Rebirth of the New Farmers in the 1980s

The people at 　　 Sports School are very recognizable. They are all wearing **** and vests with the words Sports School printed on their chests.

　　 Wanfeng glanced at it and found that among the 40 or 50 people participating in the 3,000-meter race, nearly half were from sports schools.

　　 After the inspection, Wan Feng stood on the starting line. This time he was fighting alone.

　　 Tan Chun did not have a 3,000-meter race mission. As for Liu Shengan to Wan Feng, the two sides were in conflict. He burned incense when this product was messed up by him during the race.

　　 "Are you all from a sports school?" Wan Feng deliberately dangled in front of the person wearing a sports school vest.

　　 The sports school people headed by Xiaopingtou didn't answer. The scene of Wanfeng chasing the second pig with a knife in the morning left a deep impression on them.

"Do you know why I participated in the 3,000-meter competition? Tell you, I am here to slap you guys in the sports school in the face. Your teacher said that one of his students can throw me a lap if he catches any of them. Leave all of you from the sports school behind and see what kind of face your teacher will have. It's best to clean your hands and feet during the competition. I won't be used to your problems!"

　　 At this moment, Wanfeng was murderous, and his face looked fierce.

　　 A teacher who issued the order at the starting line unexpectedly looked at Wan Feng who issued a statement of challenge. Is this guy here to smash the sports school? The courage is not small!

　　The players in the sports school looked indifferent and nonchalant. They may not be Wanfeng’s opponents when it comes to using a knife to throw people away, but when it comes to long-distance running, they don’t think Wanfeng poses any threat to them.

　　 The corners of the mouth of the small flat head also made a sneer.

　　 There are more than 50 contestants participating in the 3,000-meter race, including 13 students from sports school, and the rest are contestants in grades six, seven and eight.

　　 Although the competition is to participate together, but the rankings are recorded separately, each with its own.

　　For example, sports school students participate in competitions only to count their own rankings in the sports school, and the competitions for students in the sixth grade are only compared with those of the same grade, and so on.

　　 In other words, even though the three-kilometer race was played at one time, there were four first places in it.

　　 First in sports school, first in sixth grade, first in seventh grade and first in eighth grade.

After 　　 the starting gun was fired, the players ran out of the starting line in a mess like a bull and sheep, and two groups formed within one lap.

　　 The first group is naturally people from the sports school playing the leading role, with a few ordinary senior students in the middle.

　　 More than ten meters behind them is the second group of more than thirty people.

　　 Wanfeng was in the second group at this time, to be precise, he was ranked at the end of the second group, the second to last.

　　 On the rostrum at this time, the teacher who issued the order came to Zhang Xushao's side and said, pointing to Wan Feng at the end.

　　 "Ms. Zhang! Have you seen that student?"

　　 Zhang Xushao naturally saw Wanfeng, so the team just ran past the rostrum.

　　 "Look at what he is doing?" Zhang Xushao replied coldly.

　　 "This kid is very interesting. He has written to your sports school at the beginning of the game. He is here to hit your sports school."

　　 "Zhangchangzi? Just him?" Zhang Xushao curled his lips.

　　 smashed his sports school, even if the city team did not dare to say this when they came, what is the reason for a small crippled man!

　　 "It's just idle anyway, let's see why this arrogant guy dares to challenge the sports school, if he can run the last of the thirteen people in my sports school, even if he wins!"

　　 When Zhang Xushao said this, he had already run two laps on the field.

　　 At this time, three groups have formed on the runway. The first group is already all sports school players. Thirteen players lined up in a line like one person.

　　 Behind them are some senior ordinary players with about a dozen people. In the future, it is the largest group. Wan Feng is still hidden in this group and still ranks second to last.

　　 The three-kilometer race had to run nearly nine laps in this arena, and now a quarter of it has passed.

　　 "Running in the penultimate position and dare to challenge the sports school, I bet he may not be able to complete the course." Zhang Xushao said contemptuously.

　　 At the position of Jiangwei School, Jiang Jun, Tan Chun, Xu Bin, and Luan Feng all looked nervously at Wan Feng, who was not in a hurry.

　　 After learning that Wan Feng was going to hit the sports school temporarily, these guys didn't even sell popsicles, and ran back to cheer Wan Feng.

　　 "Oh, why is this guy running so slow, he will be the last one at a slower pace." Luan Feng leaned forward, his eyes staring like a light bulb wishing to rush in and run two laps.

　　 "Yes! According to this gameplay, he doesn't even talk about slapping sports schools, even if these are not sports schools, they can't run!" Jiang Jun said depressed.

　　 "It's okay, my brother usually works late, and he will catch up in two laps." Xu Bin has always been fascinated by Wanfeng, and in his mind, Wanfeng seems to have nothing that cannot be done.

　　 "But the distance seems to be a little farther away, it's already half a circle."

　　 At the same time, the teacher who gave the order on the podium took out a cigarette and handed Zhang Xushao a cigarette: "Smokers, I just saw that the product was very imposing and thought it was very powerful, it turned out to be a silver-like spear tip."

　　 Zhang Xushao smiled and took the cigarette and stopped paying attention to the situation in the field, and began to discuss the parents' shortcoming with his colleagues.

　　 "Little Li! Are you interested in coming to our sports school?"

　　...

　　The race in the field is still going on~www.ltnovel.com~ Wan Feng has calculated the number of laps, and now he has run two laps, he feels it is necessary to increase the speed, if you do not increase the speed, it is really too late.

　　 Wanfeng's speed began to increase gradually. He passed one person and then another person. By the half of the third lap, he had already left the third group and came to the end of the second group.

　　 "Seeing that without my brother speeding up, he will be able to catch up to the sports school in two laps." Xu Bin cheered for his correct judgment.

　　 There are also people from Jiangwei School who cheer together.

　　 When the game entered the fourth lap, Wan Feng was already in the leading position of the second group and gradually separated from the second group and moved closer to the first group.

　　 "Teacher Zhang, I heard that the sports school will be separated from the middle school, and you will be solely responsible for it in the future?" The teacher named Xiao Li asked Zhang Xushao with a smile.

　　 "There is such a thing, but I don't know when it will be implemented, but it will be implemented sooner or later. This is what I mean by asking if you have come to a sports school."

　　 Xiao Li scratched his head: "Teacher Zhang, what can I do to a sports school if I can't run or jump?"

　　 "As soon as the sports school is separated from the school, there are also cultural classes. Although it is only a formality, there must be a teacher. The treatment of the sports school is much better than that of ordinary teachers."

　　 There are still some special treatments for sports within the system. Of course this Xiao Li knows.

　　 Xiao Li was tempted: "Teacher Zhang, do you think I can go?"

　　 "That's not a matter of my word, I can go whoever I let go." Zhang Xushao said triumphantly.

　　 "Teacher Zhang, I will ask you more in the future..." Xiao Li suddenly stopped at this point, looking at the athlete who just ran past the rostrum with an incredible expression.