C9 The Relay Race

The class monitor walked over and handed the number book to Lyi Rann. "Come on, Lyi Rann, do your best."

He nodded and took the number book, which he pinned to his waist. Lyi Rann's class was Class Two, next door was Class One, and next door was a girl called Lan Jing. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also a top student. Every time she took the monthly exam, she always ranked first in the grade. Not only was she the goddess of Class One, but she was also the target of many boys' pursuit.

The girl was beautiful and shy, but she had a vague affection for Lyi Rann from the next class. Unexpectedly, her gentle and unpretentious personality moved Lyi Rann, and the two of them became good friends. She held a thermos in her hand, and she looked very attractive in her school uniform. She tied her hair into a ponytail and handed the thermos to Lyi Rann. "Lyi Rann, what project did you sign up for?"

"Five thousand, and four times four, I hear."

Lan Jing nodded, "Yes, I signed up for three thousand." Lyi Rann clicked his tongue, "Can you do it? After running, he was crippled and went straight to the hospital. " He teased her wantonly. "You underestimate me. Although I'm slower, I'll definitely be able to hold on." Lyi Rann smiled brightly. "Good luck. I hope you can surpass Brother Jian from our class."

Lyi Rann's class had one called Simple. She was a girl, but she had spiky hair, a style of dress, and a way of doing things. She was even more manly than a man, and everyone called her Brother Jane. In the eyes of the boys, she was a tomboy. Her grades were average, but her physical education was excellent, and no one in the whole school could beat her.

Lyi Rann stood up, and the students in the class cheered him on. After Lyi Rann went to the check-in office, he went to his own track. He was the last runner, and he was wearing a pair of sports shorts that revealed his strong calves and a black short-sleeved shirt. He stood on his track, warming up. From afar, Shen Moyun could always find him in the sea of people.

He turned to the boy next to him. "How did Lyi Rann do in your class? How's his interpersonal relationship? " The boy, who was playing games on his phone, looked up when he heard the question from the person beside him. Shen Moyun's question was casual and natural. Although he was a celebrity in the industry, he was very down-to-earth.

The boy felt a little uncomfortable sitting there, but when he saw that a big shot like him didn't put on airs, he swallowed and said, "Lyi Rann is the math representative of our class. His math grades are especially good, and he gets full marks almost every time he takes an exam.

He was very popular, very handsome, and very modest with girls. His family had money and no airs, but he was a little headstrong and dared to go against the principal. Lyi Rann and I sat around the table, and he often brought me good food. "

Shen Moyun raised his head and looked at him in silence as he said the last sentence. It was a very ordinary look, but it made the boy feel as if there was a sharp blade on his back and a cold wind was blowing behind him.

The starting gun sounded, and the competition began in full swing. Lyi Rann stood at the beginning of the runway, ready to leave at any time. When he first came to the Lyi family, he was small and malnourished. Not only did Lyi Aotian change his picky eater, but he also urged him to exercise every day. There was a special gym at home, and because he had participated in the sports competition, he trained late every day.

He stood at the starting point, and by the time the third runner came over, he was already in a running position. He reached out and took the baton, and shot out like an arrow leaving the bow. Lyi Rann's class was in the fourth lane, and by the time the third runner came over, their class was already behind the third. The last runner could pass the starting point, and Lyi Rann tried his best to catch up. When he was still a hundred meters away from the finish line, he successfully jumped to first place. The second lane was only two meters away from him. Lyi Rann used all his strength and took first place in one go. The students who were watching the competition in the stands immediately stood up and cheered. Because of the inertia, Lyi Rann rushed a few meters before he slowly stopped. He took off the banner that was still hanging from his waist and looked victorious.

After registering, he returned to the stands, and the class monitor immediately went up to him. "Lyi Rann, good job! Awesome!" Lyi Rann did not know how to be humble and was rather proud of himself. "Then look, you want to compete with me, Young Master Li, in speed?"