Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Wait for him to bump up.

at the same time.

Luo Chaoyi and Yu Weili all looked at the electronic timer.

Then everyone's eyes lit up.

There was a lot of surprise on his face.

Excited.

excited.

Unbelievable even.

On the electronic timer, a column of numbers is displayed.

9 seconds 99.

Run into the 10-second mark.

Yang Zhuo broke the 10-second mark in training.

Yu Weili swallowed his saliva: "Turn off the timer, as long as everyone knows."

Everyone nodded and restrained their expressions.

At this time.

Yang Zhuo duang hit the air cushion.

The speed is completely reduced.

Then he walked back out of breath.

Before he came to the front, he asked, "How many seconds?"

Hearing this, Yu Wei 3.3 replied with a flat face: "It's okay, the winter training still has some effects, so what, Director Li, Yang Zhuo's flight is coming soon, you take him back to the dormitory to pick up things, and drive him off." to the airport."

Yang Zhuo: ? ? ?

This TM.

what's going on?

Don't say yes!

Although Li Qing didn't see the results, he knew he would know when he came back, so he pulled Yang Zhuo out: "Chinese New Year is coming soon, let's go home quickly."

When the two left the training room, the door slammed.

Yu Weili and the others couldn't hold back any longer.

"Break 10! Haha!"

"My mother, I really ran into 10!"

"Unimaginable, unimaginable!"

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect that an old man like me could still see our Chinese athletes running 100 meters under the 10-second mark."

"10 seconds!"

Yu Weili's eyes were moist: "It's too difficult! After so many years, a Yang Zhuo finally came out."

Luo Chaoyi was also full of excitement, as someone in the track and field circle.

In their hearts, men's 100 meters can run in less than 10 seconds, which is more important than any Olympic gold medal.

Really.

This is true thinking.

Afterwards, Luo Chaoyi shouted excitedly: "I'll treat guests at noon, we won't go home until we're drunk!"

"Don't get drunk, don't go home!"

Chapter 117

Spring Festival.

Crowds of people.

Fortunately, Yang Zhuo had booked the air ticket in advance, so he could safely return to Shangdu, then take a bus back to Shuicheng County.

of course.

The price of the bus has also increased. It used to be 30 yuan, but now it is 50 yuan.

In the car.

Yang Zhuo leaned against the window wearing a mask.

Another two hours of torture followed.

Because he doesn't like this fully enclosed bus environment.

Very stuffy.

Moreover, the air quality is extremely poor, and I always feel that there is a strange smell and I feel uncomfortable all over.

Next to Yang Zhuo is a girl, wearing a white down jacket, scarf and pink fingerless gloves, she looks very fashionable.

now.

She is wearing earplugs and listening to music.

He sang along in a low voice:

"I would like to turn into a fairy tale

the angel you love

open hands

turn into wings to protect you

"

Hearing the voice, Yang Zhuo subconsciously turned his head and took a look.

Unexpectedly, she was listening to "Fairy Tale".

Seeing him turn his head, the girl smiled and said, "Do you want to listen?"

"No, thank you."

Yang Zhuo refused with a smile.

Then lean back on the seat, close your eyes and rest.

The girl's eyes twinkled.

Can't help but look at him more.

Although wearing a mask, it covered half of his face.

But looking at the temperament between the eyebrows and eyes, it is very good, especially when he smiled just now, it is very beautiful.

The sound is also very nice.

The girl felt that he must be a handsome guy if he took off the mask.

Too bad she couldn't see it.

Yang Zhuo didn't take off his mask all the way.

Shuicheng County.

The county town was bustling with activity, Yang Zhuo was sitting on the bus, when passing through the street, he could hear 04 songs played by the shops on the street.

There is no Fairy Tale.

How should I put it, there are not many people with mobile phones, let alone computers.

Information travels slowly.

Therefore, "Fairy Tale" has become popular in big cities, but in poor rural areas like Shuicheng County, not many people know about it.

fair enough.

Get home with less hassle.

Yangdi Village.

At the intersection of the west end of the village.

Yang Zhuo got off the bus and walked in with the suitcase.

I originally wanted to call my parents to pick it up, but considering that it was very cold, my hands were freezing when I was riding.

So instead of calling, I went back with my suitcase.

In three days it will be New Year's Eve.

The New Year atmosphere in the countryside is already very strong, and there is a sense of joy everywhere.

Entering the street, Yang Zhuo could smell the smoke.

A group of people chatted while warming themselves by the fire.

The huge tree roots make a "pop" sound when burning.

Seeing Yang Zhuo with sharp eyes, he hurriedly said, "Look over there, the kid from Guoqiang's family is back."

Everyone looked to the west.

"I'm back!"

"We are famous in our county."

"Our county? This kid is a celebrity in our city."

"Win several championships this year."

"I heard that he will participate in the Olympics, and he will become famous by then."