Chapter 20 Can Running Make Money?

Song Kaifeng quickly went downstairs and trotted next to Lin Tian and the others.

"Miss Luo, you were really presumptuous last time. Lin Tian, ​​it's not interesting for me to run alone. Let's try running together?"

Song Kaifeng said.

Luo Bingning frowned: "Song Kaifeng, don't disturb our walk."

Song Kaifeng said quickly: "Miss Luo, in order to express my apology, if Lin Tian and I have a chance to win, he will only win and not lose."

"The track in our community is 800 meters per lap. Lin Tian, ​​let's run five laps. If you are ahead by one second, how about I give you 100 yuan?"

Song Kaifeng sneered in his heart. He often ran, and most people couldn't outrun him. Lin Tian might not even be able to run five laps.

A run can not only reveal Lin Tian's incompetence, but also show himself, which is very good in Song Kaifeng's opinion.

"One hundred yuan a second, so good?"

Lin Tian said with a half-smile.

He used to be an average runner, but now he is a martial arts master. If he goes at full speed, his speed is comparable to that of a tiger.

Isn’t this money picking up?

Song Kai's plump face said sincerely: "I was a little presumptuous last time. I did it to express my apology and to have a running partner."

Luo Bingning pulled Lin Tian's hand.

She knew that Song Kaifeng definitely had no good intentions. Song Kaifeng was definitely good at running, and Lin Tian was more likely to be abused than him.

"Brother Song, five laps is too few and it's not interesting. I usually start running at ten laps. You can run by yourself."

Lin Tian waved his hand and said.

Song Kaifeng wanted to laugh. In his opinion, Lin Tian did not dare to compete and could not even complete five laps. He deliberately said this to hold on in front of Luo Binning.

"Ha ha."

"Lin Tian, ​​it turns out you also like long-distance running?"

"In that case, let's do ten laps! It's still the same. If you're one second ahead of me, how about I give you a hundred dollars?"

Song Kaifeng looked like he had met his confidant.

Luo Bingning hugged Lin Tian's arm: "My dear, don't compete with him. Even if you are five minutes ahead, it will only be three hundred seconds."

"It's only thirty thousand yuan. We don't need to make this small amount of money."

Song Kaifeng was furious.

Luo Bingning hugged Lin Tian's arm, and there was a soft spot that almost touched Lin Tian's arm. In his eyes, Luo Bingning belonged to him from now on.

"That's what Miss Luo said."

"You only get 30,000 yuan for a five-minute lead. It's really just a small amount of money. In this case, a thousand yuan for one second is enough."

"Lin Tian, ​​if you can beat me by five minutes, you will have 300,000 yuan."

Song Kaifeng said with a smile, as if three hundred thousand was not even money.

In fact, he didn't think Lin Tian could win at all.

In this case, what's the difference between a hundred and a thousand? He mentioned that Lin Tian didn't dare to mention a thousand, which was equivalent to Lin Tian saying that he couldn't do it.

"Bing Ning, he said so. If I don't compete with him, it will appear that I am afraid of him. Don't worry, I will definitely win."

Lin Tian smiled and said, "Brother Song, you won't break your promise, right?"

Song Kaifeng said grandly: "Lin Tian, ​​don't worry, as long as you win, one thousand yuan per second will definitely not miss you a point."

"Miss Luo testifies!"

Lin Tian nodded: "Then let's start now? Bing Ning, go over there and sit down and rest. It won't take long after ten laps."

Luo Bingning: "..."

There are eight kilometers in ten laps. If you lack exercise, it is definitely not easy for ordinary people to run eight kilometers.

"Um."

Luo Bingning sat down on the wooden chair next to him.

Since Lin Tian insisted, it was hard for her to object.

"Lin Tian, ​​let's start with a little stretching?"

Song Kaifeng said.

Lin Tian shook his head: "What about stretching? Let's just start."

Song Kaifeng sneered in his heart. He didn't have the habit of stretching before long-distance running. He estimated that Lin Tianping had never run long-distance at all.

"If I don't exceed you for ten minutes, my surname will not be Song!"

Song Kaifeng thought to himself.

