The crew-cut boy grinned and said, "Let's make a bet, I'll ask that guy later. If he's a Second-level Athlete, you'll treat me to meals for a week. If he's a First-level Athlete, I'll treat you to meals for a week. How about it?"
"That's what you said," the tall and skinny boy sneered, "Ha, you're definitely going to lose this time."
...
At this moment.
Wang Ye, having adjusted to the rhythm of the 100-meter sprint for a while, returned to the starting point, leaned forward, eyes fixed straight ahead, ready to begin his extreme speed test.
His sports watch was taken off, placed in the palm of his left hand, used as a stopwatch.
Although this speed measuring equipment was somewhat rudimentary.
The result should not be too much off.
Wang Ye lifted his waist and hips, his thigh muscles gradually tightening, all the tendons in his body transformed into drawn bowstrings, ready to spring forth instantly!
He silently counted in his heart, "Three, two, one."
"Start!"
Whoosh!!!
