Chapter 171 It’s Almost Too Late (Additional Update for the Remaining Life Alliance)

"Ding-ding-ding, ding-ding." Aokiji opened his eyes drowsily from his dream, and turned off the buzzing ringtone on his cell phone.

After staring at the ceiling in a daze for a while, Aokiji turned around and opened the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight made him squint his eyes, and he sighed in a hoarse voice: "The weather is really nice today."

Aokiji stretched himself out and was about to get up. Suddenly his body stiffened and cold sweat began to flow down his face.

He suddenly picked up his phone and glanced at the time on it. The number eight twenty made him take a breath.

"Today I made an appointment with Songshanyan to be at the hotel at 8:30. I think if I'm late for a minute, my salary will be deducted 1,000 yuan, right?" Thinking of this, Aokiji didn't dare to write, and he jumped out of the bed like a carp. He hurriedly put on his clothes and pants and ran out of the room.

First, he patted Qiong Mei's door. It wasn't until he heard Qiong Mei's confused reply at the door that Aokiji said loudly: "Qiong, it's almost half past eight. I'm going to be late. You can make breakfast by yourself today. Get ready! Don’t sleep in anymore, remember to brush your teeth and wash your face later.”

Hearing a faint hum from inside, Aokiji stomped downstairs, wiped his face and head with water casually, wiped it dry with a towel, and trotted off to get ready to go out.

Putting his hat and mask on his face, and putting on his shoes, Aokiji opened the door and started running at a fast pace.

"Eight minutes left!" Aokiji looked at the time on his phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

Eight minutes, as long as you run faster, there is hope!

Gritting his teeth, Aokiji ran wildly along the street.

Go straight, turn left, turn right, and go straight again!

Aokiji skillfully shuttled through the streets, running very fast under the somewhat surprised eyes of others.

"Three minutes!" Aokiji glanced at the time, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowed down a little, as if his lungs were on fire.

Turn left from the street in front and walk directly there!

Aokiji smiled: I finally kept my salary!

However, the moment Aokiji turned the corner, the smile on his face stiffened.

"Here, what are you doing?" I saw that the street was completely blocked with isolation tape, and the construction team was working in full swing.

"You're lying! Why did you start construction this morning?" Aokiji turned around in despair, lowered his head suddenly and started running wildly.

It doesn't matter, this road is blocked, I just need to cross from another street, there are still two minutes, I will definitely make it in time!

Aokiji gasped for breath, took off the mask and stuck it on his chin to make himself breathe more efficiently.

Soon!

As long as you turn right from here and cross the road, you can go directly to the club from the alley inside!

A smile once again appeared on Aokiji's face. However, the moment he turned around, the smile on his face froze again.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Aokiji's speechless whisper was completely covered up by the noisy and noisy voices in front of him.

What appeared in front of Aokiji was an extremely crowded crowd. Looking inside from here, you can still see many reporters' sniping shots, and a female host who seems to have seen it once or twice on TV, shouting something in front of the camera.

There is also a young man wearing short-sleeved shorts and looking like a track and field athlete who is moving his body. To his left, a helmeted and heavily armored motorcycle rider was buzzing the accelerator.

What are you doing?

"Today, it's time for our sprint genius from Yachiyo City to prove himself!" The female host explained excitedly to the camera: "Can our sprint genius Nishio Kazuyuki start at the same time and finish the fifty-meter sprint?" overtaking a motorcycle within a certain distance?”

"Everyone in the audience, please don't change the channel, the competition will start soon!" The female host had to raise her voice because there were too many onlookers: "We can see that Nishio and Yuki-kun are already adjusting their condition and stepping on the running gear. Whether he can complete his own challenge will be revealed soon!"

When Aokiji heard what she said, his face was a little ugly: This group of people has occupied the road. If we take another detour now, there will definitely not be enough time!

I glanced at my phone. It was only one minute and eleven seconds away from eight-thirty!

No, only one minute and ten seconds!

what to do? If you take a detour, will you pay a fine? But if we take another detour, we won't be late by just one or two points. We will have to make a big detour, which will take at least three or four minutes.

When Aokiji thought of Matsuyama Yan smiling proudly and taking out a few thousand yuan notes from his salary, his eyes darkened.

Not only will the money be deducted, but Songshanyan will also be laughed at proudly for a long time, right? This brother has been very angry with him for a long time. If he seizes the opportunity this time, he will definitely not let him go casually.

what to do? Aokiji tugged on his mask, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

There is a method!

Slowly lifting his mask, Aokiji slowly pushed away the crowd and approached the side of the temporarily painted runway.

"Oh, we can see that Nishio and Yuki-kun are completely ready and are nodding at us. Next, just wait for our referee's gunshot, and the competition will begin! Our motorcycle riders also compete The OK sign reminds us that he is ready."

