157: C157 You Are Not Fighting with One Person but Eight

C157 You Are Not Fighting with One Person but Eight

"Ding! Mission issued! Underachiever's Provoke!"

"'Requirements: Host, please completely end the hope of the Underachiever and win the 100m Flying Man War.'"

"'Reward: Study Achievement Point + 888... '"

Hehe, I was waiting for you to say this!

"Don't be discouraged, the other party is a sports student." The sports teacher Xu Yue came in front of Qin Luo and comforted him, "But don't worry, you just haven't undergone systematic training. As long as you go through training and surpass Zhang Lei, it will only be a matter of time."

"Don't worry teacher, I will win." After saying that, Qin Luo walked to the table tennis table.

Compared to running, Qin Luo preferred table tennis.

"What's going on? "Xu Yue was a little confused. He had wanted to say that he would definitely defeat Zhang Lei if he started training now, but what about Qin Luo?

He would not give her any chances.

Are all top students so willful? As a physical education teacher, Xu Yue was dumbfounded.

Time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, the weekend had passed.

The sports meet arrived as promised.

One after another, the competitions were completed. The winners came from different sources, but there was one thing that was exactly the same. Almost all of the champions were sports students.

In such sports, sports students who had undergone training had a huge advantage.

"Sigh, I lost again!" The group of Grade 12 Class 7 Underachiever were dejected.

The table tennis competition was originally the event where they had the highest chance of winning the championship, but unfortunately, they met a sports student.

In a short ten minutes, the contestants of Grade 12 Class 7 were massacred.

"This is cheating! Sports students should form a group by themselves." This was what the Underachiever were shouting in their hearts.

"Next is the 100m sprint. Students from all classes, please be prepared..." At this moment, the voice of the student council member could be heard from the school's broadcast.

Everyone was shocked, and then they covered their faces.

This time, they had lost a lot of face...

Of course, Qin Luo did not care about the doubts of the Underachiever.

Waving his hand, Qin Luo walked towards the race track.

"Kid, you still have time to count." Zhang Lei walked over slowly.

Qin Luo looked at him seriously and said, "Idiot!"

"You! Alright, you keep staring at me." Zhang Lei waited for Qin Luo's reply angrily before he turned around and walked towards his own track.

I admit that you are awesome, but you are awesome. Do you think you are better than the system?

As a sprinting level 3 existence, Qin Luo's strength was already at the top of high school students!

Ignoring Zhang Lei, Qin Luo walked towards the race track.

Qin Luo's track was at the first lane on the right. It was also the race track that was most easily affected by other athletes, but he didn't care at all.

He put his four fingers on the ground, and his arms were as wide as his shoulders. He looked at the starting line, his knees on the ground, and his feet on the starting stand. Qin Luo made a perfect starting position.1

Zhang Lei exclaimed when he saw Qin Luo's actions, but then he shook his head in disdain.

So what if his movements were standard? Strength was the only thing that determined the outcome of the battle.

And the most important thing was that besides Qin Luo's accident, the other nine people who participated in the match were all from their training team.

In other words, Qin Luo was not fighting with him alone, but with eight people!

Unless there was a miracle, no, even if there was a miracle, it would be impossible for him to win the championship? Zhang Lei sneered in his heart.

"Ready!"

"Bang!" The starting gun roared.

Nine people shot out like sharp swords.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Luo was thrown far behind him.

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