Rebirth of the Revenge Queen novel Chapter 62

The contestants in the competition stood up.

"Let's go!" Cathy moved her wrists and ankles.

"Huff ..." Daisy took a few deep breaths nervously.

"As long as you do your best." Emily patted Daisy's shoulder and said.

"Right." Daisy nodded. In any case, they had already trained diligently, and they had researched quite a few techniques, so they might as well listen to fate!

When they walked towards the arena, Wendy smiled and chased after them, saying, "Um ... I'll run the last bit. "

"You?" Cathy looked up and down at Wendy with an expression of distrust, "Are you sure you can do it?"

Their original plan was to let Daisy run the last strike, because Daisy was the fastest one among them. Her explosive strength was strong enough, so she had better run the last strike.

"I wasn't there when you guys practiced, so I won't trouble you guys with the last swing. I even joined the school track team when I was in high school." Wendy was confident in her own running skills, and was ranked quite well in middle school. Although she hadn't practiced for a long time, running a 100 m sprint shouldn't be too much of a problem.

"Is that so ..." Daisy hesitated for a bit. In fact, she also felt that it wasn't right for her to run away for the last time. Because if she let someone who was more confident run away, the result might be even better. Right now, she was so nervous that her calves were shaking, but she really didn't know if she could perform at her original level.

"Tsk." Emily pouted. If possible, she really wished that they could run the entire distance, even if she had to run 200 years by herself. At most, they could just hurry up and leave.

"That's the only way." Cathy frowned. This was the first time she participated in a group of campus activities with her friends, so she didn't want to leave a stain like Wendy in her memory.

"Then I'll be the first, Cathy the second and Emily the third." Daisy made arrangements and said, "Wendy's fourth move."

"Then that's it." Cathy and Emily nodded, and everyone started to walk towards the competition grounds.

As they despised her so much, Wendy nearly bit her lips until they shattered. Where did she not become the center of attention? These three deserve to die!

Wasn't it just receiving force? She's still not running! When Emily offered her the baton, she would let go on purpose. When the time came, she would pick them up a little slower and kill these bastards off! The more they cared, the more she wanted to drag them down and see what they could do!

Just as they were walking into the competition grounds, Emily suddenly called out to Wendy, "Wendy, come over here!"

"Eh?" Did Wendy take the initiative to call her? What did that mean? She walked over with a skeptical face and asked, "Is there something you need?"

"When teacher Peter tells me about the final strike, the school newspaper will come over and take a picture of the contestants. Don't say that this class monitor is not taking care of you." Emily reached out in a merciful manner, "Play with your hair, and be more careful when receiving the baton. Leave behind a better picture, maybe you can use it as the cover for the school newspaper." After saying that, Emily sighed, "I had wanted to give my best friend a chance, eh ... "It's all yours now."

"Quick, quick, quick ..." Cathy seemed to have ran out of the fastest speed she had ever had since birth. When she handed the baton to Emily, Grade One Class B was ranked second, and after Emily received the baton, she ran towards her with all her might. At this time, the results had only remained in third place, and at the same time, she was chasing after the second place, which was also a long distance away from the fourth place.

After receiving the baton, how could Wendy dare to pretend that she was unable to hold it back anymore? She used all of her strength to run. After the third grade, she no longer ran anymore. Who knew that she would regress so much?

In any case, she used to be on the track team. Could it be that she wanted her to be the last? How could this be allowed? She couldn't afford to embarrass herself like this. She was a proud daughter of heaven, how could she run to the bottom? It would be her shame, she didn't want it.

Thinking about that, Wendy frowned and gritted her teeth, purposely messing up her tempo when she took the next step. Due to inertia, she fell to the ground, and her knees were scratched.

That pain made her gasp. This time, it was a bit too heavy.

Injured, Wendy heard her classmates exclaiming, then she stood up, but Wendy did not enter the stage, instead limping and walking to the end. Since she was injured, then she would have to do enough tricks.

Just as expected, when Wendy reached the finish line, the entire audience suddenly remembered the applause, which was even more praiseworthy than the student who got first place.

There were also those who praised this as the true Olympic Spirit.

Wendy was elated dumbly, but she still looked guilty as she limped towards her class.