Claire Playing With A Gun

Claire ignored him, took off her jacket and threw it aside. Then, she slightly bent down, getting into position for the start of the race.

With the sound of the gunshot, she rushed out like an arrow and instantly left others behind.

Hunter smiled contemptuously at Gallon. "You can go rest on the side. You're not needed here."

Gallon curled his lips. "Humph…"

Claire quickly ran three laps without even panting, and even the timing teacher was stunned by her speed.

Is this running? No, this is flying!

Claire walked to the rest area and drank a few mouthfuls of mineral water. Then she found that Hunter and Gallon were still running the first lap.

The two of them were competing secretly, both sporting sullen looks.

Although Claire got first place, it was useless. When the total time that the three of them spent was added up, they lost to others.