my goddess school flower

"What are you? Oh, so you admitted that you are a bastard, so since you are a bastard, isn't your father an old bastard?" Wang Ziqiao's resentment was finally relieved at this moment.

"Huh...huh..." Zhang Hai gritted his teeth with hatred, panting like a cow, because he couldn't catch up with Wang Ziqiao and didn't have the strength to curse back, he almost rolled his eyes.

"You bastard, don't hang up yet, you have to wait until I finish scolding you before you die, be obedient, be good!"

After listening to Wang Ziqiao's words, Zhao Zhong and Liu Yu, who had been silent for a long time, were also very depressed, but at this time they secretly rejoiced that it was fortunate that Wang Ziqiao didn't scold themselves, otherwise, they would definitely be ready to die.

But Zhang Hai held his breath, stopped talking, and chased desperately.

Wang Ziqiao was leading the race with ease. Seeing Zhang Hai slowing down, he cursed a few words, and Zhang Hai would grit his teeth and chase after Zhang Hai in a fit of anger...

After repeating this more than a dozen times, Zhang Hai's legs suddenly became weak, and one of them lost his footing and fell to the ground. It took him a long time to get up, and he limped after a few more steps before lying down again.

This time he failed to get up again, and sat on the ground, staring at Prince Joe with eyes full of hatred.

"Grandson, don't compete with grandpa anymore, and don't think about it, how could grandson be the opponent of grandpa?" Wang Ziqiao cursed again.

It wasn't that he was mean, he found that he had suppressed his heart for more than half a year, and finally let go, and he no longer had any fear of everyone including Zhang Hai. Confidence and liveliness also appeared in him again, young The heart of revenge, and occasionally arrogant, made him very willing to humiliate Zhang Hai.

"***, will you wait in the future?" Zhang Hai cursed angrily, and then left the runway.

Seeing this, Liu Yong, who couldn't run anymore, followed Zhang Hai and left.

Wang Ziqiao ignored Zhang Hai and looked at Zhao Zhong instead.

But when Zhao Zhong felt that Wang Ziqiao was looking at him, he hurriedly raised his hand to stop him: "Don't, don't! Wang Ziqiao, I admit that I can't run away from you, and I can't scold you, okay?"

"I don't have any grudges with you, why should I scold you? Why did you get involved just now?" Wang Ziqiao asked curiously.

Zhao Zhong obviously still had physical strength, so he quickened his pace and stood side by side with Wang Ziqiao. He said with a smile, "I want to say a few words to you? You are a good boy. A beautiful woman threw herself into her arms when you first arrived. Tell me quickly, you What have you been doing this month? You don’t want to exercise, do you?”

"You guessed it right!" Wang Ziqiao laughed.

"Why don't we have a competition?" Zhao Zhong flicked his body with his toes while running, obviously he still had energy left.

"Two laps faster you will definitely not have a problem!"

"Then let's bet, a piece of soft China, plus a table of banquets from all over the world in the evening!" Zhao Zhong laughed.

"Deal!" Wang Ziqiao turned around and galloped. With continuous acceleration, he ran faster and faster, just like those long-distance runners in Africa.

This scene shocked the physical education teacher Zhang Qiang.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhong was not angry but happy. He found that this Prince Qiao was indeed not simple. Even if he ran backwards, his figure looked very relaxed. He couldn't help thinking to himself: This kid is getting more and more mysterious!

Those girls had beautiful eyes, especially Xia Tingyu and Su Feifei, who became more and more curious about Wang Ziqiao, which made them believe what Wang Ziqiao said before, that a person's fat, thin, and appearance can be changed through surgery. But a person's physical strength cannot be changed in a short period of time. Without three to five months of hard training, it is impossible to run so fast. With this speed, he should be able to participate in the Olympics.

When Wang Ziqiao finished five laps, Zhao Zhong only finished two and a half laps, and those girls just ran a little more than one lap, and Wang Ziqiao didn't blush or pant, and didn't even break out of sweat. After two kilometers, it was like walking. .

Today he is not wearing a lead vest.

When he was in the mountains, although he didn’t buy lead, and the lead vest and leggings added up to more than 30 kilograms, he added stones to his backpack, one kilogram a day for a month, without a day’s break. It can be said that he is now , carrying more than 100 kilograms of things on his back, he can run freely like ordinary people.

Standing on the side of the playground, Wang Ziqiao looked at the classmates who continued to run as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, he felt something sneaking up on him from behind. Before he could turn around, his arm had already intercepted it.

When he grabbed the object in his hand, he realized it was actually a basketball.

The football field and the basketball field are next to each other. On the basketball field, there are many tall and big students playing basketball, including Zhang Hai. Although he didn't even finish five laps, Zhang Qiang didn't blame him.

"Boy, bring the basketball here!" A short-haired boy in a red basketball uniform shouted to Prince Qiao Gao.

Wang Ziqiao sneered. It was clear that the opponent hit him with the ball on purpose just now, but he didn't break it. He waved his hand suddenly and threw the basketball at the opponent.

As soon as the boy touched the basketball with his hands, he felt a strong force coming from him. His hands were shaken away, and the basketball directly hit his chest.

Bang!

The boy was knocked to the ground, and the basketball bounced into the distance.

The boy gritted his teeth and stood up, roaring: "Boy, did you do it on purpose? You want to die!"

While speaking, he rushed towards Wang Ziqiao, and before he got close, he raised his fist and aimed at Wang Ziqiao's head.

Wang Ziqiao didn't hide at all, he grabbed the boy's fist and prevented the fist from approaching.

The boy was dissatisfied and tried to break free, but failed to withdraw three times. He felt as if his fist was caught by iron claws, and the pain became more and more painful. With the strength of Wang Ziqiao, his arm was forced down Bend, and slowly squat down.

"You? Let go!" The boy knew that he would make a fool of himself if he continued like this, so he hurriedly swung another punch, but in the end he was also caught by Wang Ziqiao.

As soon as Wang Ziqiao put his hands together, the big man fell to his knees and screamed in pain.

"Just like you, you still want to fight me?" Wang Ziqiao snorted coldly, stepped on the other person's chest, and trampled him down.

Seeing this, several other boys playing basketball gathered around and shouted angrily: "Stop it, you kid is courting death!"

Wang Ziqiao stared at him: "Why? Not convinced?"

Almost instantly, Wang Ziqiao seemed to have returned to the time when he was in the deep mountains and old forests. His gaze was as sharp as a wolf, and his whole body exuded the bloodthirsty breath of wild beasts. The six or seven people who gathered up were so frightened that they all backed away, and their momentum suddenly weakened.

Wang Ziqiao snorted coldly, and strode towards the basketball. After picking it up, he looked at the basket again. At this time, he was standing on the center line, holding the basketball with one hand, and with a light wave of his arm, the ball landed on the basket with precision. into the basket, and it is still a hollow ball.

This move shocked all the boys playing basketball.