Power Instructor

Ling Chi looked at Chen Turing, who was advancing with him, and smiled bitterly: "Chen Turing, the teacher is just running here. Isn't it bothering you?"

Chen Turing snorted: "You just run, what's the matter with you wearing leather shoes, trousers and white shirt?"

Ling Chi asked back, "It seems that there is no rule that prohibits running people from wearing leather shoes, trousers and white shirts, right?"

"There are no rules, but I just think you are pretending."

"..."

Facing Chen Turing’s verbal attack, Ling Chi was uncomfortable. He proudly said: "Chen Turing, I don’t like to hear what you say. I am not pretending to be a force. This is a demonstration of absolute strength, right? "

"What strength?"

"I have super physical fitness. I have run twelve laps, but even so, I wear this kind of clothes, if we run again, I can beat you."

"boast."

"Don't believe it?"

Chen Turing's eyes turned for a while, as if he was making some horrible idea, and then said to Ling Chi: "Okay, then we will be more than twenty laps and see who has better physical fitness."

"Compared."

"Of course, just the game is boring. Let's add some sweetness. If I lose, I will call you the boss. If you lose, I will call me the boss. How about?"

"amount?"

Ling Chi looked at Chen Turing’s ghostly look and naturally knew what she was playing. She was her teacher. It didn’t matter if she called herself the boss, but if she called her boss, then she would be in Mulan. There is nowhere to stand in middle school, and sooner or later she will have to roll the bed and fuck, anyway, she still wants to drive her away!

But Ling Chi said: "It's okay to call you the boss if I lose, but every time you see me if you lose, you have to respectfully call me an instructor."

"Okay, it's a deal."

"One word...hey, how can you steal a walk?"

Ling Chi hadn't finished speaking yet, Chen Turing, the little girl, had already ran out. Ling Chi laughed bitterly and ran forward, but it was different from Chen Turing's rushing wind. Ling Chi said whether he was fast or slow, and he ran forward at a very uniform speed.

"Ah, is that instructor going to play against Chen Turing?"

"I heard that Chen Turing also lost to him yesterday, this time Chen Turing won't have to lose?"

"I think Chen Turing will win. Do you think she is leading by half a lap, and have you all forgotten? Wang Xue and Chen Turing, who won the championship in long-distance running on behalf of the school, both lost. Today, the instructor will lose. ."

Many girls who came to the playground for morning exercises talked a lot about this situation, but they all agreed on this, that is, Chen Turing would definitely be able to win Ling Chi, and then the instructor would be unlucky.

After a while, Chen Turing's advantage became more and more obvious, and there was already a gap between the two.

Chen Turing walked past Ling Chi and said proudly: "Or you can give up, it won't be too shameful."

"I'm not ashamed now?" Ling Chi said flatly.

"It's shameful next."

After Chen Turing left such a sentence, he accelerated again, and the distance from Ling Chi became farther and farther. Then the gap between the two changed from one lap to two laps, and then from two laps to three laps. At this time, Chen Turing had already run 13 laps, and Ling Chi had only 10 laps. The girls onlookers were even more sure that Ling Chi would definitely lose.

In the process, Chen Turing would taunt every time he passed Ling Chi.

For the third time, Chen Turing was also tired and could no longer accelerate. He just wanted to continue to open the distance between Ling Chi at a constant speed, but at this time Ling Chi smiled at Chen Turing: "Chen Turing, I should speed up next."

"Ok?"

Chen Turing was so tired that he didn't want to speak at this time. Seeing Ling Chi finished speaking such a thing, he actually started to accelerate, and then he began to slowly shorten the distance he fell.

"Look, he started to accelerate."

"Oh my God, at such a fast speed, you can be exhausted by running a lap, right?"

"He wants to overtake Chen Turing, but this way is obviously silly."

Almost everyone felt that it was a stupid behavior for Ling Chi to accelerate in such a tired state, and it would certainly not last long, so they were generally not optimistic about Ling Chi.

Of course, there are some **** girls who think that handsome Ling Chi will win.

In this way, Ling Chi speeded up to catch up, chasing one lap on the fifteenth lap and another lap on the seventeenth lap. On the nineteenth lap, the two again walked at the same starting point.

"Isn't it? Really catching up?"

"The fitness of this instructor is terrible."

The onlookers were all taken aback by Ling Chi's performance. No one expected that he would actually recover three laps at such an astonishing speed, leaving the last lap. At this time, both of them seemed to have entered. In a very tired period, the victory or defeat depends on who can persist until the end.

"you lose!"

When Ling Chi came to Chen Turing again, he smiled and said to Chen Turing, not to mention how irritating he was. But Chen Turing also laughed. She said coldly: "You are wrong. I ran down these six laps. Why do you think I was evened by you? That's because I'm accumulating energy. Next, I can Speed ​​up, and you can’t."

With a "suck", Chen Turing actually accelerated, and he was able to accelerate even after running 19 laps, and the wind-like speed was really impressive.

"what?"

"So fast, so terrible!"

Chen Turing could hear the people around her exclaiming, and she became more proud of herself. She deliberately saved her stamina to make Ling Chi show a big ugly in the last lap. Then the big vengeance that she lost to Ling Chi yesterday would be retributed. .

But when Chen Turing was so proud, she felt a gust of wind around her, and the scene in front of her directly made her dumbfounded, Ling Chi was accelerating, and the speed was like a cheetah. Just in the blink of an eye, he had already opened a distance with Chen Turing. Chen Turing desperately chased him, but after all he watched Ling Chi run to the finish line.

Chen Turing is a regret, entanglement, this **** hastened to catch up for three laps, and it’s fine. In the last lap, he was able to have such crazy explosive power. This guy is like a monster, making Chen Turing completely unpredictable. Not transparent!

"boom!"

Angrily, Chen Turing suddenly leaned forward, and then the whole person fell forward. This time Ling Chi was unable to save the near fire, so she could only watch her head down on the runway.

"what?!"

Everyone exclaimed. No one thought that Chen Turing would lose, and he would lose so embarrassedly. This is beyond everyone's expectations ####