"Miss Luo, my mother is also walking. I'll call her over. I'll ask you and my mother to time us later."

Song Kaifeng smiled at Luo Binning.

He was sure to finish the eight kilometers in thirty-five minutes, which was considered a pretty good speed among amateur runners.

Soon Song Kaifeng called his mother Wang Xianglian over.

"start!"

Luo Bingning and Wang Xianglian pressed the stopwatch on their mobile phones at the same time.

Song Kaifeng and Lin Tian rushed out.

Lin Tian immediately surpassed Song Kaifeng by several meters.

"Are you stupid? This is a long-distance race, not a sprint!"

Looking at Lin Tian's back, Song Kaifeng had a mocking look in his eyes.

Luo Bingning sighed secretly.

She also knew that Lin Tian's speed was too fast for long-distance running, and he would soon be exhausted and unable to support himself.

"call!"

It didn't take long for Lin Tian to finish the first lap, and his figure rushed past Luo Bingning, still very fast.

"One minute and fifty seconds."

"So fast."

Luo Bingning's eyes showed surprise, and she quickly checked online. This speed reached the national first-class athlete standard.

"Lin Tian doesn't look very strong, but his physical fitness is quite good."

Luo Bingning murmured in her heart.

Wang Xianglian said: "Bing Ning, Lin Tian runs very fast, but they are running long-distance races, not sprints. It is not wise for him to do this."

"Aunt Wang, sprinting so fast is quite impressive."

Luo Bingning smiled.

Just under four minutes, Song Kaifeng completed the first lap. At this time, Lin Tian also finished the second lap. The second lap took two minutes.

"How is that possible?"

Song Kaifeng's face didn't look good.

He just ran a lap, and Lin Tian actually pulled him around for a full lap.

Luo Bingning's beautiful eyes lit up.

Lin Tian also reached the first-class athlete standard for 1,600 meters.

Even if he rushed hard at the beginning and couldn't hold on at the end, it was still amazing that Lin Tian could run such a result in the first 1,600 meters.

Three laps, four laps, five laps...

After running ten laps, Lin Tian deliberately stopped panting.

"Twenty-two minutes and thirty-five seconds."

Luo Bingning pressed the stopwatch and showed it to Wang Xianglian.

Wang Xianglian's face was a little ugly.

Song Kaifeng had only finished six laps, and the remaining four laps would take more than ten minutes.

"Bingning, I'll walk around to relax."

Lin Tian deliberately walked forward panting.

"Auntie Wang, I didn't expect Lin Tian to be so physically fit. Song Kaifeng has to work harder. One second is worth one thousand yuan."

Luo Bingning said with a smile.

Wang Xianglian: "..."

She didn't expect her son to lose, and lose so badly.

"Huh, huh!"

Fourteen minutes passed, and Song Kaifeng had just finished ten laps. Affected by Lin Tian's rhythm, his speed was a little slower than usual.

"36 minutes and 47 seconds."

"Lin Tian is 22 minutes and 35 seconds, 14 minutes and 12 seconds faster."

Luo Bingning smiled.

Song Kaifeng's face was dark, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. His results were actually okay, but compared to that, they were scum.

"Son, it's just a few hundred thousand, a small amount of money."

Wang Xianglian smiled and said, "But it should be a huge sum of money for Lin Tian, ​​we can't lose him."

Song Kaifeng nodded.

Wang Xianglian had just asked Lin Tian for his bank card number, and soon she transferred 852,000 yuan to Lin Tian.

This amount of money was not a small amount for her, but it was not a big problem to take it out, and their face was more than this amount of money.

And if this money was not given, Song Kaifeng and Luo Bingning would definitely have no chance.

"Auntie Wang, then we will leave first."

Luo Bingning smiled.

Soon, Lin Tian and Luo Bingning left hand in hand. Song Kaifeng's eyes seemed to be spitting fire. This loss was a big loss.

"Son, every failure makes you wiser. If you want to target a certain person or a certain company in the future, you must find out clearly."

Wang Xianglian said in a deep voice.

Song Kaifeng was extremely annoyed: "I haven't seen him running these two days. I didn't expect him to be so abnormal in this aspect. Damn!"