At this moment, no one understood whether Wang Yan was here to run or to learn chemistry.
Although he had just run the four hundred meters very quickly, he was competing in a marathon with Wang Xuesong, and there were still tens of kilometers remaining.
At this time, Wang Xuesong also completed his first lap and reached the finish line.
Seeing Wang Yan looking absent-minded, Wang Xuesong was almost fuming with anger, his hatred reaching the peak.
He thought to himself: Just you wait, I'll make you cry soon!
Then, Wang Xuesong gritted his teeth, ran past Wang Yan, and continued running steadily forward.
Meanwhile, Beiming Xue had begun explaining the second chemistry equation to Wang Yan.
This time, Wang Yan understood after just a dozen sentences, nodding as he thought, and started running the second lap.
Like before, Wang Yan quickly overtook Wang Xuesong and was the first to return to the starting point.
When Wang Yan overtook him, Wang Xuesong wished he could speed up and overtake Wang Yan again.
But reason told Wang Xuesong to maintain his original pace; he knew there were still many long distances ahead, and he couldn't let momentary anger get the best of him.
However, watching Wang Yan's quickly receding back, Wang Xuesong's eyes almost ignited with fury.
So it was that, after each lap, Wang Yan would stop by Beiming Xue to have another equation explained and then run a lap at an astonishing speed, overtaking Wang Xuesong every time.
In this way, they ran ten laps.
Seeing this, all the students in the stands were shocked; it was the first time in their lives they saw a marathon .
Yet compared to the dullness of steady running, everyone preferred the way things were happening now.
Some students were already cheering for Wang Yan.
At this time, in the stands, Xiong Jie and "Dead Fish Eyes" were also present, and Xiong Jie's eyes lit up with an idea.
He jumped onto the stands and shouted, "Everyone, let's start betting now! If you bet Wang Xuesong wins, it's 10 to 1; if you bet Wang Yan wins, it's 1 to 10. Who's in?"
"Dead Fish Eyes" quickly joined Xiong Jie, shouting loudly as well.
The students of Wanghai Noble School mostly came from wealthy families; even if they didn't have large sums, they weren't short of pocket money.
So as soon as they heard Xiong Jie's words, everyone started taking out cash.
"I bet a hundred, on Wang Xuesong winning."
"I bet a thousand, Wang Xuesong wins."
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For a moment, everyone handed their money to Xiong Jie, almost all betting on Wang Xuesong to win.
Xiong Jie collected the money and said, "Does anyone bet on Wang Yan winning? I think Wang Yan might win over Wang Xuesong. That's a 1 to 10 payout."
But the more Xiong Jie said this, the fewer people bet on Wang Yan; almost everyone thought Wang Yan didn't stand a chance against national bronze medalist Wang Xuesong.
Seeing more people betting on Wang Xuesong, Xiong Jie grew anxious because even though Wang Xuesong's odds were 10 to 1, he had already collected over ten thousand in just a few minutes. If Xuesong won, he would have to pay out over a thousand, which he simply couldn't afford.
Xiong Jie shouted again, "Is there anyone betting on Wang Yan winning? If not, I'm closing the bets."
Just then, Xiong Jie heard someone behind him say, "I'll bet on Wang Yan to win, 100,000!"
Upon hearing this, Xiong Jie was ecstatic and quickly turned around with a smile, saying, "Great, great."
But when he turned, he found that it was Ouyang Feiting standing behind him.
Given the power of the Ouyang Family, Xiong Jie wouldn't dare earn Ouyang Feiting's money no matter what; if by chance Feiting refused to pay, he wouldn't dare ask for it.
As Xiong Jie hesitated, Ouyang Feiting pulled out a checkbook from her pocket, casually wrote a check, and tossed it towards Xiong Jie, saying, "A 100,000 cash check, here you go."
Xiong Jie hurriedly grabbed the flying check and examined it closely — sure enough, it was for 100,000. Holding the check, Xiong Jie forced a smile, uncertain whether to accept it or not.
