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"Hurry up, hurry up! The last minute and a half! Full sprint!"
Chen Zhechang, holding a stopwatch, got interrupted and smacked his lips as he watched Fang Huai speed up like crazy:
"Not bad, this new recruit can really run."
Wen Jingsong, who was warming up for the 100 meters, laughed and said:
"I know his score, just over 21 minutes. Among the new recruits, it's just average. Our squadron's Yang Libing is about to break 21 minutes now."
Last time on the playground, waiting at the finish line to train Fang Huai, Wen Jingsong had heard clearly Fang Huai's five kilometers time.
Wen Jingong's own five kilometers wasn't that great, just over 19 minutes at best, but last time he did not give it his all and was still confident he could lap Fang Huai by almost a full round.
Upon hearing Wen Jingsong's words, others started to mock:
"Heh, I wondered what was so impressive. With that score, our squadron has someone faster than him.
