Second Place… Is Yours!

Since Song Shuhang and the dark-skinned student both sprinted, they were already one lap ahead of the other athletes, leading by a wide margin!

"This is not real, right? Since when does Song Shuhang run so fast and have so much endurance?" Lin Tubo was the first who doubted his eyes, shouting in exaggeration.

"This is… the power of love!" Gao Moumou pushed his glasses as the cold lens reflected the sunlight.

Li Yangde subconsciously glanced at Lu Fei, the chick who cheered Shuhang on, not far from him.

Next to Lu Fei, a girl with shoulder-length hair suddenly brightened her eyes, "Say, Feifei, student Shuhang was the guy showing off his muscles on the track, no?"

"Haha, he should… be the one." Lu Fei faintly sensed a crisis coming. The scorching summer was still long, if she didn’t make a move and more people discovered Shuhang’s merits, would someone snatch him away?

"If he were the one showing off his muscles on the track, then this speed is still not his fastest, right?" the shoulder-length hair said quietly.

She remembered that the male on the track ran countless laps all at sprinting speed?

The dark-skinned student felt his worldview collapse. After sprinting for so long, this toy boy’s face wasn’t flushed, and his breathing was not heavy; it seemed to be easy for him?

Impossible, this guy must be forcing himself.

Sprinting like this consumed a lot of stamina. He felt like he could endure no longer, so the toy boy should also collapse very soon.

The dark-skinned student gritted his teeth, and slowed down his pace a little. Even for him, it was impossible to sprint five thousand meters.

"Fellow Student, your speed’s slowed down a bit. At this rate, you’re never going to outrun me by an entire street," Song Shuhang’s calm voice came from behind him.

"Huff huff… what do you mean?" the dark-skinned student panted like a cow.

"If you decrease your pace, I’ll pass you." Song Shuhang gave a friendly reminder. As he said, he increased his pace until there was half a meter between the two.

"Huff huff, I was just adjusting my breathing. I’ll put my best foot forward, just you watch; it won’t be just a street, it’ll be at least two or more," the dark-skinned student said ferociously and gritted his teeth, immersing himself in sprinting again.

He could endure it. Based on his stamina, sprinting around three laps then slowing down to rest would be possible. Even if he’s surpassed when he slowed down, on the last three laps, he’d have stored enough stamina to take back the first place.

Now, the most important thing was to completely outrun the pretty boy in these three laps, showing him the difference between them—the difference between a master sportsman and a mere toy boy!

"Hooooh." The dark-skinned student bolted crazily again, and spit flew everywhere.

The distance between him and Shuhang was once again pulled apart to a meter. 

Song Shuhang’s eyes contained gratification. He followed behind the dark-skinned student once again and sped up to the same speed, maintaining exactly one meter of distance, no more and no less.

"Sigh, why did the dark-skinned guy and Song Shuhang sprint frantically from the start? At this rate, they won’t endure for the entire five thousand meters, right?" Shuhang’s classmate asked doubtfully.

"The way the dark-skinned guy runs feels kinda disgusting."

The dark skinned-student bolted frantically like a crazy deer, and his flying saliva made him look like he was frothing at the mouth.

Very soon, they had run three laps. 

The dark-skinned student felt his stamina level was at a critical point, but when he turned, he could still see the toy boy following tightly behind him by a meter, not shaken off at all. 

"How is it possible, huff huff, why can you still keep up with me?" the dark-skinned student lost his self-control, "A pretty face like you, huff huff~why haven’t you collapsed? Hurry up and collapse!"

Why was this guy so good at running? And why was he so full of stamina?!

"Fellow Student, it’s only been a little more than three laps, there are more laps to go, why have you slowed down?" Song Shuhang’s voice sounded once again.

"Stop kidding, you should be very tired, huff huff~stop forcing yourself, hurry up and collapse!" the dark-skinned student shouted.

