Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

In such a pressing situation, even the dumbest and slowest people would realize that something was wrong. The short-haired young man tried his best to defend himself, "Coach Song, we really didn't see anything just now. Besides, even if we saw something we shouldn't know, we would keep it a secret. What do you mean by asking someone to find the guard?"

"What do you mean? Arrest you! I've been talking to you for so long, but you didn't listen. It's too late to regret it now."

Song Tianyang has always disliked those people working in news agencies and newspapers. He felt that these people did nothing all day long and only knew how to talk nonsense and publish some dull and boring things.

Not to mention the Shanghai Daily, which has no substance, no philosophical debate ideas, and can only output emotions. It is short-sighted. Song Tianyang usually uses such third-rate newspapers as toilet paper.

"Coach Song, this is against the rules. You have no right to do this."

Several taller young male reporters were obviously not prepared to surrender and struggled hard, but they were facing many burly and strong athletes who were originally sprinters.

The so-called resistance and struggle seem so powerless and ridiculous.

By the time Chen Jiaquan and a group of guards arrived at the scene, several daring young men and women had already been tied up tightly.

The remaining tasks depend on how Hu Dingguo decides.

If this group of people cooperated obediently, Hu Dingguo, who was in a good mood, might even show leniency and send this group of people out of the barracks safely. Of course, the prerequisite was that the news and photos learned tonight must not be made public. At least before participating in the Liben World Olympic Games, everyone must keep their mouths shut.

If this group of people were not tactful and said one thing and meant another and leaked the 9 second sprint record, the consequences would be self-evident.

Seeing this group of people being pushed around by the guards and taken to the interrogation room with unwilling faces, Li Weijun touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Teacher Song, I was too hasty in doing this. I didn't check the identities of these people and was accidentally exposed because I wasn't paying attention."

Song Tianyang naturally had good intentions to comfort Li Weijun, asking him not to take these trivial matters to heart for the time being, and asked him patiently like a kind-hearted elder.

"Wei Jun, you are gifted and your running speed is much faster than that of ordinary people, but people always strive for perfection. Let's run as fast as we can and give those little Li Bens a slap in the face and let them know who is the sick man. We can't be careless about the starting posture. If we can break the previous record again, wouldn't it be even better then?"

Li Weijun expressed his understanding of Song Tianyang's earnest advice and casually changed the topic to the dinner party.

When Song Tianyang heard that Li Weijun had paid out of his own pocket to treat many track and field athletes to a meal at a restaurant, he did not think too much about it. He thought it was out of consideration for uniting his comrades, so he readily agreed.

However, as for who would pay, Song Tianyang was unwilling to let Li Weijun pay no matter what.

He patted his chest and pretended to be unhappy and said, "Look at what you are saying. As a head coach, even if my financial situation is tight and I am stingy, I will not let the players treat me. Forget about this meal."

Seeing Song Tianyang's tough attitude, Li Weijun didn't know what to say. He went back to the house, tidied himself up, and made an appointment with Song Tianyang and others to go out and find a restaurant.

Li Weijun has never been very particular about food. He is very meticulous. As long as the taste is good and the food is presented with heart, and the portions are large and filling, then it is a good restaurant.

Li Weijun has never liked those restaurants that have a big gimmick and have a menu that appears to be a gathering of all kinds of people but is actually just a meeting of radishes and carved cabbages, with pitifully small portions.

Fortunately, the restaurant we chose this time serves authentic Sichuan spicy food, and we could eat as much hotpot as we wanted, without encountering any price-fixing issues.

Track and field athletes such as Song Tianyang couldn't wait to add many eggs to the hot pot.

There is no way. Supplies are scarce and everyone is training every day. The physical exertion and nutrition are seriously disproportionate. Eggs, a cheap protein source of energy, are much cheaper than pork.

At the end of the meal, we ate more than 50 local eggs, an average of 5 eggs per person.

With the current market price of eggs at 8 cents each, these eggs cost a total of four yuan, plus some miscellaneous tripe, meat slices, tofu skin, hand-rolled noodles, etc., the total cost was eight yuan.

These were nothing. The only thing that hurt their wallets was the more than ten kilograms of wine. Since the Gushao yellow wine had a relatively light alcohol content, Song Tianyang, Chen Jiaquan and others drank seven or eight bowls of it without even blushing or getting nervous.

Finally, Li Weijun paid out of his own pocket and went out to buy wine under the pretext of buying some wine, but in fact he took out a few bottles of Fenjiu and Erguotou that he had bought earlier with high concentrations from the space.

After drinking a glass of white wine mixed with a lot of rice wine and grain wine he had drunk earlier, it didn't take long before Song Tianyang, who boasted about his dithyrambic physique, couldn't bear it anymore. His stomach was churning and he held onto the trash can and vomited for a long time. Then he fell heavily on the table.

Chen Jiaquan, whose physical fitness was obviously better than Song Tianyang, seemed to be much more alcoholic and forced himself to drink half a cup of high-strength liquor.

Li Weijun, who kept toasting, began to appear before his eyes, and his image gradually became blurred and swaying.

"Wei Jun, I am convinced today. How come you can't get drunk? You can drink a thousand cups without falling."

After mumbling these words, Chen Jiaquan finally couldn't take it anymore. His vision went dark and he quickly collapsed onto the table.

The remaining few track and field athletes who were there to join in the fun saw this situation, and then looked at Li Weijun who was eating his food calmly and leisurely next to him.

I couldn't help but gasp. Just now, when Li Weijun, Song Tianyang and Chen Jiaquan were competing in drinking, everyone saw it clearly.

The most feared thing about drinking is mixed alcohol. No matter how high a man's alcohol tolerance is, he will still vomit after drinking a few glasses of different kinds of alcohol.

Previously, Chen Jiaquan was the undisputed wine god of the entire track and field team. He would usually accompany leaders of various societies for dinner, and he was always at ease and had never been drunk.

As a result, Li Weijun fought against two heroes alone. Relying on his extraordinary alcohol tolerance, he defeated the two men step by step and made them lose their will due to drinking.

This drinking capacity and this tolerance made everyone present tremble with fear. They looked at each other and swallowed their saliva, fearing that Li Weijun didn't drink enough and if he asked someone else to drink with him...

However, what this group of people didn't know was that, having realized his goal had been achieved, Li Weijun had already secretly taken advantage of the time when Song Tianyang and Chen Jiaquan were asleep and quietly began to add points and upgrade.