Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

"preparation!"

"Snapped!"

The starting gun rang, Yang Zhuo rushed out again without hesitation.

This time there was no rush.

Yang Zhuo started in the third position, not too good, not too bad.

Accelerate with your head down for the first 20 meters, and slowly raise your head after 20 meters.

However, he kept Wang Jie's words in mind, don't explode.

So I subconsciously pay attention to the players on both sides.

Only one was found to keep pace with him.

The rest are half a body short.

So Yang Zhuo started the oppressive running style, always in front of that player.

If you speed up, I will speed up, if you don't speed up, I will stabilize.

Stay ahead anyway.

prep area.

When Wang Jie discovered this situation, she couldn't help laughing.

This kid is so annoying.

of course.

Only she knows Yang Zhuo's true strength and knows it's intentional.

No one else could see it, they just felt that the two were competing.

Chapter 13 [-]m Final

in the stands.

The coach of the city sports school who was chatting, his eyes lit up when he saw Yang Zhuo running.

"Old Li, look at the first one. He has a good body shape. His height, long arms and long legs are very suitable for sprinting."

"It's not bad. It should be on the sports team. It's either a sophomore or a senior. She's too old."

"Pity."

While speaking, Yang Zhuo had already crossed the finish line and won No.1 with a half-length lead.

After trotting for 20 meters, the No.2 player looked at Yang Zhuo while panting.

In the 100-meter sprint, he was suppressed for 80 meters.

I want to surpass it, but I can't do it even though I try my best.

That feeling.

It's really f*cking uncomfortable.

Afterwards, Yang Zhuo went back to check the results.

11 seconds 47.

It was more than half a second away from his best result.

prep area.

After Yang Zhuo came back, he gave Zhao Hu a high five.

Wang Jie also showed a smile on her face, and praised: "It's a good run."

"hey-hey."

"Yang Zhuo, you need to rest well, there is still a 200-meter preliminaries later."

"Ah."

Yang Zhuo nodded.

This is not a school sports meeting, the opponent is not that weak.

Especially in the 200-meter event, although he can run into the second-level athlete level.

But among the sports students in the first and second high schools, there must be some of this level.

Can't be careless.

noon.

classroom.

Zhang Lingling lay on the desk, resting her chin on her hands: "Qianqian, how do you say the competition is going now, has Yang Zhuo won the championship?"

"I don't know, I don't have clairvoyance."

The deskmate rolled his eyes, and then joked: "Our big squad leader cares about Yang Zhuo so much?"

"Bah, everything tastes bad when it comes out of your mouth!"

Zhang Lingling blamed, and then said: "Can I have a sense of collective honor? Yang Zhuo represented our school in the competition. If we win the championship, our class will also be honored."

"Yes, yes, the squad leader taught me the right thing. I lack a sense of collective honor. I'm guilty."

"Virtue!"

Zhang Lingling rolled her eyes, then opened the textbook.

Reading.

in the afternoon.

Yang Zhuo is resting, preparing for the [-]-meter final in one hour.

In today's preliminaries, Er Gao performed well.

He and Zhao Hu entered the 100-meter final, and he and another sportsman entered the 200-meter final.

High jump a final spot.

There is only one final for men's and women's 4×100 meters, and there is no preliminaries.

In addition, girls' 400 meters, shot put, and long jump also have places in the finals.

As for the events that have the strength to win the championship, in addition to Yang Zhuo's 100m and 200m, there are also girls' shot put and long jump.

No other projects will work.

The overall strength is far inferior to Yi Gao.

At the worst time in previous years, I didn't even win a championship.

Which track and field event attracts the most attention and attention?

There is no doubt that it is the men's [-]-meter final.

Even the Olympic Games, no event can match the attention and popularity of the men's [-]-meter final.

and so.

Yang Zhuo is now the core and seed player of No. [-] High School.

Wang Jie was always by his side.

Seeing that the 100-meter final was approaching, she asked with concern: "How is your physical recovery?"

In the 200m preliminaries in the morning, Yang Zhuo met his opponent.

A high-level sports student.

He is about 185 tall, with long legs, and when he steps forward, he is really fast.

Yang Zhuo also ran with all his strength to narrowly win.

Coupled with running 100 meters, the physical exertion is a bit heavy.

"It has fully recovered."

Yang Zhuo stretched his waist: "I will definitely win the championship."

"With your strength, as long as you perform normally, the championship is yours, but"

Wang Jie paused, and continued: "If you want to get tickets to the National Middle School Games, you must not only be a champion, but also perform amazingly enough to attract the attention of the leaders of the Sports Bureau."

In the National Middle School Games, each province has a delegation.

Yang Zhuo doesn't have any connections or connections in this small county.

If you want to enter the delegation, you must have absolute strength.

"Is it the National High School Games?"

Yang Zhuo narrowed his eyes: "I will get this ticket."

Although the national competition is not that high in gold content, it is a good springboard for him.

From there, you can choose the professional athlete route of the provincial team, the route of the college sprint team, or even the route of Bayi and Qianwei Sports Association.

It can be said that the sky is high and birds can fly.

Of course, there is a premise.

That is, he can get on that field and run well.

So Yang Zhuo must fight hard in the 100-meter final of the County Games.

"come on!"

at the same time.

Yigao over there.

The coach is also coaching the three finalists.

"Are you confident?"