"It's the fourth circle!" Another exclaimed!

The playground suddenly fell into silence.

But after a few seconds, the louder and more neat sound of cheering suddenly burst out, and there was some applause in the middle!

"Is it just the fourth round? It's so slow..." A hint of cruel self-deprecating sneered on the corner of Ling Yun's mouth, and he bit his tongue with his teeth!

Pain! Severe pain!

But Lingyun's eyes, which had become red, had a decisive and crazy sharp edge flashed!

In the first lap, Ling Yun was adapting to the weight of the sandbag and looking for the balanced rhythm of running with the sandbag.

In the second round, Ling Yunjia was trying to consume his physical strength and force the sourness to spread throughout his body quickly.

In the third lap, Ling Yun was fighting with the endurance of a normal person and the perseverance of a normal person, waiting for the ultimate sour feeling to reach the top!

After three laps, it took him more than 45 minutes to run 1,200 meters!

This is simply a shame for Ling Yun, who is full of incomparably powerful pride in his soul!

Now, the fourth circle has begun, Lingyun is fighting for will!

The sour feeling of torture for ordinary people is simply torture. For Ling Yun, the best training the more he is, the more he is, the more he is!

Either fall down! or keep running forward!

There is no doubt that he is continuing to run forward! His physical strength, energy and endurance are exhausted, and he is using his strong willpower to activate his life potential to run!

"Fatty, I don't care what you're crazy today, listen to me! Since you start running the fourth lap, you have to finish five laps!"

A thunderous voice sounded in Ling Yun's ears, and Ling Yun felt a tall figure coming to him.

The salty sweat followed Ling Yun's footsteps, as the fat flesh trembled on his fat face, it scattered like raindrops, and his sweaty eyes could no longer be opened.

Ling Yun never dared to wipe it with his hands, for he was afraid of breaking the rhythm of his running.

However, when he heard this voice, Ling Yun twisted his neck with great difficulty and squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying at the phantom on his left.

Then, he turned his head with difficulty, gritted his teeth again, and took even bigger steps!

This action is more effective than saying a thousand words, and it is equivalent to slapping Tang Meng directly!

If Ling Yun could still speak now, if Ling Yun had the strength to do other moves, he would definitely spit Tang Meng without hesitation and then scold him **.

"Five laps? Running five laps is not my style!"

Tang Meng stopped suddenly and stood there on the spot. He understood Ling Yun's smile and also saw the ridicule and disdain conveyed by his ugly smile.

"It turns out that he is not trying to attract attention or to prove that he is showing others. He is just challenging his limits!"

"Cao Shanshan, you won!" Tang Meng looked at Ling Yun's back as he walked away, his eyes were very complicated.

At this time, on the playground, the lower-grade students who were taking physical education classes were no longer satisfied with applauding and cheering. A long-legged girl ran with Ling Yun without hesitation when she ran by her side!

With the first one, soon, the second one and the third one, all chased after them!

Some of them ran on both sides of Ling Yun's body, and some followed Ling Yun, constantly cheering him on!

"Lingyun, we support you, let's fight..."

"Come on! Come on!"

The cheers on the playground began to become uniform and shocking!

Passers-by who didn’t know outside the school thought that Qingshui No. 1 Middle School had another sports meeting!

Just when Ling Yun started running the fourth lap, most of the third class had passed.

In Class 1, Grade 3, Xie Junyan's face finally stopped being so leisurely. He stared at a message on his latest Aifengwu mobile phone with an ugly face.

"Boss, the fat pig started running the fourth lap, what should I do?"

Xie Junyan frowned and thought for a while, and quickly replied to the message.

"He finished the fourth lap. If he could run the fifth lap, I don't care what you do. Even if he breaks his legs, he will definitely not let him run down!"

After the information came out, a hint of cruelty flashed in Xie Junyan's eyes, and soon returned to normal, and it seemed to be very serious.

On the playground.

A muscular man who was practicing Sanda with Cheng Zhiye and others silently stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and then watched Ling Yun run with his eyes slanted.

His name is Li Lei, and he is Xie Junyan's hardcore brother and Xie Junyan's thug at school. As long as he goes out to eat, drink and have fun after school.

