A sudden exclamation caught the attention of many people, and they instinctively looked toward the field.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked!
"What's this damn speed? There's still over 600 meters left, and he's starting a hundred-meter sprint?!"
"This is too fast, the score surely won't be bad."
As they saw Lin Yi picking up speed, the girls nearby jumped excitedly.
But Zhou Chunkai commented nonchalantly:
"You can tell you guys have no common sense about sports; in less than 200 meters, he'll be out of stamina. He might even get a stitch, and then he won't even pass."
"Tch, I think you're just jealous."
"Heh heh..."
Zhou Chunkai let out a cold chuckle, "Whether I'm jealous or not, you'll know soon enough."
Nearby, Sun Ming was sitting cross-legged on the ground.
He also wasn't optimistic about Lin Yi's final score.
No sense of rhythm at all. Never mind whether he can keep it up, it would be a blessing if he doesn't get a stitch.
