When I was writing the third update, the computer screen suddenly went black again and the screen showed no signal. After restarting, most of the chapter I had written disappeared... I was so upset.
Let's just update 5k today...
It's not that I bought a mining card. I bought the GALAX 3080gamerC when it was first released. Just some time ago, I had a sudden idea to put the case from the table to the ground. I don't know if it sucked in dust or cotton wool or something, but it directly burned my graphics card. These days, the screen goes black often.
Now I am using the 1060 from many years ago to code...
Volume 162: Chapter : The Last Stick, One Against Seven
"Ultimate strength supremacy..."
Somehow, Wu Yi suddenly felt like laughing.
How should I put it? When I heard this word from Nanyun Ya's mouth, I suddenly felt like an adult who is already working but hears a kid who is still in elementary school and finishes his homework and plays outside at five o'clock every day after school say that life is not easy.
It's a little funny, but also kind of cute.
But Nan Yun Ya is not a child, so he is not cute at all, just funny.
"It seems that you, Junior, do not agree with what I said?"
Noticing the difference, Nanyun Miyabi smiled and turned her eyes away from Horikita Manabu, speaking calmly.
He did not address Wu Yi as vice president, but directly called him his junior.
"No, no, it's not like I agree or disagree."
Wu Yi shrugged.
"I'm just a little curious. Do you really understand what strength is supreme?"
"Survival of the fittest, the fittest survive, this is strength above all else."
"But as far as I know, most people are of the type of 'survival of the fittest below me, and equality above me'."
"Are you trying to say that I'm that kind of person?"
At this time, Nan Yunya shifted her gaze and looked in the direction of the first starting line, smiling easily.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not what you think I am. I will accept failure calmly, although I don't think I will lose... So, how about we compete in this 1,200-meter relay race?"
"seriously?"
Wu Yi was a little surprised.
To be honest, after seeing his previous 1V40 battle, I still dared to compete with him in physical fitness. I don’t know whether to say that he is courageous or insane.
No, it should be said that it may not be the case.
Wu Yi turned around and looked back.
While they were chatting, the baton was passing through three or four hands as it flew around the playground.
If Sudo, who was the first runner, opened up the advantage, then Hirata, who was the second runner, maintained the advantage, but problems began to arise with Onodera, who was the third runner.
The advantage was gradually equalized.
Especially when she passed the baton to Maezono who was in fourth place, the advantage almost completely disappeared.
But at the same time, the girl from Class 3A who was catching up fell down. Although she got up immediately, she was still overtaken by the girl from Class 2A.
The gap widened, from five meters to ten meters, and then from ten meters to twenty meters, and continued to widen, falling behind to seventh place.
"Hey, is this what you mean by strength comes first?" Wu Yi looked a little conflicted.
Isn't this just relying on teammates to gain advantages?
"Being able to make valuable people submit to you and use them for your own benefit is also a manifestation of strength."
Nan Yunya said something that could be considered a sophistry.
"So have you made up your mind? Time is running out, so make sure you buy it. What is your decision, junior?"
"Me?"
Wu Yi continued to look back.
The fifth runner was Kikyo Kushida, who tried her best but just barely managed to avoid being left further behind.
At this time, the distance between the sticks of Class C of the first year, which was ranked seventh, and Class A of the second year, which was ranked first, was 30 meters.
This is a chasm that is almost impossible to catch up with.
"Well, okay, I'll follow you." Wu Yi said casually.
"Okay, that's settled."
Nan Yunya's eyes lit up slightly, and after saying this, he began to run forward slowly.
The figures crossed each other in just a moment, and the fifth runner from Class 2-A of Year 2 rushed across the starting line of the sixth runner with a temporary lead.
Nan Yunya grabbed the baton from his hand, then ran at full speed towards the finish line.
Hey, you run pretty fast...
Just two seconds after the second-year Class A threw the last baton, the first-year Class A finally passed the baton to Shibata on the third lane.
It is said that he is the ace of their class. He belongs to the same football club as Hirata, and his kicking power is even stronger than Hirata's.
Soon, within just a few seconds, the third, fourth and fifth ranked classes also crossed the starting line of the sixth runner.
Seeing that the fifth baton of Class 3-A was about to arrive, Horikita Manabu glanced at Wu Yi beside him.
"If you want, I can wait for you to run together."
"Ha, no need for that. Who do you think I am?"
Wu Yi crossed his fingers and stretched his body upwards.
"It's just a short distance. There's no need to let up. Just run as fast as you can and leave the rest to me."
"it is good."
With no reason to trust him, Horikita Manabu immediately ran forward.
At the same time, the distance between Kikyo Kushida and Wu Yi was rapidly shrinking.
Twenty meters...ten meters...
But until the distance between the two sides was only five meters, Wu Yi was still moving his body leisurely in the same place.
"Wu Yi!"
"Hi hi~"
The original intention of Kikyo Kushida's shouting was to remind her to start running quickly, but Wu Yi not only did not run, but also turned sideways and continued to stand there, and only reached out and touched her head after taking the baton from her.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"Eh?"
Ignoring the puzzled look of Kushida Kikyo, Wu Yi turned around and looked at Nan Yun Miyabi and Horikita Manabu who had already run away, as if talking to himself.
