"Yes, Lin Haoran is confused. I admit that he is good at fighting, but running and fighting are not the same thing."

"Hey, there's another good show."

...

Everyone is not optimistic about Lin Haoran, and they all think that Lin Haoran's current behavior is a suicide.

I have never trained specifically, and compared with other professional athletes, there is no comparison at all.

At this time, Mu Qingyu in the crowd also learned about the situation in front of him and trotted over anxiously.

Seeing Mu Qingyu's appearance, Wang Xiang and his eyes lit up.

What a beautiful girl! She is indeed a school beauty level figure!

"Lin Haoran, do you want to compete with them for a 100-meter sprint?" Mu Qingyu looked at Lin Haoran anxiously.

As an old student at Qingyang International, she certainly has also heard of the reputation of Wang Xiang, a group of professional athletes.

"Don't! Wang Xiang's last 100-meter sprint time was 9.88 seconds, which was already at the Olympic level, and you can't compare to him."

Although Lin Haoran's image in her heart has always been very mysterious, she also did not believe that Lin Haoran could outperform Wang Xiang in the 100-meter sprint.

This result is amazing in nine seconds and eighty seconds.

The world record is only nine seconds and five eight seconds, which is definitely the top athlete level.
Chapter completed!