"However, that little brat, George doesn't seem to have any talent in sports." Nox sighed.
What a pity. He had such good genetics.
"That might not be the case." Finn's gaze was also on George.
Nox frowned, and his expression suddenly changed.
The little brat who seemed to have fallen behind started to exert his strength. On the last lap, he started to speed up and, one by one, surpass all his competitors.
At that moment, Nox got a little nervous. He, who had already prepared himself for George to be ranked last, started to look forward to George's comeback.
When Monica saw that George was suddenly speeding up, she became even more excited. Her voice was hoarse as she shouted, "George, go! Go! Go!"
George went all out.
In the last few seconds, he quickly overtook the first place and broke through the ribbon!
A champion was born!
