"On your marks!" A man holding a colored flag waved the flag in his hand and then shouted loudly.
Instantly, Ni Yan'er, Shangguan Qingcheng, Song Yan, and Dao Ge sprawled on the ground, imitating the starting position often seen by athletes on TV at the start of a race.
"Begin!"
With that command, the four of them dashed forward like unleashed wild horses, shooting out like arrows.
In the blink of an eye.
They had reached the finish line.
The 200-meter sprint was indeed a trifle for the four of them.
"Shangguan Qingcheng 8 seconds, Ni Yan'er 9 seconds, Dao Ge 10 seconds, Song Yan 10.5 seconds," the score reporter announced loudly.
Hearing these results, the observers, including an old witch and Zheng Yue, showed a faint smile. The foreigner remained as unimpressed as always.
"Awesome! An 8-second 200-meter sprint—if you were in the Olympics, you'd definitely be the world champion," Zhu Bufan silently praised in his heart.
