"Go Brother Qing Fan!!!"
At the hundred-meter starting line, Lin Wanning shouted with all her might, heels digging into the ground, her face turning bright red.
With a Nike sweatband tied around his head, Xu Qingfan turned his head to look toward where Lin Wanning was standing; his bangs fluttered in the wind, making an 'ok' gesture to the little girl.
"On your marks—get set, bang!"
The starting pistol fired, and he was off, legs pumping massivly. Many athletes unaccustomed to the crouch start were left behind by Xu Qingfan by two or three meters right from the start.
"15 seconds 98!"
Xu Qingfan surged ahead, crossing the finish line alone, and the judge at the table immediately read out the time from the stopwatch.
"Not bad~" Hearing his result, Xu Qingfan nodded in satisfaction; being the first to break 16 seconds in the preliminaries of the second-grade group.
"First place, Brother Qing Fan is first!"
"First place, brother!"