But on campus, in order to maintain his perfect image, Xie Junyan rarely contacts Li Lei. If Xie Junyan has a period of unhappy appearance, he will give Li Lei a call to let him settle the matter.

Since Xie Junyan dared to gamble for five thousand, he would of course think of the next move. However, the only thing he had to do was to judge how many laps Ling Yun could run at least.

If Ling Yun wants to run a few more laps, then he has some way to prevent Ling Yun from running!

Although Tang Meng called him to go over and give Ling Yun several rounds, he did not agree, as soon as he entered the classroom, he sent a text message to Li Lei, who was practicing Sanda on the playground, asking him to tell himself the situation on the playground at any time.

Xie Junyan doesn't want to offend Ning Lingyu directly because of Ling Yun's incident. He also hopes that he can use what means to win Ning Lingyu's heart before the college entrance examination.

"It's still a hundred meters away! Come on!"

"Come on!" "Come on!"

Ling Yun was running wildly with his will. With the cheers of more and more low-grade students, his pace not only did not slow down, but was still accelerating!

He is enjoying the pain caused by his physical strength, endurance and willpower reaching the limit!

However, Ling Yun knew that he had reached his limit!

Now, his mouth was opened to the maximum, and the breathing sound of "huh...huh..." that had been controlled well also turned into "huh...huh..." sound.

Ling Yun only felt that his throat was burned hard by a red soldering iron, and the burning stinging sensation almost made him unable to breathe!

The sweat that overflowed from his body no longer spilled down his feet, but was instantly simmered by the heat of his body, and the fog enveloped Ling Yun's body.

The reason why he is still running is just because of inertia, huge inertia!

Although his steps are still very big, his steps are no longer coherent, and that rhythm seems to be about to be broken.

"It's the body of a mortal after all!" Ling Yun sighed helplessly.

His only hope now is the spiritual energy of the Seven Star Grass hidden in his body.

But the spiritual energy of the Qi Yao Grass absorbed in the body last night seems to have no sign of loosening!

He knew that if the spiritual energy in his body could not be stimulated, he would fall to the ground after running four laps at most!

This time everyone has seen that Ling Yun has reached his limit and he may fall down at any time!

"It's just four laps. As it looks like this, the fifth lap can't run at all!"

Looking at Ling Yun who was already shaking, Tang Meng shook his head slightly, and a hint of regret appeared on his face.

Looking at Ling Yun getting closer and closer again, for some reason, he didn't even think about winning or losing now.

Suddenly, Ling Yun, who was about to finish the fourth lap, was hit by a small stone under his feet. His body staggered and he leaned forward suddenly!

"Ah..." Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation around him!

The two lower-grade boys running beside Ling Yun subconsciously reached out to support Ling Yun.

"Don't touch him!"

Tang Meng shouted loudly, scaring the two boys so much that they quickly retracted their hands.

Tang Meng knew that as long as there was a little external force, Ling Yun would not fall, but his tone would inevitably be leaking.

As long as he breathes, let alone run away, Ling Yun will definitely be carried to the school hospital in his current state.

Ling Yun felt the eyes turn black, his throat suddenly sweetened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth that had been wide open!

"Ah..." The girl who followed him to run and cheered up exclaimed, and many people's steps suddenly stopped.

"I actually vomited blood..."

"Running can make you vomit blood...this..."

"He didn't fall, he was still running forward!"

"The fourth lap is over!"

Seeing a handful of dazzling bright red falling in the sun, physical education teacher Ma Tianfeng felt his heart tightening!

"I guess it will only appear on the international marathon or during special forces training..." Ma Tianfeng murmured.

As a physical education teacher at Lingyun High School, he really wants to go there and stop Lingyun.

"No, if you run like this, he will die. I can't watch this crazy guy run to death!"

If he watches his students run to death under his nose, he, the physical education teacher, must be responsible!

Seeing Ling Yun's mouthful of blood flying, Tang Meng was almost frightened and sat on the ground!

"Isn't it so awesome, right? I'm still running after all this?"

The moment Lingyun's blood spilled on the runway, everyone was shocked!

But everyone was wondering why he was still running. It seemed that his steps were much lighter than before, and the rhythm he had been maintaining became more and more smooth!
To be continued...