The female host turned slightly sideways and pointed the camera at Nishio Kazuyuki and the motorcycle rider.

The onlookers, reporters, and hosts all held their breath and watched intently as Nishio Kazuyuki squatted on the treadmill.

The referee held a flare gun in his hand, stood on one side, and shouted: "Get ready!"

Nishio Kazuyuki raised his body with a confident smile on his lips: Oh, if nothing unexpected happens, the motorcycle rider should have received a bribe from the brokerage company. As long as I don't make any mistakes next time, I can win this game steadily.

With this gimmick of outperforming a motorcycle, my reputation will definitely increase to another level. By then, who else will be named the fastest sprinter in Yachiyo City!

Xi Xi, focus on it. As long as you win the competition, you can participate in commercial shooting, appear on variety shows, win female stars, and reach the pinnacle of life!

Nishio Kazuyuki was extremely focused, even a little more serious than when he usually participated in competitions.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and Nishio and Sachi suddenly exerted their strength on their legs. They stepped on the running gear and ran out like an arrow. The motorcycle rider also hit the accelerator with great force, but the speed was unexpectedly not very fast.

Yes, it’s this feeling of running against the wind, this feeling of leaving the world behind. I, Nishio Kazuyuki, am the son of the wind, the sprinting god of Yachiyo!

Staring straight ahead, Nishio Kazuyuki had a faint smile on his face as he ran.

The camera will definitely capture my heroic appearance!

"Wow! What is that?"

"So fast!"

"OMG!"

"oh!!!"

The exclamations in their ears made Nishio and Yuki run a little faster, feeling that they had reached their best condition - ha, who knows, I might even be able to break a personal record by the way!

Nishio and Yuki were thinking, but suddenly saw a dark shadow out of the corner of their eyes.

What? Is it a motorcycle? Wasn't it stuffed with money?

Nishio Kazuyuki tilted his head slightly in panic and looked around him, but suddenly he saw a guy wearing a black sportswear, a hat and a disposable mask running side by side with him!

No, not side by side, he is surpassing himself!

Nishio and Sachi suddenly panicked: What is going on with him! He gritted his teeth and moved his legs vigorously.

What the hell is this! Nishio and Sachi almost screamed.

On the other hand, Aokiji, who was wearing a hat and a mask, just speeded up crazily, and kept speeding up, staring at the alley at the end of the track, and kept shouting in his heart: Just run to the corner, get in, run straight out, and turn left. Just get to the club!

I can do it in time! There must be time! Not even a dollar will be fined!

"Too fast!" the female host screamed crazily: "A mysterious man in sportswear suddenly rushed onto the track. Although he started a little slow, he ran faster and faster. ! His speed is like a cheetah, like a bullet, like a flashing meteor!"

"He's passing! He's passing! He's passing the motorcycle, passing Nishio Kazuyuki!"

"At this moment, he is not running alone!"

The female host grabbed the microphone, panting a little, but she still said loudly and enthusiastically: "At this moment, he is possessed by the soul of the god of sprinting and track and field! He is not fighting alone! He is not alone. !!!He’s still accelerating, he’s coming, he’s coming!”

"He's about to cross the line! He's about to win! He's, uh, turning."

The female host's loud shout suddenly stopped. Under the gaze of everyone, including the camera, the mysterious man in black, one step ahead of the finish line, suddenly turned and rushed into the alley.

"What, what is this?" Nishio and Sachi crossed the finish line in a daze, looking around with confusion.

Ah, I must have hallucinated because I wanted to win so much just now! Nishio Kazuyuki's eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, it was because of my eagerness to win that I created a terrifying opponent in my mind and forced the best of myself!

Ha, I am number one!

Nishio Kazuyuki turned around and saw that the reporters were rushing towards him with extremely excited expressions holding things. Nishio Kazuyuki's panting face was filled with a proud smile: Come on, reporters, interview me. I prepared a speech for three hours yesterday!

However, to his surprise, countless reporters carrying microphones and cameras suddenly turned around and rushed into the alley when they came one step away from him.

"Don't block me! That guy will run away after a while!"

"Damn it, if you're so fat, don't go into the alley!"

"It's stuck, it's stuck, it's stuck!"

Seeing a group of reporters swarming into the alley, even getting stuck in the narrow alley because they refused to give in, Nishio and Yukiru were in a dream, their faces full of trance.

"So, isn't that guy a hallucination?"

Nishio Kazuyuki fell to his knees weakly.

At this time, Aokiji had already gotten into the elevator of the club, pressed the button for the third floor, and looked at the time on his phone that it would reach 8:30 in five seconds. He held his hand on the elevator wall and breathed a sigh of relief. He gasped: "It was so dangerous, I almost couldn't make it in time."