Chapter 2099 You Are Not Allowed to Influence Him (34)

"I advise you to give up. Regarding this, you can't outrun me." Luo Zifeng turned around and looked at the boy who was two steps behind.

"Save more strength for yourself." The other party raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly, a cold voice sounded, and then, the next second, he passed by him.

Luo Zifeng, "...."

Not to be outdone, he rushed forward.

The two figures were chasing each other on the runway.

"Ah, Song Ning is so handsome."

"Come on Luo Zifeng."

"Song Ning, Song Ning, come on."

The girls became cheerleaders.

As time passed, Song Ning and Luo Zifeng had already reached five thousand meters.

The two were competing, and there was still no sign of anyone falling behind.

The class bell rang at this time.

Those students who were still looking forward to the results had no choice but to reluctantly turn around and leave, especially the girls.

"Who do you think will win, Song Ning or Luo Zifeng?"

"I don't know, but just based on looks, I think Song Ning is more in line with my standard of a male god. He is really more handsome the more you look at him, and he is very attractive. He is cold but not arrogant, especially the collarbone and fingers. The fried chicken looks good. . Every time I pass by their class, the way Song Ning turns the pages of a book and lowers her eyes makes me laugh."

"This game is hard to say... I really want to see it until the end..."

The boy who was the referee was on the verge of tears. He stood there, not knowing whether he should go or not.

Luo Zifeng gasped and glanced at the other party.

Grit your teeth.

This guy...

It seems that he underestimated him.

Song Ning looked straight ahead, keeping her pace and looking forward.

His chest rose and fell slightly, but his breathing was still not messy.

The two sides continue to compete with each other.

After running eight thousand meters.

There is still not much distance between Luo Zifeng and Song Ning.

The former was slightly shocked, but how could he give in?

Only two thousand meters remain.

He must let Song Ning lose this game.

Luo Zifeng speeded up and surpassed the opponent by a little.

The broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and his handsome face was still fair. The boy's face had no expression, but his eyes were unexpectedly calm and composed.

"Song Ning, this victory belongs to me." Luo Zifeng turned to look at the opponent, gritted his teeth, and made the final sprint.

One thousand meters.

Five hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Just when he thought he had gotten rid of Song Ning far away, Luo Zifeng looked back inadvertently, with a stiff look on his face.

But soon.

He cursed quietly.

When there were only 150 meters left, a figure passed him.

Luo Zifeng gritted his teeth and tried his best to catch up with the opponent's speed.

But Song Ning didn't give this chance at all.

Luo Zifeng tasted that kind of frustration for the second time. He could only watch helplessly as the opponent reached the finish line before him.

"...Song Ning wins." The boy standing there whistled quickly as if he had just remembered his mission.

"Hoo, ho, ho." All Luo Zifeng's anger and unwillingness burst out the moment the man won the championship.

Because of excessive physical exertion, he fell to the ground hard.

He gasped for air.

It's still a bit unbelievable.

I couldn’t believe that I would lose, and it would still be at the hands of the same person.

Light footsteps sounded beside him.

Luo Zifeng raised his eyelids.

The boy lowered his eyes slightly and focused on him, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Luo Zifeng felt that his self-esteem had been insulted when he saw the other party acting like a winner. Besides, he was almost dead from exhaustion. Why was this man just sweating and not embarrassed at all?