The whirlwind swept past Hardman's eyes, leaving his right hand, raised for a greeting, frozen in place.
Hardman: Huh?
Startled for a moment, Hardman instinctively released his speed to chase after it.
As a wide receiver, speed was undoubtedly one of Hardman's strengths, and even while carrying his equipment bag, he continued accelerating.
Competition—it had already begun, even before spring voluntary training camp officially started.
Two figures dashed forward, one chasing the other at full speed. Ultimately, Hardman relied on his speed advantage to overtake and arrived first at the training field.
Huff—huff—
Hardman threw his equipment bag aside, hands resting on his knees, panting heavily; the other person, only steps behind, entered the training field and stood diagonally behind Hardman, also catching his breath.
The two exchanged a glance, a hint of confusion flickering in their eyes:
Why were they sprinting?
