Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

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Didn't expect it to be so coincidental.

"I'm not lying to you! I really want to call you."

"Then I will trust you once."

An Yufei also got under the covers: "Yang Zhuo, tomorrow is the new year, what are you going to do?"

"Go to sleep!"

Yang Zhuo pulled the quilt over the net: "On the morning of the first day of the new year, I usually go out to pay New Year's greetings, but I don't want to go, I'd better sleep."

"Hey, me too, sleep in late in the morning, and then get up to ask for a red envelope!"

"You reminded me, tomorrow I have to ask my parents for red envelopes."

"Hey."

An Yufei smiled a little naively: "I reminded you, so, give me half of the red envelope!"

"No problem, I guess I can ask for 200 yuan in New Year's money, and you will share half of it when you return to the capital."

Just as Yang Zhuo finished speaking, there was a "chirp" outside.

Immediately afterwards, "Boom~~哗哗哗!"

After hearing the sound, An Yufei asked, "Are you setting off fireworks?"

"Yes, I'll go and see!"

After speaking, Yang Zhuo got off the bed, ran to the balcony and looked in the direction of the street.

Fireworks continue to rise into the sky and explode.

Colorful and very beautiful.

The fireworks are not set off by individuals, but collectively.

That is, each family pays 100 yuan. If the family is better, they can pay more, but they are not forced.

Therefore, Yang Guoqiang paid 1000 yuan.

Fireworks bought with the money I scraped together.

It's started now.

"There are still fireworks to watch, I'm so envious, we don't allow fireworks here."

"Then you can come to us to see it, and we will let it go."

The speaker had no intention of listening, and An Yufei blushed immediately: "I'm not going!"

Only then did Yang Zhuo realize that it was not good for him to say so, so he quickly changed the subject: "Qi Qian, when are you going back to the capital after the Chinese New Year?"

"Maybe on the tenth day of the junior high school, I still have to go to Jingdian to attend classes."

"Ah."

the next day.

morning.

Yang Guoqiang went out to visit the New Year with his neighbors, while Zhang Yumin followed a few aunts to a Taoist temple two kilometers away.

Burn incense and pray for blessings.

Basically go every Spring Festival.

The door of the house is locked.

Only Yang Zhuo was at home alone, lying in bed in a daze.

Another new year.

And, it's already February 2th.

There is only one and a half years left before the Beijing Olympic Games.

It feels long, yet feels short.

Bolt.

If nothing else, he has now started running the 100 meters.

In addition to him, Tyson Gay's strength will definitely improve to a certain extent.

Plus Asafa Powell.

It can be said to be three powerful enemies.

Yang Zhuo took a deep breath.

Now he starts normally, and the limit is almost 9 seconds 70.

With an explosive start, he will definitely be able to run under 9 seconds, but he doesn't know where the limit is.

After all, I haven't run in a big race, so I don't have a reference.

"Can Bolt, who is at his peak, win?"

Yang Zhuo couldn't help thinking about this question.

But no answer.

Bolt's run was world class.

With a height of 196cm and two pairs of long legs, once he steps forward, his speed is simply invincible.

Even if Qian Cheng lags behind, after 50 meters or 60 meters, he will start to overtake.

of course.

Yang Zhuo's running on the way is also not weak, and he is also the world's top.

Many gold medals are won by running at high speed.

If they compete in the same field, it is not certain who will win or lose.

and.

Yang Zhuo still has the trump card of an explosive start, and Bolt's height cannot use this explosive start.

He is now looking forward to meeting Bolt more and more.

Preferably with Powell, Tyson Gay and Gatlin.

Five of them run a game.

That will definitely make people excited and become one of the most classic races in the history of the [-] meters.

"Drip."

A text message rang.

Pulling Yang Zhuo out of his thoughts, he glanced at it, it was a text message of Chinese New Year greetings.

I have received many messages this morning.

Those of college classmates, those of the staff of the Field Management Center, and those of An Yufei.

No matter who sent it, he would reply.

"Hey! Start calling New Year's greetings!"

After Yang Zhuo replied the text message, he started to call for New Year greetings.

For example, coaches Li Qing, Wang Jie, the head coach and deputy head coach of the track and field team, and friends like Zhang Lingling, Yang Duoduo, Liu Xiang, Dayao, and Hu Kai.

the other side.

An Yufei made several phone calls to Yang Zhuo, but they were all on the phone.

"Who are you calling? It's been several minutes."

An Yufei muttered.

1 minute later.

Yang Zhuo called: "Cissy, Happy New Year!"

"Hey, happy new year! I called you just now, but I was on the phone."

"I'm calling the coaches and the others to pay New Year's greetings, they are all elders."

"Uh-huh."

An Yufei was sitting on the sofa, holding a doll in her arms: "Today I received 500 yuan for the New Year's money."

Hearing this, Yang Zhuo suddenly remembered her birthday, and said, "Qiqian, you seem to be a month older than me, and you are also a sister, right? Are you planning to give me lucky money?"

"Pfft a month doesn't count!"

"Why don't you forget it, a big day is a big day!"

"Think beautifully!"

An Yufei said coquettishly, "No!"

Yang Zhuo was a little amused: "Then call me brother, and I'll give you lucky money!"

"elder brother!"

An Yufei gave a sweet cry.

Yang Zhuo didn't expect that she would really shout, and she shouted so sweetly.

"You are so amazing!"

"Ang! I've already called, bring the New Year's money!"

An Yufei was a little playful, but also a little proud.

"Okay! I owe it first, and I will give it to you when I return to the capital."