In the baton area, the sixth person in charge of the School of Economics and Management is a short-haired girl with a medium figure and very well-proportioned body without any fat on her body.

The short-haired girl likes sports very much. She has participated in various sprint competitions such as marathons, 800 meters, 400 meters, and 100 meters. She is very strong and is the finale.

But now, Liu Yong has already run halfway, and An Youwei has not arrived at the battery area yet, and the winner is destined.

"Oh, how could this An Youwei be? She lost her links at a critical moment. If it weren't for her mistakes, we could still fight and maybe we could win? But now, we don't have to run away - we will definitely lose!"

"Hmph, this An Youwei is just showing off her power and asking us to retreat! She is so angry!"

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A few girls complained that they set the pace here and pushed all the blame on An Youwei.

"Are you blind? Didn't you see Wang Yun deliberately pushing Youwei down?"

The short-haired girl in charge of the sixth rod frowned and couldn't see it anymore. She shouted coldly: "It's not your fault for Youwei, if you want to blame it, it's just a bit strange - Wang Yun is too scheming. Using the rules of the game, this kind of physical contact is inevitable. Even if the referee sees it, he can't say anything!"

"Haha, what's the point of saying this now? You're different from losing? You're leaving, you're leaving, don't look at it anymore, don't show your shame here!"
Chapter completed!