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... hao Jun. Seeing that there were no people around and the terrain was relatively flat, he suddenly let go of his figure and began to practice running.

Vaguely remembered that when I was in middle school, the 50-meter race could run for 7 seconds 17 seconds. If you haven't exercised for such a long time, your physical fitness should drop a lot.

So he seriously ran a straight line.

There is no unit of measurement and no stopwatch, but the cold wind blows on the face, the feelin ...

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