"Classmate Ouyang, I don't dare take your money," Xiong Jie said with a bitter smile.
Ouyang Feiting snorted coldly and said, "You're far from being able to earn my money. Just wait to pay me when Wang Yan wins."
After speaking, Ouyang Feiting turned and left the stands, returning to the trackside.
After carefully examining the check in his hand once more, Xiong Jie was elated inside: Betting on Wang Xuesong would cost him over a thousand, but thanks to Ouyang Feiting's 100,000, he could earn over 90,000 after paying that amount off. Ha, what a profitable deal. If it weren't for this silly girl Ouyang Feiting, he wouldn't have made so much money.
Xiong Jie sat confidently in the stands, holding over 10,000 in cash and the 100,000 check, his heart bursting with joy.
During this time, Wang Yan and Wang Xuesong had already run sixty laps, totaling 24,000 meters.
Although 24,000 meters was just the beginning compared to the 42-kilometer total distance, Wang Xuesong felt unsure about himself.
Because he realized Wang Yan wasn't following any routine; he would sprint a lap whenever he felt like it and then stop to listen to Beiming Xue explaining an equation.
Initially, Wang Xuesong assumed that with Wang Yan's running method, he wouldn't last more than 10,000 meters before showing fatigue, and after another 10,000 meters, he would exhaust his energy, allowing himself to win within 30,000 meters.
But after running more than 20,000 meters, Wang Yan didn't show any signs of fatigue, as if he hadn't run at all.
Completing sixty laps, Wang Yan had memorized 60 chemical equations and seemed to be balancing running and studying.
Meanwhile, Wang Xuesong, lost in his thoughts, continued gritting his teeth and running at his own pace.
However, the students in the stands were increasingly excited, even though they didn't believe Wang Yan could beat Wang Xuesong. They were thrilled to see Wang Yan easily surpass Wang Xuesong again and again.
Every time Wang Yan overtook, the stands erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.
For 60 consecutive laps, Wang Yan had surpassed Wang Xuesong 60 times. Thus, the stands had cheered 60 times.
Although Wang Xuesong managed to overtake each time, it was only because Wang Yan stopped to talk with Beiming Xue, leaving Wang Xuesong with no sense of accomplishment in overtaking.
Being overtaken repeatedly was something that Wang Xuesong struggled to contain, even while he tried to suppress it.
As a long-distance runner, it was the first time he ran so humiliatingly.
Wang Xuesong kept telling himself not to be impulsive: Long-distance running is all about maintaining a steady pace; never speed up.
At that moment, Wang Yan flew by once again, instantly overtaking Wang Xuesong, and the stands erupted in applause once more.
Hearing the cheers from the stands, Wang Xuesong's eyes were practically ablaze with anger, and even though he tried to control himself, he couldn't bear it any longer.
Being overtaken 60 times was a humiliation no normal person could accept.
With a roar, Wang Xuesong suddenly increased his speed and chased after Wang Yan.
When he saw Wang Xuesong speeding up, the crowd in the stands erupted into thunderous applause.
Wang Xuesong's eyes were filled with determination as he focused on Wang Yan's back, starting to chase Wang Yan at his top speed.
Since Wang Yan deliberately disrupted his rhythm, he would likewise disrupt Wang Yan's rhythm by using the same speed to pressure Wang Yan, preventing him from stopping. If he stopped, he would be overtaken.
This time, he aimed to overtake Wang Yan instead, revealing Wang Yan's true self under his fierce pursuit.
Although he could maintain this speed for at most 10,000 meters, Wang Xuesong believed that within these 10,000 meters, Wang Yan would definitely tire and fall behind.
The crowd in the stands was already in a frenzy, and everyone was shouting excitedly as they finally witnessed an exciting match.
Xiong Jie, Roy, Su Yamo, and others widened their eyes, knowing the final showdown was about to begin.