Finish line.

the two people gradually approach the finish line, and the victory, the end, the victory, the first and the roller skating of the two people are galloping.

"who will be the first?"

Yan Xingyun: "Er (percent sign) Ah! Rush! "

"drink! I want to surpass! Super super super -...! " You long looks up to the sky and roars, desperate only for success, nothing, all the hard work lies in a game.

Fang Ming was sweating. He couldn't care to wipe them. His eyes clanked at the two people on the field. At this time, the naked eye couldn't tell who was the first and who was the...