"Second lap."
Zhao Sen's voice had just fallen when someone chimed in,
"This is really too much, are they really trying to scare us? It's almost time for class to end and we've barely run more than one lap? Cutting corners should not be played like this."
As they spoke, the bell signaling the end of class rang.
Some people couldn't help but mutter,
"What's this, it's so boring. Can't we pick up the pace a little?"
"Exactly, are we going to keep running until noon by dragging this out?"
"So dull."
"Oh, forget it, let's go back to class."
"Teacher Fan said earlier that she has too many thoughts, now looking at it, maybe the teacher was right."
A few people planned to leave in groups of three or two.
Until someone spoke up,
"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with her? Did she faint?"
They saw that thin figure on the playground suddenly stop.
The next second, with a thud, she fell to her knees on the ground.
After falling down, she lay there for quite a while.
