BANG!
As the starter pistol fired, cheers erupted.
Zhou Li had never run in a sprint race before and was half a beat slow to react, so he sprinted at a relatively steady pace to catch up.
Encouraging shouts rose and fell around him!
Sprints are always passionate, and as Zhou Li overtook one competitor after another, the cries of the crowd reached a crescendo, right until he crossed the finish line first.
Brother Nan was waiting for him at the finish. And was that Yin Le I just saw in the crowd? Zhou Li thought.
SMACK!
Brother Nan's slap broke Zhou Li from his thoughts. "Impressive! It looked like you had the slowest start!"
It was as if she shared in the glory.
Zhou Li smiled. When he looked back, Yin Le had disappeared. Only the competitors who finished one by one remained—those who had the worst times in his heat didn't care about their results, but the second-place runner who had advanced to the semifinals with him looked somewhat dejected.
