That's Right, I'm a Glutton!

"Beiyuan, you don't understand. The feeling of losing to others is not such a beautiful thing."

"Uncle, I was very unwilling to lose to you last time. It's been a long time since I went back for special training~"

While speaking, he vigorously stroked the muscles on his arms that looked very strong.

With bare hands, a car can be beaten to the point of being scrapped.

"Hmm... I can't tell at all."

Kitahara Sosuke clearly saw that the opponent had indeed become stronger, but he tilted his head pretending to be puzzled, and said with a smile.

It was a small joke.

Because there is no way to play with the mobile phone on the plane, he chatted with the man sitting next to him while checking the time.

This uncle was his defeated opponent in a certain competition, and his name was Gozo Murobuchi.

As a neon man, after he ran into the 10-second mark, the other party seemed to be inspired by him, and he also ran into the 10-second mark.

Sometimes, the existence of competitors really has a great promotion effect on oneself.

Moreover, the opponent's score is not just a coincidence or good luck like 9.99 or 9.98.

This person caught up all of a sudden.

It was only 0.02 seconds slower than Cangjie's best result in the outside world.

He is really capable, but he didn't work hard before, so he didn't show it.

If he participates in a few more competitions, it is definitely not impossible to break the record set by Sosuke.

He can also run faster.

Although he is a loser, his previous defeat is nothing to be ashamed of.

Because this uncle's main business is actually not track and field.

What he is best at is the "decathlon" sport.

Ten competitions need to be completed within two days, and the ranking is calculated by the total score of ten different sports.

And this person is the man who dominates the pinnacle of the decathlon.

Sprinting is just one of his specialties.

That's it.

"Beiyuan-kun, let's work hard for the next match!"

While talking, the middle-aged uncle blinked his left eye and winked at the young boy.

"Uh, uh...Okay."

The corners of Kitahara Sosuke's mouth twitched, and he answered with difficulty.

The other party is not gay, but an uncle with an overly lively personality.If it was really gay who dared to do this to him, Sosuke Kitahara would have punched him long ago.

In the next schedule, what he wants to participate in is not just the single 100-meter race.

200 meters, relay races... etc., also have to participate.

This uncle is both an opponent and a partner for the next relay race.

Get off the plane.

"Great, I didn't meet those messy monsters..."

Kitahara Sosuke breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

Pull yourself together and leave the airport with everyone.

Now that he has arrived in Moscow safely, there is only one thing he has to do next, and that is to win.

In the country of Neon, his figure is very tall even among athletes.

Men like Mr. Murobuchi Gozo who are taller and stronger than him are not so common.

But in the next game.

His height of more than 1.9 meters is not so rare.

There were so many tall people around him all of a sudden, which made him, who was used to looking down on others, feel a little uncomfortable.

And even stranger things are yet to come.

Kitahara Sosuke originally thought that these people would definitely check him before the match.

He was fully prepared for this.

but……

Not at all.

In the matter of bodily fluid composition falsification, instead of making tricks on the body, it is better to start directly from the organizers of the competition.

This is what Dr. Fran did.

This is simple for her, and it cannot be simpler.

But Cang Jie didn't understand the other party's so-called "Leave it to me"... He actually planned to deal with it like this.Immediately, I felt my head grow up.

"Probably, it's okay..."

Kitahara Sosuke looked at the sky, feeling rather speechless, not knowing what to say.

In the end, I had to bite the bullet and go to the competition.

Among all track and field events, the [-]-meter race is the most popular event, and it is divided into two days.

In the case of retaining his strength, in the group stage, Cangsuke has easily ran out of 9.1 seconds.

He almost locked the championship ahead of schedule.

Kitahara Sosuke enjoyed the cheers of the crowd, left the arena, and was ready to be interviewed by reporters.

Maybe there are big men in the world who run faster than him, but these people are not track and field athletes, and they didn't come to participate in the sprint competition.

Gozo Murobuchi, who competed next, seemed to be inspired by him, and ran to an astonishing time of 9.3 seconds.

The special training that this person said before was not lying. The uncle who seemed very nonsensical had a strong competitive spirit.

Moreover, 9.3 seconds... This is by no means a level that can be achieved through hard training.

This uncle is also... a superman who surpasses ordinary people.

Originally, because there were no competitors, the speed of progress slowed down.Now after discovering that there is a person who is so much faster than myself beside me.

His potential has been unearthed again.

But in competitive sports, no one will pay attention to No.2.

Winner takes all, Kitahara Sosuke alone took all the limelight.

Despite this, the uncle still did not give up his desire for victory.

After the post-match interview, when we went to the hotel where we were resting together, we faced Sosuke again, showing a sunny smile unique to this person.

"We have advanced to the semi-finals together, and I will definitely not lose to you young people in the final~"

It is close to 40 years old now.

As a track and field athlete, the uncle who should have retired long ago, still challenged Sosuke with great energy.

The difference between 9.1 and 9.3 seems to be only 0.2 seconds, but in fact it is very different.

But he is full of confidence, believing that he can surpass it.

Because in his previous life, he had constantly surpassed himself like this.

"Well, see you in the final."

Kitahara Sosuke is also unwilling to discourage his enthusiasm, he still has a good impression of this kind of person who never gives up.

Looking at the other person's spoofed expression, he bit his tongue lightly, trying to maintain a smile on his face.

Just when he was about to enter the hotel to rest, he suddenly discovered something.

"that is……"

Looking at the back of a very conspicuous short silver hair in the crowd, Sosuke stopped his steps outside the hotel.

Chapter 258

Not far from the hotel where Cangjie and the others are staying, there is a gymnasium there.

It seems that some event is being held, and there is a long line of densely packed and it is worth noting that...

At a glance, almost all the people in line were men with very strong bodies.

"Arm wresling... what is that thing?"

With excellent eyesight, Sosuke Kitahara could clearly see the English letters under the opposite banner.

"Don't Kitahara-kun know?"

The uncle next to Cangsuke stretched his neck forward, glanced at the activities over there, looked away, and asked Cangsuke back.

"I can understand the literal meaning... but it seems that I have never heard of such a thing."

Kitahara Sosuke squeezed his chin and muttered to himself.

What interested him was not this match, but a thin figure who seemed out of place among a bunch of strong men.

The contrast is stark.

"It's true that hearing the name has a sense of ambiguity, but that is an ordinary arm wrestling."

"It's just that it's an official game under the rules set by the League of Nations... But to put it bluntly, it's still an arm wrestling."

I don't know what Sosuke is thinking.

The uncle didn't try to be secretive on purpose, but popularized what he knew to this young man without reservation.

"I see……"