That's damn well the Eighth Squadron! The squadron with all the guaranteed admission students!
Some old soldiers from the Eighth Squadron, who had originally planned to slack off, got their hairs standing on end when they saw someone catching up from behind.
If they got lapped within just three laps, how could they stand it?
The ones lagging at the back didn't dare slack anymore, they didn't even dare to hold back any strength, burying their heads and desperately charging forward.
For Squad Nine, it was even more nerve-wracking; their hard-to-reach Bro Tao, after just three laps, now couldn't catch up with Fang Huai, who had left them a good hundred meters behind. They had tried to follow him at first, but later they didn't dare to keep up. Running like this, not to mention five kilometers, they'd be finished in just two.
But Jin Guotao couldn't not chase; if he, as the district team captain, got lapped by a whole lap, he'd have no place left in the hierarchy.