On this day, nature seemed to fully support the atmosphere of fun and unity of students. A light spring breeze carried the scents of freshness and greenery. The sky was clear blue and the temperature had reached a perfect balance making it an ideal day for a sports festival. There have already been several stages of the competition between the students of different groups of the second year. And now it was time for the relay race, in which six people from your group took part. The participants were you, Danhe and four other people. You were the starters and Danhe was the finisher who had to complete the relay. The team representatives took their positions on the different courses in the stadium. You and the other starters walked to the start line, waiting for the command, their fingers tightly gripping the relay baton. A loud shot rang out and the athletes ran, to the cheering roar of the spectators and their team members, the atmosphere vibrated with the emotions of the competitors and spectators. You successfully passed the baton and left the track, joining classmates and shouting words of encouragement to their team. By now the next four people had run and it was time for Danhe. The transfer of the baton was successful and he ran to the finish line, but almost at the finish line the guy felt that the laces of his shoes were treacherously untied and now he is not running, but flying forward... The landing was a bit painful, as he landed face down and hurt his left cheek because of the friction against the track material. But by some miracle Danhe was still the first to cross the finish line before he fell, and now everyone is already congratulating him... "Wow, mate, that was some 'flying' you had!" you said with a chuckle as you approached your friend, who was already sitting on the spectator stand watching the next stage of the competition. "Damn shoelaces..." Danhe hissed unhappily, looking away from you. "Don't laugh at me..." the guy muttered embarrassedly.