"Master, did we go the wrong way?" Hong Hai'er was also puzzled.
Fang Zheng thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Probably not... We don't know the road, but they do. They are all behind us, so they must be running right. Keep running."
"Oh, okay..." Hong Hai'er felt that what Fang Zheng said made sense and nodded.
So Fang Zheng and Hong Hai'er led a group of people to run further and further down the wrong road...
After Hughes ran two laps on the originally planned road to make sure there was really no one, he started looking for him on various side roads. However, there were too many side roads and he couldn't find anyone for a while.
Four hours later, the sun was setting in the west...
"It seems we can't wait for them any longer." Weir put down the water glass and sighed.
As soon as the words were finished, someone was heard exclaiming: "Someone appeared on the runway! No, there are many people!"
When Weir heard this, his old face turned red. He had been slapped a lot today.
Following that shout, the referees and spectators, who originally looked frustrated and thought they were going to become a joke to the whole world, stretched their necks and looked over. Sure enough, someone appeared! But why was it a lame person? And only one person?
Wildao: "Could it be that the staff went the wrong way?"
After saying that, Weir saw a large group of people appearing behind the boy. Even a fool would know that those people were definitely coming to participate in the marathon! At that moment, Weir really wanted to slap his mouth twice.
A slap...
Malvais patted him on the shoulder and said, "If there's nothing wrong, just stop talking."
Mr. Weir's face turned red...
Malvais clapped his hands and shouted: "Well, I don't know why our athletes have gone, but at least we still have athletes...well, although they don't look like athletes at all."
Everyone nodded slightly, but there was nothing they could do. This group of people was either a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds, a girl in a short skirt, or an old man over 150 years old... There were also people who picked up children and were being beaten and dragged and carried.
…
They have been referees all their lives. They have seen this combination before the start of the game at most, but they have never seen this position at the end!
"Could these guys come in a group and take a bus, right?" someone murmured.
"Don't be ridiculous, there were people walking around the track looking for people a long time ago. If they dared to drive a bus here, the organizing committee would have gone crazy."
"Yes... but these guys are definitely the best in marathon history..." The man wanted to say something funny, but he looked at those people who looked like they were about to die from exhaustion, but they were still running hard. Although they were running fast
It's very slow, but for their physical fitness, it is a miracle that each of them is alive!
So, the man changed his words and said: "This is the most manly marathon."
"If I knew it was a marathon like this, I would have participated."
"Huh? They seem to be shouting something."
"Yes, they all seemed to be shouting something to the child. Go and listen up close."
…
"Come on! Ace! Come on! You can do it!" Ace's father could no longer shout, but he still shouted loudly with his hoarse voice and red eyes.
Ace had already seen the red line of the finish line and roared loudly to encourage himself.
The people behind them were already so tired that they were about to collapse, but after seeing the finish line, they were all pumped up. One by one, they mustered up their strength and ran, shouting: "Ace! Hurry!"
Look! The finish line!”
"Ace, we are really going to succeed! We're just close!" Big Fatty Brunson laughed loudly; "After crossing the finish line, how about I buy you a drink?"
"Bronson, you can't do this, you will spoil the children. Why don't you invite us!" Old Man Crewe shouted.
Brunson chuckled and said: "Okay, tonight, if you don't come back from the bar until you get drunk, I'll treat you!"
"Brouson, I find you are particularly handsome today!"
"Thank you... But today's protagonist is our Aisen. Come on, let's all cheer for Aisen!"
"Ace, come on! It's the final sprint!"
"come on!"
"come on!"
…
While running, everyone shouted...
Running is slow, and shouting lacks some strength, but some things are fast.
That's how fast stories are delivered!
When Ace's story came here, all the audience present were shocked and excited! A boy who could barely stand up in a car accident, relied on his own perseverance, and finally stood up and walked slowly after hard training
. But today, he came to participate in the marathon! And he almost finished it successfully!
"A miracle! This is simply a miracle!" Many people exclaimed.
"Everyone, you should know the story of Ace, but who knows the story of old Ace? The one with red eyes, pulling his neck, and using a hoarse voice to encourage Ace is Ace's father. He was in a car accident.
He lost his wife and became blind in one eye. But he kept encouraging Ace to stand up. Today, Ace stood up! Ace not only stood up, he ran! Brothers, give it to Ace, give it to Ace
Come on, Si's father!" Malvais suddenly picked up the microphone and shouted to the audience.
"Ace! Ace!"
"Ace!"
"Ace!"
The whole place burst into loud shouts, and Ace was everywhere!
Ace listened to these voices, looked at these cheering little faces, and felt the encouragement of everyone in the audience... He cried... he tried his best to grin and cried with a smile!
Ace waved his arms, wanting to say hello...
But old Ace shouted: "Ace! You are not an athlete, you are not a star, they are shouting for your strength, not for other reasons! You are not qualified to respond to them now, because you have not reached the point yet! Ai
Si, go create a miracle, cross the finish line, and then welcome your glory like a hero! Go!"
When Ace heard this, he put down his arms, nodded hard and shouted: "Yeah..."
At that moment, Ace seemed to clearly feel the existence of his right leg. It was no longer the vague feeling. Try harder, harder, harder!
Click...
Click!
The metal bracket supporting the leg broke and collapsed!
At that moment, everyone who shouted was startled. Is Little Ace going to fall? Is Little Ace's miracle going to end here?
As soon as this idea came up, everyone saw that little Ace was like a flying man breaking free from his shackles, suddenly speeding up and running faster and faster! He was like a bird out of its cage, completely forgetting everything, shouting excitedly,
Running...
"Ace!"
"Ace!"
The shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami sounded again, and the whole place was boiling!
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