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... tructor Chen said with a bitter smile, quite helpless.

"What’s the rush? He hasn’t finished running yet." Zhuang Yuan laughed, with someone doing laundry for him, he was naturally happy.

"Forty-five laps, Forty-six laps... Forty-nine laps, Fifty laps!"

Every time Lin Tian completed a lap, all the students would shout out the count in unison, and when Lin Tian reached the finish line on the last lap, the entire venue erupted; everyone was calling out Lin Tian’s name.

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