The starting gun was just raised, and the first runners were already in ready position. At the sound of the gun, wisps of white smoke rose. Scattered cheers erupted from the grounds.
"The first leg looks pretty evenly matched," the first runners on both sides, whether in size or speed, seemed to be on the same level. It's only that Zhang Fangxiao's group's first runner took off slightly faster, thus leading by a body length.
"How much time did that leg take?" Lu Xun suddenly asked. Ren Minghang only then stopped his watch, looking awkwardly at the time showing; he had just... spaced out.
The military uniform that looked like a black bat's wings was tied around Xia You's waist, her slender legs swinging in the loose pants. Compared to Zhang Fangxiao, who had a tense expression on her face, Xia You looked very casual. Her long hair was even blacker under the sunlight, and when the wind blew, a faint scent of shampoo wafted through the air.
