Ah, the team doctor is actually a light elf!

Even without a starting gun.

The moment someone shouts "Run!"

The nerves in Zhou Feng's brain were also severely affected.

It was like a spring that had been pressed hard for a long time and suddenly released all its strength.

Regardless of any skills, he stepped hard back with his foot, pushing him forward quickly.

Zhou Feng is an outstanding athlete in the cross-body high jump event in China. He has sufficient height, a strong body, strong explosive power, and a strong desire to win.

He uses his jumping foot to push off the starting block.

The power that can send people flying into the sky can naturally also send people leaping forward.

The pain that had been suppressed for a long time, the frustration of not being able to improve my performance, and the unsatisfied desire for victory all burst out at this moment.

rush!rush!rush!

He's already retiring, so why bother with so many things?

Behind, the chubby coach and the athletes all frowned at the same time.

Shi Lou couldn't help complaining: "The reaction speed is okay, but the starting technique is too bad. I feel like a beginner, just relying on brute force to start off the starting block."

He wasn't done complaining yet.

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the sidelines.

"Awesome! Running so fast! Come on!"

"Zhou Feng, you start faster than Bai Yuan, come on."

"Come on! We don't want to hear that boy Bai Yuan howl all night, rush!"

“What a great start, so fast!”

While Lu Qingyin and the others were cheering, a group of people also ran towards the finish line without noticing anyone behind them.

Lu Qing originally wanted to complain, but he was choked back by cheers.

Is this technology called ‘awesome’?

On top of his head, there seemed to be a huge? ? ?

At this time on the track, Zhou Feng felt refreshed.

He is about to retire, and those people will no longer be able to hurt him.

There is no longer any way to accuse him of not working hard in training, no more scolding that he is not qualified to compete, no more chance to ridicule his results.

He felt more relaxed than ever before, and with every step he took, he could feel the constant strength in his body.

This kind of power made him feel better than ever before, and soon he rushed to the first hurdle.

With no time to think about anything else, I subconsciously wanted to use high jump training to cross this hurdle.

But his reason told him that he should lower his body and use the hurdle attack skills he just learned to hurdle.

The contradiction between body and thoughts is not his illusion, it is all reflected in his hurdling action.

He rushed towards the first hurdle in a somewhat weird posture.

Shilou couldn't help it anymore.

He said to his teammates and coach: "What kind of hurdle attack technique is this? It's too awkward. Even a beginner can jump better than him."

"If you ask me, if it weren't for his height and explosiveness, he would definitely not be able to get over it."

As he spoke, Zhou Feng easily crossed the first hurdle.

After landing, continue rushing to the next hurdle.

At the same time, another burst of fierce cheers broke out from the sidelines.

"Hurdling is too easy!"

"Zhou Feng, you are such a genius!"

Yinyin took the lead and praised enthusiastically, and the others quickly followed, creating a lively atmosphere on the sidelines.

Shilou:......

Before he could finish what he wanted to say, he was once again silenced by cheers.

His face looked weird, like a screaming chicken with its mouth covered.

On the track.

Zhou Feng could keenly feel that he had just jumped too high, prolonging the hurdle time.

Every shout from the sidelines reached his ears, and the sound was already blurry. He had no energy to distinguish the content, but the passionate shouts continued to stimulate him, making him want to win even more.

After this burning desire to win, reason finally prevailed.

Zhou Feng used his countless competition experiences to calm down and recall the techniques he had just learned.

His strides were slightly shortened, his jumping foot turned into a stepping foot, his upper body leaned forward quickly, his arms swung vigorously in conjunction with his body, and he assumed an attacking posture similar to Bai Yuan's.

The subconscious reaction of his muscles is still struggling, but he can no longer control the wild horse that is running wild. He wants to break free from the reins that restrain him and run towards freedom!

He wants to win!

The second railing was quickly conquered by Zhou Feng.

He clearly felt that this took much less time than his first hurdle.

This was not his illusion. The most obvious manifestation was that Bai Yuan was thrown away by him by less than half a hurdle!

rear.

Afraid of being interrupted again, Shi Lou frowned slightly and spoke quickly: "This time it's much better than before, but it also looks awkward. Weird, so weird!"

Sure enough, the next moment he finished speaking, there was another burst of cheers and applause from the sidelines, which made the muscles on his face twitch.

"Come on Zhou Feng, you are in the lead!"

"Bai Yuan, why don't you rush as well as Zhou Feng?"

"Ah, this posture is awesome, go, go, go!"

On the track next to Zhou Feng, Bai Yuan was not disturbed by the sounds from the sidelines. After all, he was also a professional athlete.

but!

He watched helplessly as Zhou Feng stood next to him, using the hurdle attack skills he had just taught him to surpass him little by little.

After only two hurdles, he was already far away!

Is this Zhou Feng in the high jump?

Is it the high jumper Zhou Feng he knows?

He actually ran faster than him!

He was shocked, happy, and unbelievable. His eyes chased the figure in front of him, and his feet became harder and harder.

But he had to keep his eyes wide open, looking at Zhou Feng in front of him, and he felt more and more. The hurdle posture was constantly corrected, getting closer and closer to the standard posture, but it also had an indelible and strong personal style.

Zhou Feng, he actually used this strange-looking hurdling posture to conquer each hurdle steadily and rhythmically.

The distance between me and him is getting wider and wider.

how can that be! !

While Bai Yuan was surprised, Lu Qingyin and others were also chasing excitedly on the sidelines.

Watching Zhou Feng keep stepping, pressing down, jumping up, and landing with unstoppable momentum, like a vigorous cheetah.

The 10 hurdles, which were only 1067 meters apart, seemed not to be taken seriously by Zhou Feng at all. There was indifference and madness in his eyes, as if he had surpassed these few hurdles and had surpassed all the previous ones.

rear.

Several 110-meter hurdlers in Shilou looked at what happened on the field in disbelief and said in surprise:

"How did you achieve such a crude attack technique so quickly?"

"The technology is rough, it looks weird, and the speed is not slow."

"You actually pushed Bai Yuan away so much."

The chubby coach standing in front of him narrowed his eyes and followed the figure closely on the field.

Seeing the tenth hurdle being crossed, Lu Qingyin and others shouted with increasing excitement, shouting for Zhou Feng's desperate efforts, shouting for his excellent performance, and shouting for his eyes that seemed to have broken free from the restraints.

All friends and teammates sincerely want Zhou Feng to find a trace of his former happiness before retiring.

Yinyin still has a glimmer of expectation in her heart that shines like stars in the dark night.

There were less than ten people, but it seemed to have really formed the overwhelming momentum of the competition scene. The cheers and applause shook back and forth in the training ground.

Zhou Feng crossed the finish line in the lead!

Amidst such surging cheers and shouts, the people in Shilou behind have not yet recovered from their surprise.

Subconsciously, he murmured in disbelief: "It shouldn't be too fast. After all, with such rough skills, it only seems so fast to run 400 meters with Bai Yuan, the head coach."

They all turned their heads and looked at the electronic timer.

After Zhou Feng crossed the finish line, he was quickly surrounded by everyone, cheering and celebrating his victory.

Bai Yuan, who was only one step behind, followed his usual habit and looked in the direction of the electronic timer, and then found that it was on, with the previous results displayed on it.

His pupils shrank fiercely, as if he had transformed into a screaming chicken, and exclaimed: "Oh my god, Zhou Feng!"