Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

However, that was the era of notebooks.

Since entering the era of electric meter, there has never been a person of yellow race entering the [-]-meter final.

At this time.

I saw Yang Zhuo coming to the sidelines with a bag.

Several reporters hurriedly called out.

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

"come on!"

The distance is not too far, Yang Zhuo heard it, smiled and waved.

Seeing the response, several reporters also showed smiles on their faces.

"He's in good form and should be fine."

"Ah."

the other side.

Yang Zhuo put the bag on the ground, took out the spiked shoes and put them on.

He took off his coat again.

Then, like the preliminaries, walk to your own stage with a rope.

Adjust the position of the running aids.

Francis is doing the same.

Yang Zhuo is 4th, and he is 5th.

After adjusting the running aids and pedaling again, after confirming that there was no problem, Francis asked, "Yang! Do you know kung fu? That's it."

As he spoke, he stood up and took a classic Bruce Lee pose: "Ada!"

Yang Zhuo:

"I know a hammer!"

Francis froze: "What's a hammer?"

Yang Zhuo:

"There are people in our country who know kung fu, but very few. Of course I don't."

"OK then."

Francis spread his hands: "If I can, I plan to take you as my teacher!"

After chatting for a few words.

Yang Zhuo returned to the open space behind, running and jumping for the final warm-up.

Francis was at the side: "Yang, compare and see who can jump higher."

After speaking, he jumped on the spot, a conservative estimate of 1.4 meters.

Yang Zhuo didn't speak, and jumped along.

Around 1.5 meters.

"Wow!"

Francis gave a thumbs up: "Your jumping ability is amazing!"

At this time, Yang Zhuo suddenly became interested, and said with a smile: "Chico, do you know how to say "力力" in Chinese?"

Francis shook his head.

"I teach you!"

A smirk floated on the corner of Yang Zhuo's mouth, and he said, "Chinese language is awesome!"

"Niu~bi?"

Francis then repeated it.

"Haha, you've studied well!"

Yang Zhuo was a little happy.

Francis was also very happy, giving a thumbs up: "niu~bi!"

sidelines.

Li Qing and Feng Shuyong looked at Yang Zhuo curiously.

"What is he talking about with Francis? He looks very happy!"

"Who knows then!"

Feng Shuyong leaned on the railing: "Being able to laugh proves that the mind is relaxed, which is a good thing."

"Yes, as long as you relax and run, the rematch will not be a problem for Yang Zhuo."

Seeing that Yang Zhuo was in good condition, Li Qing felt relieved, and continued: "In this group, only Francis is stronger. Even if there is a dark horse in the rest, it will not be able to threaten Yang Zhuo's promotion."

While the two were talking, the live broadcast had already begun to introduce the players.

Compared with the preliminaries, the audience in the rematch is more and more enthusiastic.

After introducing the players, the game will begin immediately.

before the starting line.

Yang Zhuo squatted down and kicked the running machine, then stood up again, moved his wrists and ankles, and made a movement of swinging his arms.

Francis next to him is praying with his eyes closed.

At this moment, the starting sound sounded from the horn.

"On-your-marks!"

This is the password for everyone.

So, all eight players squatted down in front of the starting line, pressed their hands on the track, and stepped on the running aids.

The referees at the starting point will check as usual.

Feedback to the referee after confirming that there is no problem.

Yang Zhuo took a deep breath.

Be prepared.

In the stands, the audience's voice instantly dropped a lot.

They are all quietly waiting for the game to start.

But the sudden silence also added invisible pressure to the players on the field.

Yang Zhuo looked down at the plastic runway, concentrating on it.

Except for the sound of my own "thumping" heartbeat, I could hardly hear anything.

next second.

"SET!"

The prepared password sounded.

Yang Zhuo arched his body in an instant, like a racing car with more horsepower ready to rush out.

There is explosive power in the body.

Just waiting for the starting gun to go off.

"Snapped!"

The electronic starting gun sounded.

Through the horn on each runner's running aid, it reaches their ears.

Yang Zhuo's body instantly changed from stillness to movement.

With a strong kick on the front foot, the whole body is ejected.

At the same time, huge cheers erupted from the quiet scene.

The audience is excited.

At the same time, the reaction time of the eight players was also displayed on the start reaction timer.

Francis 1st: 1.39 seconds.

Yang Zhuodi 2: 1.42 seconds.

The remaining 6 people did not respond as well as the two of them.

Acceleration from start is not as good.

When the 30 meters began to rise, Yang Zhuo and Francis were already in the leading position.

Even so, Yang Zhuo still didn't relax.

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The [-]-meter race changes rapidly.

He definitely doesn't want to lose his chance to advance because of carelessness.

In that case, it is unforgivable.

"Puff puff."

The fast and powerful scissors of the legs, and the sound of the friction between the spikes and the runway are also very rhythmic.

Even nice to hear.

Every time Yang Zhuo hit the ground with his forefoot, he made a pawing motion.

But ordinary viewers can't see it.