Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

After the intense and busy work of many young cooks, the injured were finally properly bandaged and their wounds treated.

At this time, Li Weijun looked at everyone who was already exhausted, and he already had an idea in his mind, so he immediately went to find Song Tianyang.

Li Weijun walked through the empty and quiet corridor and finally found Song Tianyang, who was deep in thought, in a relatively quiet corner.

"Old Song!" Li Weijun called Song Tianyang's name softly, and walked quickly to sit beside him.

"How is it? Have the injured been arranged?" Song Tianyang looked up at Li Weijun and asked with concern.

Li Weijun nodded and replied, "Yes, they have all been bandaged. But what happened at this dinner party is not simple..."

As he spoke, Li Weijun told Song Tianyang in detail all the information he had learned about the dinner.

From the seemingly casual conversations between the guests to some small actions hidden in the dark and unknown to the public; from the weird atmosphere revealed behind the seemingly harmonious and lively atmosphere to the mysterious identities and backgrounds of some key figures.

Li Weijun methodically sorted out this information one by one, and analyzed the possible connections and potential threats with Song Tianyang.

Seeing that this matter was progressing so smoothly, Song Tianyang's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally slowly settled down.

He gently rubbed his brows that had become swollen due to long-term tension, and said thoughtfully: "Since the embassy has already helped us to pull the strings and build bridges, then what we need to do next is relatively simple!"

"However, in the upcoming track and field competition, whether to sprint with all your might without showing any mercy, or to choose to treat others with courtesy and give in appropriately, the final decision is entirely in your hands. I believe that with the experience you have accumulated over the years and your keen judgment, you will be able to make the most appropriate decision."

Li Weijun raised his head slightly, his eyes swept over everyone from above the teacup, but he did not say a word. He just lowered his eyes slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.

Then, he slowly put down the cup, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a leisurely and relaxed tone: "Don't worry about it. I know what's going on. We are all experienced athletes. Who would willingly give up victory to others? Especially in this foreign country, we must not do stupid things that would boost others' morale and destroy our own prestige!"

Li Weijun's attitude was extremely firm, and there was no room for negotiation. Seeing this, Song Tianyang patted his arm gently, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and he slowly said:

"Young man, it's great to have a lot of energy! After all, as the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. What's more, we now have the hope and strength to win this contest.

Let those arrogant and domineering Luosha people have a good look at our strength, which can be regarded as opening their eyes. But then again, this may not be a good thing.

You have to always remember that life is a long journey, and it is not wise to be too prominent. As the saying goes, 'the protruding rafters rot first', so it is best to keep the meat in your mouth firmly at the bottom of the bowl and enjoy it slowly! "

Li Weijun nodded in agreement with this advice without hesitation.

Afterwards, he had a lively exchange with Song Tianyang on the international rules of the competition.

From the setting of the starting line and the rules for the use of the starting gun, we have talked about violations and penalty standards in the competition, etc.

Time passed by unknowingly, and when the topic gradually came to an end, they realized that quite a while had passed.

Then, both sides said goodbye to each other contentedly and went to find a quiet and comfortable place to rest for a while so that they could face the next training and competition in better condition.

Actually, at the beginning, Li Weijun was a complete "layman" in track and field events.

He had not received any systematic professional track and field training and was a purely amateur athlete who changed his career halfway through.

He only had a vague understanding of such a crucial aspect as the starting posture; as for how to properly use the exhalation method to improve speed and endurance, he was even more vague and had only a vague understanding of it.

However, as the saying goes, "born with supernatural powers", Li Weijun relied on his own powerful strength advantage to carve out a place for himself in the arena.

He often relies on his amazing explosive power, charging forward like a bull, using the simplest and crudest method - "great force can make bricks fly, one force can defeat ten skills", crushing his opponents with pure brute force.

But now it is an international-level event, and the rules of the track and field circle must be mastered by heart. Otherwise, the slightest mistake may give others an advantage and cancel the fruits of victory.

Jiang Xifeng also knew that Li Weijun would be running a track and field race in the next two days, so she let Li Weijun choose to recuperate, which was rare. In the evening, they just hugged each other and talked about their innermost feelings, and did not do anything that crossed the line.

Li Weijun naturally disdained this, thinking that Jiang Xifeng was simply underestimating him. Apart from anything else, he had already been strengthened by the system and could be considered the best in physical fitness on the planet.

Not to mention being tired and lazy before the track and field competition, even if Li Weijun played music every day, it would not be a problem. In the face of absolute strength, everything else is like a floating cloud.

So in the middle of the night, Li Weijun, who refused to admit defeat, still chose to prove himself.

Jiang Xifeng had no other choice but to be helpless. She could only patiently advise him, "I heard that these Russians are like big bears, strong and muscular. Some of them might even run very fast. You can't let your guard down. You should be prepared for some things. If you encounter a tough opponent, wouldn't that be a disaster?"

Li Weijun scorned Jiang Xifeng's unrealistic worries and said, "Don't worry. I can't guarantee anything else, but if we only talk about physical fitness and running speed, there is no one in the world who can beat me, except Cao Cao and those gods who can shrink the earth into an inch and hold the universe in their sleeves."

Hearing Li Weijun's boast, Jiang Xifeng asked in confusion, "You said that the immortal who can shrink the earth into an inch is fast, I believe it, but Cao Cao is not fast either. I remember that the history books said that Cao Cao was short and stocky."

Li Weijun smiled knowingly: "Because if you mention the devil, he will appear."