"I seem… seem… to have… diarrhea." Ou Yeh had a hard time even talking and the blue veins on his forehead were protruding.
"What are we going to do then? Shall I find someone to run in your place?" Fang Duo said anxiously.
"No, I have to finish running." Ou Ye's lips had turned purple. It was like there was a long worm in his stomach, biting his flesh and drilling his intestines.
"You don't even have the strength to talk now. How can you run? You might get sick if you insist on running." Fang Duo turned to look at the other students and asked anxiously, "Who can replace Ou Ye?"
The other students of Class 7 all fell silent. They could run in Ou Ye's place, but they weren't confident they could win the last leg of the relay race.
Besides, the last runner of Class One was Zhao Biao. What if they lost this crucial battle?
Anyway, the third leg was only halfway finished. They were all waiting to see who would stand up first.
