and ancient Chinese prose, it was impossible for him to use poems like "The moon shines brightly before my bed, and there are two pairs of shoes on the ground" to make up the number.

Reciting some classic ancient Chinese texts can not only complete this task, but also improve your Chinese language knowledge. Why not do it?

What's more, when he recited these ancient texts, he could actually feel the artistic conception and the romance that was unique to words.

"Jingle Bell......"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Bai Wu walked towards the track and field, remembering the agreement with Huang Wei.

"I will arrange for you to run a 100-meter race in a group. I will also add a cultural student. I want to see who dares to slack off. If you can't even outrun the cultural student, I will be ashamed for you."

In a corner of the track and field stadium, Huang Wei was giving a lecture with a sullen face.

Hou Liang and other sprint athletes heard this and straightened their chests and responded confidently:

"Don't worry, Old Huang. If even the cultured students can't outrun them, then I'll just move bricks instead of doing sports."

"That's right, Brother Wei, don't worry, we'll beat that culture student to pieces."

"Hey, whoever is surpassed by the culture students will have to wash our socks for a week."

Everyone patted their chests.

Seeing this, Huang Wei smiled with satisfaction.

He did this deliberately in order to put some pressure on these brats, to bring out their best, and to let Bai Wu fully realize the gap between professionally trained athletes and ordinary people.

"Okay, divide into two groups. One group will run with the cultural students, and the other group will run on their own."

Then he named a few names, "Hou Liang, Li Liang, Su Zhangkai, Zhang Bingtian...you guys, run with that culture student later."

Many athletes took a deep breath.

What grudge did Brother Wei have with that cultural student that he gathered the strongest sprinters in their track and field team to run with him.

When they thought of the cruel scene that would happen later, they began to sympathize with this cultural student in advance.

"Teacher Huang, I'm here."

Looking at the members of the track and field team gathered together, Bai Wu greeted them and walked forward.

"Fuck, Brother Wu!"

Everyone on the track and field team looked at the person who came and couldn't help but shout out.

The super strong man who dominated the football field yesterday left a very deep impression on them.

The unparalleled power of those punches was so great that they were still discussing it during their bedtime chat after turning off the lights at night.

You know, everything that can be discussed at the bedtime chat meeting in the dormitory is a heavyweight matter.

"That's right, the cultural student you're going to run with is Bai Wu," Huang Wei introduced. "If you lose, don't even think about sleeping well for the rest of your days. I'm going to train you to death."

"Brother Wu, I'm sorry. Brother Wei has given a strict order. Don't hit us after we finish running." Li Liang said with a smile.

"That's right, Brother Wu, please go easy on him later." Hou Liang also said, looking relaxed.

Although I lost to Bai Wu in the long-distance race yesterday, it doesn’t mean anything for the short-distance race.

It was no pressure for them to beat Bai Wu, who had no knowledge of sprinting at all.

"Okay, you guys have to let me go later."

Bai Wu nodded, his expression calm.

The group arrived at the starting point of the 100-meter track. In order to give Bai Wu the ultimate experience of being overtaken on both sides, Huang Wei directly arranged him in the fourth lane.

"Everyone, get ready!"

Huang Wei raised the command flag, and Hou Liang and others, with serious faces, stepped on the starting blocks and assumed the most formal crouching starting posture.

Huang Wei spoke so seriously, so they naturally had to show their full strength.

Bai Wu seemed a little out of place standing among them using the standing start. He knew very well that if he had not practiced the crouch start specifically, he would most likely make a big mistake if he used it rashly.

The athletes nearby were all grinning as they watched this scene.

"run!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly popped out from in front of the starting line.

After about 0.1 seconds, figures quickly rushed out of the starting line.

"What a quick response!"

Huang Wei and a group of sports students who were watching widened their eyes. Having trained for a long time, they naturally knew that this was not a false start, but a pure reaction speed that crushed the others.

And this person is Bai Wu.

"It's okay, I just reacted quickly. The gap of two or three meters was closed by Cheng Houliang and Li Liang in the middle and later stages."

The thought had just popped up in their minds when they suddenly realized that why did it feel like the distance between the white fog and the people behind not only did not shorten, but instead seemed to be widening?

Can’t Hou Liang and his men outrun the white fog?

On the track, Hou Liang clenched his teeth, took steps with all his might, and put a mask of pain on his face, looking like a madman.

This is one of his ways of accelerating, which often achieves good acceleration effects and allows him to overtake his opponents at the last moment.

He stared at Bai Wu who was running two or three meters ahead of him, and thought to himself: He only has the advantage in the first half because of his quick reaction, but he will be outclassed in the second half.

The player next to him had the same idea.

But slowly, he realized that something was wrong.

Why can’t we close the distance of two or three meters?