Strengthening and Upgrading the Opening God-level Options

Xu Kang's group is the most concerned, and they are the favorites to win the championship. On the other hand, Class One (3) is not favored by anyone, because in this round of qualifiers, except for Class One (3), the other players are all seniors. , and the strength is not bad.

"Grade one (3) class, come on, senior one (3) class, come on, fight for the first place."

The people in class one (3) of high school shouted loudly one after another. As a backup team, they must not be weak in momentum.

"The support team of Class One (3) is quite good, but it's a pity that this contestant is not very good."

"Isn't it? Except for that Zhao Qiang who has some strength, everyone else is too ordinary."

"Although Ye Xuan is very good at studies, I don't think he is good at sports. There is no one in class one (3) of high school."

The people who watched the game started discussing one after another. In their opinion, the elimination of Class 1 (3) is a certainty.

"What are you talking about, our brother Ye is very powerful, killing others in seconds."

"Ye Xuan is amazing, brother, don't be joking, don't blame me for my poisonous tongue, this Ye Xuan is not the material for that sports at all, don't get tired and collapse in the middle of the run."

"That's right, no matter how good Ye Xuan is, he's still good at studying. There's really nothing to say about being good at sports."

"I think so too, anyway, Ye Xuan is doomed."

"Fugui, don't quarrel with them. Anyway, they say what they say. Brother Ye will definitely slap them in the face with his strength in a while. Then it's time for us to fight back."

"That's right, that's right, I think so too. In short, let's focus on cheering Brother Ye and the others."

Wang Fugui nodded, and then organized another round of cheering.

At this time, the referee had come to the starting line, and he raised the command gun high.

With a sound of "bang", the competition started, and the top players rushed forward one after another. There was a deafening sound at the scene, and everyone stared at the players in the field intently.

The first bat of Class One (3) fell behind other classes from the very beginning. From the perspective of explosive power and physical fitness, other classes are indeed better. This also makes those who are not optimistic about Class One (3) even more embarrassing stand up.

"How about it? Let me say that Class One (3) has no chance. It's only a few meters behind the first bat, and the distance is still widening. The disadvantage is too obvious."

"Yeah, I still want to compete with Xu Kang and the others at this speed. I think this round of senior one (3) class will definitely be eliminated."

"Don't worry, there won't be any miracles, Class One (3) is destined to be eliminated."

Liu Yiyi and others watched the game on the field, and they became very nervous, especially when they saw that their class was behind, they were very anxious.

"Come on, come on, come on!"

The girls in class one (3) of high school shouted loudly. They all hoped that their class would win.

"Fugui, to be honest, the gap in the first bar is really obvious. We are already five meters behind others. The situation is not good if this continues."

"That's right, we are the first graders in our class, and the others are all seniors, and there are also sports students. There is no comparison at all. It's too unfair to us."

"Yeah, this model is very unfair to our senior one (3) class."

Some students in class one (3) of high school complained one after another.

"What are you talking about? This is just the beginning. The second blow is Zhao Qiang. Zhao Qiang's strength is not weak. He will definitely recover from the disadvantage."

"And our last stick is Brother Ye. This stick is in the hands of Brother Ye. As long as the gap is not too big, we still have hope. Who is Brother Ye, a genius." Wang Fugui cheered up.

Soon the first run was over. At this time, Class One (3) of Senior High was lagging behind other classes, and Zhao Qiang immediately started running as soon as he received the stick.

I have to say that Zhao Qiang's strength is quite good, the frequency and range of his legs running are very powerful, his whole body is like a small motor, full of horsepower.

Zhao Qiang recovered three meters in one fell swoop, the current gap is not too big, as long as the third rod can maintain such a gap, and it is basically no problem in the hands of the fourth rod, Ye Xuan.

"If you see it, if you see it, I say that Zhao Qiang will definitely recover the disadvantage. Now that the gap is very small, we definitely have a chance." Wang Fugui shouted excitedly.

The others also became excited along with Wang Fugui. Liu Yiyi and the others had excited expressions on their faces, and they clasped their hands tightly, as if they were praying for something.

Soon the second shot was over, and it was the turn of the third shot. The gap was opened by another meter, but this was not a distance that could not be recovered.

Ye Xuan was doing warm-up exercises on the fourth runway. He had a calm face and was not worried at all. As long as the baton can be passed to him smoothly, he will take care of the rest.

"Ye Xuan, take a look at the third bat in your class. Now it's the last one. If it's the fourth bat, the gap will be so big."

"Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan, why do you think you don't have any self-knowledge, you insist on betting with me that no one can stop you, you can't be persuaded." Xu Kang satirized.

"Have we lost? It's only the third shot now, even if we are a little behind, I will recover this disadvantage in a while."

"I'll overtake you like lightning."

"Ha ha……"

Competitors on other tracks laughed as soon as they heard it.

"Ye Xuan, you are too arrogant, don't talk about Xu Kang, just talk about us, which one of us will be worse than you?"

"That's right, I can't compare with Xu Kang, but I'm more than enough than you."

"Your senior one (3) class is destined to be eliminated in the first round."

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, he was still doing warm-up exercises calmly, he did it for a purpose.

"Ding! The host warms up, run fast +1..."

"Ding! The host warms up, run fast +1..."

"Ding! Trigger the intermediate sprint."

Everything is ready, only the baton is needed. Once the baton is passed to Ye Xuan, he will definitely catch up with the gap. As for whether he is the first in the qualifiers, he doesn't care, as long as he enters the top three and is ahead of Xu Kang That's it.

At this time, the third leg has run more than half of the race schedule, and it will soon be the turn of the fourth leg to run. The sound of the scene has become louder than before, and everyone is very excited and excited.

"Class one (3) is out of the game, you see who is the fourth one, they are much stronger than Ye Xuan."

"It's needless to say, unless someone else has an accident, otherwise, the first (3) class of senior high school must be at the bottom."

"The possibility of an accident happening at this time is very slim. Xu Kang must have won the first place."