When Ryoma came back from running around, he saw Xiaocha looking at him with an angelic smile. He couldn't help but raise his alarm. In his opinion, the fact that Xiaocha smiled like this was definitely a conspiracy. He still had a strong male sixth sense. Xiaocha, who was accurate, said with a smile: "Everyone should run a 50-minute lap! The time limit for the main selection lap is 50 seconds, the non-main selection time for the second and third graders is 1 minute and 10 seconds, and there is no time limit for the first grade!"
Long Ma took off his hat, secretly cursing in his mind that he had just finished running, and now he had to run again, and there was still a time limit for each lap.
In an instant, the tennis club burst into mourning, and everyone began to scream.
"It seems very interesting!" The smile on Fuji's face became more and more gentle. Xiaocha knew that he should be careful, otherwise he might be tricked later.
Standing with Qian, they were surrounded by glasses of vegetable juice. Qian picked up the largest cup of quilt and reflected it on the mirror, "The first person who fails to meet the teaching assistant's requirements will drink this big cup!"
The main candidates who turned around immediately broke out in cold sweat and ran forward desperately.
Xiaocha covered her mouth and snickered, looking at Ryoma's petite(?) body following behind, unable to squeeze through the group of tall people in front of her.
Ryoma suddenly picked up the racket at the corner next to him and took it into Kawamura's hand, "Senior, your racket."
Kawamura embarrassedly shook his head, "Thank you."
As soon as he took the racket, a man's volcano erupted
"Come! Burn!" Kawamura squeezed away a group of people around him and rushed forward, with Ryoma running behind him.
Xiaocha shook her head helplessly after seeing it, "Longma is too short."
The man next to him turned to look at Xiaocha, "According to my estimation, your height should be one centimeter shorter than him."
In an instant, a petrified tea seemed to be like this... But why do you say it out loud?
Xiaocha smiled ugly and looked at Qian with a gloomy smile, "Senior Qian, don't you know that boys and girls are different?" Her previous body had already grown to 1.6 meters in the first year of junior high school. Yeah, she's a whole ten centimeters shorter here! If she had her previous figure, her eldest sister would still have a proud curve. Now... She lowered her head and looked at the two small steamed buns on her chest with a little tangle...
After 50 laps, a group of people all drank the vegetable juice. Ryoma leaned on the barbed wire fence and kept panting.
Xiaocha knew that he was very tired, so he couldn't help but started to chatter: "Longma, your speed is still not good enough. You must move fast when playing ball, you know? Also, you need to exercise your physical strength, and you can do it after only fifty laps." You are so tired that you look like this, what should you do when your opponent is about the same strength in future matches?... (The following 1,000 words will be automatically omitted for you)..."
After Xiaocha finished talking, he felt a little thirsty. The next second, Fuji handed a cup to the side and said, "Assistant teacher, take a drink of water first and then continue!"
Xiaocha nodded, took it and sucked it through the straw.
For a moment, she seemed to remember something like this...it seemed to be handed over by Fuji...
vegetable juice!
She just wanted to let go, but because she sucked too hard, the liquid inside had already flowed into her throat.
The cup fell to the ground, and a certain tea fell off beautifully!
Fuji, I am **** you oo! You actually gave me this kind of thing to drink!