"It's good that you understand. You really don't want to rest? Can you continue walking?" Lu Xin asked uneasily, "Tell us if you're not feeling well. The instructor told us to take care of patients like you."
Patient? She's not sick at all! Not sick!
Cursing in her heart, Ye Ying suddenly had the feeling that she shot herself in the foot. She also grew up in the village. If not for this heart disease, there was no need for her to put on an act every day.
Now, when she wanted to impress her instructors and classmates and show them how good she was, she couldn't do anything in the end because of this heart disease!
During Ye Ying's unwillingness, the last five kilometers became shorter and shorter. The instructor shouted for them to sprint, and those in front began to do so towards the meeting place.
There were arrow signs along the way, showing them the direction of the meeting place.
Ye Jian informed the instructor, "Then I'll make a move first and wait for my classmates at the meeting point."
"Sure, make sure to plant the victory flag at Class One's camp!" The instructor was happy that his students were the first ones to reach the meeting place and smiled at Ye Jian, "Wait for me to bring them there!"
It was like telling his comrade that he would return triumphantly!
Ye Jian naturally reached out and gave him a high-five, "Persevere!" Such a cool and soldier-like action didn't seem weird when Ye Jian did it.
Watching Ye Jian striding away and gradually trotting, she shook off the other boys and disappeared after making a turn.
"Grade Eleven-Class One! Come on! Your comrade Ye Jian has already sprinted over. Is there any man that dares to compete with Ye Jian?" Ye Jian being the first would undoubtedly spur her classmates and boost morale. Countless voices roared loudly, "Grade Eleven-Class One! Come on!
Keep fighting and don't fall behind, go!"
When the first person sprinted, a second one followed.
The students who made the sprint were not only from Class One. There were other students from Grade Eleven, and boys from Grade Twelve also started to sprint forward.
"The instructor said that Ye Jian has sprinted forward. F**k! If she's the first, we would lose our dignity as boys!"
"We don't have a choice. She's good! She's good at everything."
"Yang Heng, come on. It's now on you to save the face of the Grade Twelve students! Those from the sports specialty, did you not eat your lunch? Run faster."
"Zhang Bin! Come on! You're our hope!"
Lu Xin saw that students from other classes were starting to sprint and he was still lingering here as the class leader, and couldn't help but succumb to the pressure, "Damn, they are all sprinting. I have to sprint too!"
Ye Ying watched as her classmates were all brought away by Ye Jian. Everyone was willing to do so and follow her example. Her blood was boiling as she heard Lu Xin say, "Ye Ying, I have to sprint too. You don't have to do that. Just walk and rest, wait for the sweeper bus to pick you up."
Finishing his sentence, he immediately found a spot to sit down and rest, "Sit here, sit here. Hold on to your bottle and medicated oil. Don't run around. Although there's an instructor secretly protecting you, we can't always trouble them."