The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

The staff at camera No. 1 secretly filmed.

Maybe he was too nervous, and there was a lot of sweat on his forehead, but he didn't hear the director's scolding despite being on tenterhooks for a long time.

Isn't the director here? Or did you tacitly allow him to do this?

The staff was overjoyed, and now directly controlled the camera to focus on Mu Changying.

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At the end of the warm-up, the referee in overalls waved the small flag in his hand and told everyone to take their places.

The originally loose athletes came to their own track.

Each of them looked serious, with a desire for victory in their eyes.

Huang Xiyue glanced sideways at Mu Changying on the track, and raised a contemptuous smile at the corner of her mouth, "Tsk..."

She didn't take this kind of delicate girl seriously at all, and she was determined to win the first place this time.

Mu Changying noticed the unkind gaze, turned her head and met Huang Xiyue's eyes, "Compete, compete, work hard."

The curve of the corners of her mouth deepened, and her eyes were curved and watery, which made people feel good.

In the eyes of outsiders, this smile is beautiful, but in Huang Xiyue's eyes, it is Chi Guoguo's provocation!

She took a deep breath and murmured in a low voice, "Little bitch, I will definitely win."

"preparation!"

The referee standing aside gave the order and raised the starting gun in his hand and pointed it into the air.

"boom--"

"run!"

The starting gun was tilted at 45 degrees, and he pulled the trigger with his finger and fired the bullet!

With the sound of a gunshot, the girls on the track started to run.

Because it is a women's 3,000-meter long-distance race, many contestants conserved their energy at the beginning and did not rush forward desperately.

But...there are always exceptions.

Looking up, he saw that the petite girl far ahead of the group of people was Mu Changying.

She pushed her feet hard and rushed to the front. It looked like she was mistaking a long-distance run for a sprint.

The girl has a porcelain face, her hair tied into a ponytail swaying when the breeze blows, and her long, white legs without a trace of excess fat are dazzlingly white when she runs.

Although beauty is beautiful, the focus of everyone's attention at the moment is not on appearance.

"God is indeed fair. He gave this girl a beautiful appearance but not a brain."

"This is a three-thousand-meter long-distance race. If she continues at this speed, she will soon run out of energy."

"This girl in Qingjin's competition is not good. Is she just here to kill someone?"

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The students from other schools in the audience were talking a lot, and the students from Qingjin's main school felt heartbroken, their faces turned red and blue, it was particularly exciting.

Damn it, if this girl wasn't good enough, she would just be a vase. What does it mean to steal the show in this way?

There was a lot of discussion at the table, but Mu Changying did not slow down on the track.

She leaned forward to gather strength with her feet, swinging her arms naturally, and let out a sigh, "Well... tsk tsk tsk, this discussion is a bit too loud."

It is taboo to speak suddenly when running with energy, because this will consume a lot of energy.

But even if Mu Changying puffed up his cheeks and complained, the speed of his feet did not slow down, and there was still no trace of flushing on his porcelain-white face.

She stared straight ahead and suddenly charged up her feet again and ran as fast as she could!

The summer breeze blew over her body, dissipating the heat, and her clear watery eyes glowed with dazzling light.

The distance between Mu Changying and the other nine athletes is getting farther and farther, which makes the few people who are lagging behind gradually feel a little anxious.