Xi Linghe is desperately chasing from behind.
Tianmiao is like the wind; she envies this freedom, wanting to run like this, leaving everything behind.
When all the girls started their second lap, Tianmiao was already half a lap from the finish line.
"Ah, my goddess is indeed strong." Wei Ling stared dreamily at Tianmiao, who was about to reach the finish line, mumbling to himself.
The gym teacher excitedly stopped the stopwatch: "Tianmiao, you've broken the school record. You must participate when the sports meet comes around."
"Ah, sure." Tianmiao smiled, her breath calm.
"Also, you seem, not tired at all?" The teacher looked at Tianmiao's smooth breathing, incredulously asking.
"Hmm, not tired." Tianmiao nodded.
The teacher's mouth gaped open, unsure what to say.
"Tianmiao, are you tired? Do you want to drink some water?" Wei Ling had already stepped forward, holding a bottle of mineral water, asking eagerly.
