Listening to Zhang Ling talking to herself in shock, Cao Shanshan looked at Ling Yun running wildly on the field and was slightly lost.

"Shanshan, do you say he has run for so long, how many laps have he had to run?" Zhang Ling suddenly cared about Cao Shanshan's 1,000 yuan.

"I don't know if he had any rest in the middle, but at least there were four rounds..." Cao Shanshan looked at the figure who was moving forward on the playground and clenched her pink fists slightly.

"It must have been resting, otherwise he would have been exhausted long ago. How could he be so happy!" Zhang Ling curled his lips.

At this moment, there was an uproar on the playground, and some girl shouted with a sharp voice.

“Eight circles!”

"What?!"

"What?!"

Cao Shanshan and Zhang Ling, without exception, were all petrochemicals on the spot!

"Is this still a human? Does he want to just run to death and calculate?"

Zhang Ling asked most people’s questions.

She didn't notice that a sharp edge suddenly burst out from Cao Shanshan's beautiful autumn eyes beside her.
Chapter completed!