Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

There are hundreds of people.

"Yang Zhuojun!"

"Yang Zhuojun!"

"Yang Zhuojun!"

Many people can pronounce his name in Chinese.

Yang Zhuo waved hello to the fans under the guard of the staff, causing a burst of excited cheers.

"Thank you for your support! I will run with good results tomorrow!"

After speaking, he entered the stadium under the guard of the staff.

The remaining group of fans began to discuss.

"What did Yang Zhuojun just say?"

"I understand Chinese, Yang Zhuojun thank you for our support, I will run a good result tomorrow!"

"Yang Zhuojun is so kind!"

"Yang Zhuo is the pride of our Asia, the pride of the yellow race!"

"Yeah, he has a huge following in Europe."

"Yang Zhuojun is too strong!"

"I'm so excited to watch his game live tomorrow."

the other side.

Yang Zhuo came to the stadium and saw an acquaintance - Francis.

"Hello! Yang!"

The big man took the initiative to come over to say hello.

Yang Zhuo touched his fist with him: "Chico, it's a pity we can't compete in the same field!"

He did not participate in the 200-meter event.

Also unable to participate.

This kind of grand prix is ​​the same as the golden league, and they are all compared on the same day.

A total of two or three hours.

If Yang Zhuo participates in the 200 meters, it means that he can only rest for less than two hours in the middle, or even only a few 10 minutes.

This is a great burden on the body.

Therefore, basically no one runs two projects.

They only choose their own main items.

"No! At the World Championships, I will enter the 200-meter final, and you will also enter. Then we will meet again."

Speaking of this, Francis put on an annoyed expression: "I turned 200 meters to avoid you, but you came again, hell!"

"Hahaha!"

Yang Zhuo was a little happy: "Blame me!"

After chatting for a few words, Yang Zhuo put on spikes and ran on the track.

feel good.

the next day.

2:50pm.

Yang Zhuo is checking in the checking room.

At the same time, in the studio of Plaster Country TV.

Two commentators are chatting.

"This is Yang Zhuojun's first match this year, and Osaka is very honored."

"Yes, Yang Zhuojun is the glory of the yellow race. Let the whole world know that the yellow race can also break the 100-meter world record. It's a pity that he is not from our country."

"Yang Zhuojun has been training for several months. I don't know if his strength has improved again. I look forward to him breaking the world record again."

"If we can create a world record in Osaka, then we will all be honored. Unfortunately, without a strong opponent, it is difficult to break the world record."

"Yeah, Asafa Powell and Tyson Gay are not here. If the three of them compete together, they may have a chance to set a record."

While commenting and chatting, the 9 participating athletes entered the arena under the leadership of the staff.

The voice of the commentary also became excited in an instant.

"The contestants have already appeared, and the [-]-meter trapeze battle is about to begin! Not only our country's Asahara Shinji and Tsukahara Naoki, but also the world's trapeze man, China Flying Dragon Yang Zhuo! I believe this will be a wonderful competition, and my blood is already boiling !let us wait and see!"

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on site.

The audience in the stands immediately cheered when they saw Yang Zhuo and the others appear.

There are even more people calling Yang Zhuo's name than Xuanzhi Asahara.

It is enough to see his popularity in the plaster country.

In addition, there are many foreign students from Huaxia, waving bright red flags in the auditorium.

After Yang Zhuo waved to the audience to say hello, he adjusted the running gear on his own.

The on-site commentary is to introduce the 9 players one by one.

First course: Madik, Slovenia

The second way: Chaoyuan Xuanzhi, plaster country

Third Road: Thompson, Trinidad and Tobago

Fourth Road: Yang Zhuo, Huaxia

Fifth Avenue: Fasuba, Nigeria

Most of these 9 players are acquaintances.

Even Nobuji Asahara and Naoki Tsukahara from Plaster Country met Yang Zhuo at the Asian Games.

Without exception, they were crushed.

Although this time the competition was in Plaster Country, Yang Zhuo still didn't have any intention of keeping his hand.

Even run a little better.

Crush them again!

After a few minutes.

"On-your-marks!"

The starter starts calling.

The noisy scene suddenly fell silent.

Yang Zhuo took a deep breath, and squatted down in front of the starting line.

For the first game of this year, there must be a good result.

Good start!

"Snapped!"

The game guns rang out.

In an instant, the nine contestants rushed out like arrows leaving the string.

The stadium that had just quieted down suddenly became noisy again.

The sound of cheering in Japanese followed closely.

The local spectators are all cheering for the players from Plaster Country, while the overseas students from Huaxia are all cheering for Yang Zhuo.

Only the sound was blocked.

TV live room.

"At the start of the race, Tsukahara-kun's start was very good, and Yang Zhuo-kun was not behind!"

In the eyes of the commentator, it is already a great honor to not lag behind Yang Zhuo in the future.

After all, Yang Zhuo is the world champion and the world record holder.

Each of them hoped that Asahara Xuanzhi could beat Yang Zhuo, and they only hoped that they could run as well as possible.

"Yang Zhuo-jun is speeding up! Tsukahara-kun hold on, don't be pulled away too much!"

The commentary got a little hysterical.

This is their style.

"Immersive" commentary, as if running on the field by yourself.

however.

Interpretation's expectations are destined to be just expectations.

After 45 meters, Yang Zhuo took big strides and quickly distanced himself from the others.

Naoki Tsukahara swung his arms vigorously, looking at Yang Zhuo in front of him.

This is Osaka, the country of plaster!

He didn't want to lose so ugly.

Speeding up desperately, trying to catch up with Yang Zhuo.

But in vain.

Yang Zhuo became farther and farther away in his sight.

Yang Zhuo didn't plan to put too much water, so they could only be crushed.