What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

It doesn't matter, this road is blocked, I just need to cross another street, there are still 2 minutes, I must be in time!

Panting heavily, Aokiji pulled off the mask and stuck it on his chin, allowing himself to breathe more efficiently.

almost!

Just turn right here, cross the road, and you can go directly to the club from the alley inside!

There was a smile on Aoki Si's face again, but the moment he turned around, the smile on his face froze again.

"What the hell are you doing again!"

Aoki Si's speechless cry was completely covered by the noisy voices in front of him.

It can only be seen that in front of Aoki Si's face is an extremely crowded crowd.Looking in from this side, you can still see the long guns and short guns of many reporters, and a hostess who seems to have seen it on TV once or twice is shouting something in front of the camera.

There is also a young man dressed in short-sleeved shorts and a track and field athlete who is moving his body.To his left, a motorcycle rider in full helmet and armor was humming on the accelerator.

What is this doing?

"Today, it's time for our sprint genius from Yachiyo City to prove himself!" The hostess explained excitedly to the camera: "Can our sprint genius Nishio Kazuyuki start at the same time in the 50-meter race? Overtake a motorcycle within a distance?"

"Everyone, don't change the channel, the game will start soon!" The hostess had to raise her voice because there were too many onlookers: "We can see that Nishio and Yuki-kun are already adjusting their status and stepping on the running block. Whether he can complete his own challenge, the result will be revealed soon!"

Hearing her words, Aoki Division had an ugly expression on his face: This group of people occupied the road, if there is another detour now, there is definitely not enough time!

Glancing at the phone, it was only one minute and 08 seconds away from 30:11!

No, only one minute and ten seconds!

what to do?Detour obediently and pay the fine?But if there is another detour, those who are late will not be one point or two points. They will have to make a big detour, at least three or four minutes.

As soon as Qing Musi thought of Song Shanyan smiling triumphantly and pulling out a few 1000 yuan from his salary, he felt dark in front of his eyes.

Not only will the money be deducted, but Song Shanyan will also be laughed at triumphantly for a long time, right?This old brother has been very angry with him for a long time, and this time he seized the opportunity, he will definitely not let him go casually.

How to do?Aoki Division tugged at his mask, suddenly his eyes lit up.

There is a method!

Slowly lifting his mask, Aoki Division slowly pushed away the crowd and got to the side of the temporarily drawn runway.

"Oh, we can see that Nishio and Yuki-kun are fully ready and are nodding to us. Next, we only need to wait for our referee to fire a gun, and the race will start! Our motorcycle riders are also out OK gesture to remind us that he is also ready."

The hostess turned slightly sideways, so that the camera focused on Nishio Kazuyuki and the motorcycle rider.

The onlookers, reporters, and hosts all held their breaths, watching Nishio Kazuyuki squatting on the running aid with all their attention.

The referee stood to one side with a flare gun in his hand, and said loudly, "Get ready!"

Nishio Kazuyuki raised his body, with a confident smile on his lips: Heh, if nothing unexpected, the motorcycle rider should have already received a bribe from the brokerage company.As long as I don't make any mistakes in the future, I can win this game steadily.

With this gimmick of outrunning the motorcycle, my reputation will definitely rise to another level. By that time, who can be the fastest sprinter in Yachiyo City!

Xi, focus, as long as you win the competition, you can participate in commercial shooting, appear on variety shows, win female stars, and reach the pinnacle of life!

Nishio Kazuyuki was extremely concentrated, even more serious than he usually participated in the competition.

"Crack!" With a gunshot, Nishio Kazuyuki's legs slammed hard, and the whole person stepped on the running aid and rushed out like an arrow from the string.And the motorcycle rider also hit the gas pedal with great momentum, but the speed was unexpectedly not fast.

That's right, it's the feeling of running through the wind, the feeling of leaving the world behind. I, Kazuyuki Nishio, am the son of the wind, the god of sprinting in Yachiyo!

Staring at the front, Nishio Kazuyuki had a faint smile on his running face.

The camera will definitely take a good picture of my heroic appearance!

"Wow! What is that?"

"So fast!"

"My goodness!"

"Oh!!!"

The exclamation in the ears made Nishio and Yuki run a little faster, and only felt that they had reached the best condition-ha, maybe, maybe I can break a personal record by the way!

Nishio Kazuyuki was thinking, but suddenly saw a black shadow out of the corner of his eye.

What?Is it a motorcycle?Isn't it stuffed with money?

Nishio Kazuyuki tilted his head slightly in a panic and looked at his side, but suddenly saw a guy in black sportswear, a hat and a disposable mask running side by side with him!

No, not side by side, it is he who is outdoing himself!

Nishio Kazuko suddenly panicked: What is this about him!He gritted his teeth and strode his legs vigorously.

What the hell is this!Nishio and Yuki almost cried out.

Meanwhile, Aoki Tsukasa, who was wearing a hat and a mask, just speeded up crazily, and then speeded up again, staring straight at the alley at the end of the track, and kept shouting in his heart: Just run to the corner, get in, run out in a straight line, and turn left right to the club!

I can!There must be time!Not even a dollar will be fined!

"Too fast!" The hostess screamed frantically: "A mysterious man in sportswear suddenly rushed onto the track. Although he started a little slowly, he ran faster and faster. !His speed is like a cheetah, like a bullet, like a flashing meteor!"

"He's overtaking! He's overtaking! He's overtaking motorcycles, overtaking Kazuyuki Nishio!"

"At this moment, he is not running alone!"

The hostess grabbed the microphone, breathless, but still shouted enthusiastically: "At this moment, he is possessed by the soul of the god of sprinting and track and field! He is not fighting alone! He is not alone !!! He's still accelerating, he's coming, he's coming!"