Qin Hao's excellent start reassured Wang Weiyin quite a bit.
However, as he ran, something seemed off.
Wang Weiyin clearly noticed that Qin Hao's speed wasn't bad, but his movements seemed stiff?
It didn't resemble the running form of a normal athlete?
Qin Hao didn't think too much about it, he just let loose and relied on his strong physique to keep running.
He quickly crossed the finish line, and the referee beside him pressed the stopwatch,
"How was it? How fast?"
Qin Hao walked over to the referee and asked.
Referee: "10.10 seconds."
"Oh, is that fast or slow?"
Qin Hao didn't understand sprinting so he asked nervously.
The referee looked at him like he was an idiot: "It's okay."
This time, Wang Weiyin wobbled his large belly and ran over, asking the same thing: "What's the result?"
The referee tossed the stopwatch to him, and after Wang Weiyin looked at it, his expression changed: "Why is it only a little over ten seconds?"