"I won’t collapse, I feel that I can still run for a long long time." Song Shuhang warmly smiled, "Besides, you should still have stamina. Want me to help you out?"

"What do you mean? Huff huff~you bastard." The dark-skinned student said furiously, he felt as if he was being ridiculed.

Song Shuhang took a light breath and formed his mental energy, using mental oppression towards the dark-skinned student. This was a mental trick used to intimidate the opponent. However, Song Shuhang controlled the level of mental intimidation—it would not be like last time where the beautiful teacher was so scared she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. 

At this time, the dark-skinned student felt a ferocious evil beast chasing him with the desire to eat him.

"Ahhhh." He shouted uncannily, and bolted with every effort.

So terrifying, so terrifying!

"As expected you can still run, and run very fast at that. People always are held back by sloth, what makes people stop is not the body’s fatigue, but their consciousness that ‘limits’ their body. They think that can only sprint a certain distance, so they slow down their steps. In reality, they can still run very fast." Song Shuhang followed behind the dark-skinned student, and gave a ‘professional’ evaluation. I did another good thing, how delightful?

"C’mon, do your best, you’re the man who’s going to outrun me by an entire street." Song Shuhang cheered on the dark-skinned student from behind.

"Ahhhh!" the dark-skinned student shouted. Tears, sweat, snot, and saliva blurred his face, making him look exceptionally tragic.

And, Shuhang still followed from a meter behind.

One lap, after another; yet another lap, and yet another lap!

Fear can stimulate one’s physical limits; the dark-skinned student had all his potential released. Five thousand meters’ distance did not seem so far with the add-on named fear.

Everyone stared agape at the dark-skinned student who bolted like a mad beast.

If he continued sprinting like this, would he break the world record?

Sprinting, his legs knew not of fatigue—the dark-skinned student felt his legs were already numb. Within his abdomen was overwhelming sickness that made him want to puke.

This was the fastest he’s ever run in his life. It was also the most tiring and most painful time.

But, hard work always pays off; there was only half a lap left.

He was the winner. He was faster than the pretty boy! Even if it was only by a meter!

The dark-skinned student was almost frothing at the mouth.

It was only a few more steps before the finish line. He had already passed the third place athlete by three laps; this was a surprising record.

"I’m the ultimate winner!" the dark-skinned student summoned his remaining strength, throwing himself like a hungry wolf towards the finish line.

Only a few dozen meters left, a distance for sprinting!

The fruits of victory were within reach.

Right at this moment, as he was about to sprint to the finish line, a silhouette rushed past him, whooshing like a howling hurricane.

Such ferocious agility!

It was too fast; even he could not see who the other person was.

It wasn’t until the other person stood at the finish line with both arms raised that he saw who it was.

The dark-skinned student instantly felt his heart throb in pain.

It was the pretty boy!

At this last moment, his opponent ran explosively and composedly, reaching the finish line faster than he did. 

"I originally thought it wasn’t a big deal to let you have the first place, but I promised my friends I’d win, so unfortunately, I can’t give you this first place." At the finish line, the toy boy turned his head and laughed heartily, giving him a thumbs up, "But you were a great opponent, c’mon, second place is yours!"

Second place, second place… is yours. It’s yours!

At this moment, the-dark skinned student felt crushed.

"Ough!" he could no longer endure the overwhelming sickness in his abdomen. At the same time, when he’d lost the faith in achieving first place, his legs went soft. Sprinting so fast, he did not step firmly, tripping and falling to the ground! Under the momentum of sprinting, his entire body dragged along for quite some distance…

At this time, the dark-skinned student was only three to five steps away from the finish line!

But, this distance for him right now was the distance between heaven and earth, an insurmountable gap. 

Song Shuhang scratched the back of his head and sighed, "What a pity. Just like a migratory bird that didn’t collapse on the way, but collapsed on the beach before the final destination... he was a great opponent."

The dark-skinned student’s eyes finally went dark, and he fainted.