Chapter 292 Chattering (Ninth update, please vote for me)

"Are you done yet?" Evelei roared angrily.

"Wait a minute, I'm collecting money. By the way, what's your name?" Chen Zhao took a pen and wrote it down.

"Pete."

"Okay, two hundred dollars, Pete."

"If you lose, you will pay us compensation, right?"

"Of course, with so many of you, I wouldn't dare to refuse to pay, right?"

Chen Zhao had already collected more than a thousand US dollars. Seeing that no one was betting again, he collected the money.

Chen Zhao stepped back thirty meters away, took a running approach, sprinted, and took off.

Chen Zhao's figure drew an arc in mid-air and landed smoothly in the sand pit.

"Seven meters five-one."

Everyone looked at Chen Zhao with dumbfounded eyes and did not move for a long time.

"No, it's impossible, you're cheating." Evelei didn't understand what was going on, and subconsciously felt that Chen Zhao was cheating, but in full view of everyone, it seemed impossible: "You stepped on the line?"

"See for yourself."

The take-off line is painted in white gray, and it is easy to tell whether the jumper has stepped on the line or not.

"It's also possible that you crossed the line." Evelei was still stubborn and unwilling to accept the reality.

"Okay, it's no longer fun to act like this. Let me win."

Bob looked devastated. Lost?

Lost yourself?

He actually lost to an Asian who was fifteen centimeters shorter than him and had an average build?

"Wait...I didn't admit defeat." Bob suddenly shouted: "Since it is a regular competition, then I should have another chance."

Chen Zhao shrugged and made a gesture of invitation: "Please do it."

Chen Zhao was sitting next to him, counting a stack of banknotes.

Everyone wanted to go up and beat Chen Zhao when they saw how cheap he was.

Bob took off again, 7.42 meters, still unable to surpass Chen Zhao's record.

Bob sat in the sandpit and refused to get up.

He was so shocked that the other students had no time to comfort him.

Because everyone was stimulated by Chen Zhao, Chen Zhao finished counting the money and said with a satisfied look on his face: "Not bad, two thousand one hundred and twenty dollars, Eve Lei, thank you."

Evelei gritted her teeth and looked at Chen Zhao, her eyes filled with dangerous red light.

"The second competition is a 10,000-meter long-distance race. Do you dare to come?"

"Is anyone betting?" Chen Zhao asked.

Hearing these words, Evelei felt even more angry.

"Glint, come on."

Grint is a slightly slender black man, but when he takes off his coat, everyone can see his refined muscles.

This is what is called dressing to look thin and taking off to look fat.

"Glint, don't lose to him." Eveleigh shouted.

"Evelay, don't worry, I can't lose to an outsider." As Grint said this, he did not forget to glance at Bob. It seemed that the two of them had a personal grudge.

"How about five thousand meters? Ten thousand meters is too far. I don't even know if I can run ten thousand meters." Chen Zhao said with a troubled face.

"There is no choice. You either stand on the starting line or give in."

"Isn't anyone placing bets? There is no motivation at all." Chen Zhao said listlessly: "And I just finished the long jump and I feel so tired. I need to take a rest. Please wait for me for half an hour."

"Rest for half an hour? Impossible. Get up and run for me now."

"No, I'm tired."

"I bet two thousand dollars." Eveleigh said through gritted teeth.

Chen Zhao got up immediately: "Do the rest of you want to place bets?"

The classmate Peter who lost two hundred dollars before came forward with a slight hesitation: "You will lose this time, right?"

"Please, track and field has always been a weakness for Asians, and do you think I am a professional athlete? I may not even be able to run five thousand meters."

"Okay, I'll put down another two hundred dollars." Peter made a firm decision and took out two hundred dollars.

"So much rain?" Chen Zhao frowned.

"Can not be done?"

"I'm afraid that the money I won just now is not enough to pay the compensation." Chen Zhao said awkwardly.

"I'll bet too."

"I'll bet too, I'll bet a hundred dollars."

Sure enough, these children who have not yet entered society are too naive.

Chen Zhao collected another $1,200 in bets piecemeal.

He took off his coat, pulled up his sleeves, and started doing small activities again.

"Hurry up and get ready, Grint has been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Zhao reluctantly reached the starting line and glanced at Grint: "Hey, let me do what you want later. I won half of the money."

Grint glanced at Chen Zhao with a cold expression: "Don't even think about it."

"It's so boring."

Evelei held the command gun: "Get ready, don't talk."

Evelei really wanted to point her gun at Chen Zhao and shoot him hard in the head.

Bang——

Chen Zhao and Grint started running at the same time, and Chen Zhao and Grint ran side by side. Whatever the speed of Grint, he would follow the same speed.

Grint sneered and ran side by side with him? Don't look at your physical abilities.

Just because you can continue at this speed for the first three kilometers doesn't mean that others can too.

Long-distance running is a sport that tests tactics. If tactics are used well and suit the athletes' own characteristics, they will naturally achieve good results.

And if you use the wrong tactics, you may not even be able to run 10,000 meters.

"Glint, come on!"

"Glint, come on!"

All the students were cheering for Grint.

Grint was even more excited, but after running two laps, he found that Chen Zhao was still following him.

With a thought in mind, I first deceived his physical strength.

Thinking of this, Grint immediately accelerated.

Sure enough, Chen Zhao also immediately sped up to follow.

Grint secretly laughed in his heart, an amateur is an amateur, he was fooled so easily.

If you were a professional athlete, you would never be interfered with by other athletes and change your tactics.

However, after accelerating for three laps, Chen Zhao still clung to Grint and was not thrown away at all.

On the contrary, it was Grint who lost his physical strength because he messed up his running tactics first.

But it doesn't matter, Grint feels that Chen Zhao will not be able to hold on for long.

Maybe in the next lap, or the next lap, he will get tired and lie down.

"Are you tired? Do you want us to stop and take a rest?"

Grint ignored Chen Zhao and spoke at this time, which was simply asking for death.

"Phew...so tired, I feel like I'm about to fall down."

Chen Zhao was still chattering: "Please help me see if my hair is messed up."

Chen Zhao was arranging his hair while running, which made Grint laugh in anger.

"I feel like after two more laps, no, I will fall down in one lap." Chen Zhao's breathing became heavy: "How do you run, and why is your breathing so smooth?"

"Have you been to China? If you have a chance, you must go to China. It is a great place..."

"By the way, I used to watch on TV that during the game, you can drink water during the game, right?"

"That's a marathon." Grint finally couldn't help but said.

"You finally spoke. I thought you were mute."

You are the mute, and your whole family is mute!

Grint ignored Chen Zhao, why didn't this bastard fall down? Didn't he say he would fall down after one more lap?