"Well, I'll be more serious about this, too."
As he spoke, he took a deep breath, and the veins throughout his body that had briefly appeared during the pole-kick competition reappeared.
Bang!
The sound was like thunder and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Wu Yi took a step forward, and the plastic track under his feet suddenly sank, while the surrounding ground bulged in a circular wave shape.
His entire body shot forward like a cannonball, and his speed was so fast that it caused a lot of exclamations from the audience.
"Look, that guy is so fast!"
"They look familiar to me... Those sunglasses are the ones I wore during the first round of the pole-turning competition!"
"So he was scheduled to be the last runner of the finale. No wonder no one seemed to be there in the previous runs."
The sound of discussion mixed in the wind brushed past Wu Yi's ears, but he turned a deaf ear to it.
At this moment, he entered the [Liberation] state, which was a forbidden technique that could remove 30% of the power restriction of the human brain on the body and maximize the potential.
If an ordinary person enters this state, their body will collapse directly because they cannot withstand the sudden powerful force. However, after thousands of years of strict breeding, the Wu clan has been forced to evolve a strong body that can fully adapt to this supernatural power.
However, because this power is too terrifying, not everyone in the Wu clan can fully learn to liberate it. Under normal circumstances, those who can unlock 80% of the liberation are already geniuses among geniuses.
And Wu Yi's liberation rate is 100%, which has only been seen in a very rare few cases in the Wu clan's thousand-year history!
His perfect body and strongest talent allow him to create the sound of wind and thunder just by running at full speed.
Wu Yi was like a supercar that had turned on the nitrous accelerator and stepped on the accelerator to gallop and roar. In just a blink of an eye, he caught up with the sixth place from the seventh place.
Then the fifth, the fourth...
Keep surpassing, surpassing, and surpassing again.
In fact, because of his fast speed, when Wu Yi surpassed the third place, he caught the other player off guard and frightened him, causing him to stumble and fall on the spot, instantly falling to fifth or sixth place.
Horikita Manabu, who is in second place, is still chasing after Nanyun Masa.
The distance between them was less than ten meters. Theoretically, Horikita Manabu was faster than Nanyun, but he got the baton too late, and the total distance was only two hundred meters.
It can be seen that Horikita Manabu has tried his best to catch up, but he still cannot surpass Nanyun Masa before reaching the finish line.
If nothing unexpected happens, Class 3-A will take second place in this 1,200-meter relay... what the hell!
"CIAO~~~~~"
While running at full speed, Horikita Manabu only heard a familiar voice being stretched into a devilish tune in the wind.
The next moment, a figure whizzed past him with the momentum of an out-of-control dump truck, and the airflow it created even pushed him forward a little.
At the same time, Nan Yun, who was in the first place, also realized that something was wrong, but he didn't dare to look back because it would affect his sprint speed.
And the finish line was right in front of him. He only needed five more seconds... no, three seconds! He could...
"It's a pity that you lost."
A calm voice sounded in Nan Yunya's ears, and he looked sideways in shock and disbelief.
Wu Yi, who had just surpassed Horikita Manabu with absolute speed, now appeared beside him, keeping pace with him.
This was certainly not because Nan Yun's speed had also increased, but because Wu Yi deliberately slowed down to run with him.
"So, goodbye."
Only these words were heard on the wind, and before Nan Yun could react, Wu Yi suddenly increased his speed again and sprinted forward. The whole person seemed to turn into a stream of light and rushed into the finish line at a speed that no one could achieve even if they practiced for eight lifetimes.
Volume 163: Chapter : When it comes to the main wife, I still have to look at Woqi
With the final leg of the 1,200-meter mixed relay decided, this annual sports festival has finally officially come to an end.
At the end, Wu Yi, who had released the [Liberation] state, slowly calmed his breathing, and the voice of Horikita Manabu came from behind.
"Well done."
"Ok?"
In this final 200 meters of life and death, the opponent obviously tried his best. It was a while after reaching the finish line, but he was still holding his waist and gasping for breath. His short-sleeved shirt on his chest was soaked with sweat, and he looked a little embarrassed.
Wu Yi looked over Horikita Manabu's shoulder and glanced at Nanyun Masamichi who was talking to a girl who seemed to be in the same class behind him, but his eyes kept looking over here.
"Well, a narrow victory is not within my aesthetic range. If I want to win, I must win with a big victory, so I can't help but be a little serious."
"..."
Hearing this, Horikita Manabu's serious face rarely revealed an expression that he didn't know how to name but was roughly equivalent to "tactical retreat"... Especially when he heard the last seven words.
It turns out that speed is just the level of "being a little serious".
"I won this time, President Horikita... No, I will probably be the 'former president' soon."
At this time, Nan Yun finally ended his chat with his classmates and walked over with a provocative tone.
"Nanyun..."
Faced with this level of ridicule, Horikita Manabu naturally didn't get angry, but just felt a little... helpless?
"I said it a long time ago that cross-grade competition is meaningless."
"No, of course."
Nan Yunya opened her eyes slightly, and there was a barely detectable fanaticism in her voice.
"But don't worry, we still have time for each other... Well, I look forward to the next competition with you, President Horikita."
