The starting pistol had just been raised when all the first runners were already in their ready stance. A gunshot echoed, and wisps of white smoke rose. Scattered cheers broke out across the field.
"The first runners are evenly matched in terms of strength," both sides' first runners, whether in height or speed, were on the same level. It was just that Zhang Fangxiao's group gained a slight advantage at the start, leading by a body's length.
"How long did that run just take?" Lu Xun suddenly asked, and it was only then that Ren Minghang stopped his stopwatch, awkwardly looking at the time displayed; he had just... zoned out.
Xia You had her bat-like military uniform tied around her waist, her slender legs swinging loosely in the spacious trousers. Compared to Zhang Fangxiao, who looked tense right beside her, she seemed quite casual. Her long hair, under the sunlight, looked even blacker, and as the wind blew, a faint scent of shampoo wafted around.
