Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Wang Jinghua didn't doubt it, but wanted to sell some of the stocks in her own hands.

night.

Yang Zhuo lay down on the bed after washing, and dialed An Yufei's phone: "Sissy!"

Hearing his voice, An Yufei was a little happy: "Are you done?"

"I've already finished my work. Sister Hua came to see me and had a meal together. It hasn't been half an hour since I sent it off."

"Ooo."

An Yufei was wearing a powder nightgown, lying on the bed: "Then why are you calling me when you're not sleeping?"

"I miss you!"

As soon as these words came out, An Yufei's heart beat faster: "I don't believe you!"

Yang Zhuo didn't get entangled in this topic, and continued: "Cissy, the villa I bought last year seems to be handed over soon, so come take a look with me next month."

2.7 Although the villa is only used to confuse the media.

But definitely stay once in a while.

I have to look at the room and think about how to decorate it.

"Why did you ask me to look at it for you when you bought a villa?"

"Well, you are so beautiful, you must have good eyesight, help me as a staff officer."

"Giggle."

An Yufei smiled: "Then you have to treat me to a meal."

"no problem."

After chatting for half an hour, Yang Zhuo hung up the phone.

Ready to rest.

Although the World Championships are over, tomorrow I have to train as usual, maintain my condition, and prepare for the remaining games.

in the bedroom.

Yang Zhuo lay on the bed, arms folded, thinking about next year's Olympics.

Only one Olympic gold medal away!

This grand slam must be won.

As for the 200-meter event, he didn't think about it.

Although Yang Zhuo has strong speed and endurance, he is still inferior to Bolt at his peak in the 200-meter event.

After those long legs moved forward, the advantage was too great.

If he can have a height of more than 1.9 meters, maybe he has a chance to win.

No chance at my current height.

but.

Yang Zhuo didn't think it was a pity, after all, 100 meters had more influence.

Relying on explosive starting, coupled with high-speed endurance, he can compete with Bolt within a distance of 100 meters.

"It's wrong to get a silver medal in the 200 meters!"

Thinking of this, Yang Zhuo slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 277 Holding hands for the first time

Time flies.

A month passed quickly.

Yang Zhuo's results in the remaining two games of the Golden League are not bad.

Brussels station, 9 seconds 92, gold medal.

Berlin station, 9 seconds 90, gold medal.

Then he participated in the IAAF Finals and won the championship again with a time of 9 seconds.

At the same time, he won the IAAF Male Athlete of the Year Award.

This is the third consecutive year that Yang Zhuo has won the best male athlete of the year.

It is also because his performance this year is so good that he broke the world record and the World Championships record in succession, achieving double championships in the 100m and 200m, ranking first in the international rankings in both events.

It seems unreasonable not to give him an award.

After participating in the Athletic Federation Finals, Yang Zhuo had no time to rest, and rushed to Shanghai without stopping to participate in the Shanghai Golden Grand Prix.

On their own site, the audience is basically domestic sports fans and fans, so naturally they can't be too watery.

Therefore, Yang Zhuo ran a time of 9 seconds and won the Magic City Grand Prix for three consecutive times.

But Liu Xiang was not in good condition and only took the third place.

To be honest, Yeon-joo is worried about his body.

Injuries were more serious in the previous life. If you still compete too frequently in this life, the injuries may still be unavoidable.

but.

This kind of matter is beyond Yang Zhuo's control, after all, he is neither a coach nor a leader.

I can only hope that he will not follow the old path of his previous life.

Even if you don't win the championship, getting a silver medal is better than retiring.

After the Magic City Grand Prix, it also means that all the competitions of Yang Zhuo this year are over.

The next step is to prepare for next year's Olympics.

Beijing.

An Yufei circled around Yang Zhuo: "Well, handsome!!"

Yang Zhuo:

"Sissy, we need to wear sunglasses and a hat when we go out. You can put on my makeup and no one else can see it!"

The two made an appointment to see the villa together today.

An Yufei took the initiative to ask for makeup for him.

Yang Zhuo himself has a very good foundation, except for a little tan, his skin is not bad, and he looks even more handsome with a little makeup.

"Hey, it's fine if I can see it!"

An Yufei had a happy face.

Yang Zhuo couldn't help but look at her delicate appearance.

Looking at each other, their hearts beat faster.

An Yufei's cheeks were stained pink, and she ran away in the next second.

At the door, I shouted: "Let's go! It's getting late!"

After speaking, he ran into the yard.

Yang Zhuo stood where he was, with a smile on his face, then put on his peaked cap and sunglasses, and followed him out.

This time I went out without driving that Hummer.

Too conspicuous on the road.

Instead, he drove that Mercedes-Benz.

An Yufei was sitting in the co-pilot, wearing sunglasses and holding a hat in her hand, she was in a good mood: "Yang Zhuo, after seeing the house, where shall we go for dinner?"

"Last time I promised you that I would accompany me to look at the house and treat you to dinner, so you have the final say!"

"That's it."

An Yufei tilted her head and glanced at him, then said with a smile: "Then go to my house, my mother keeps nagging you to come as a guest."

"Isn't that why you invite me to dinner?"

"Well, you continue to owe me the meal, and invite me when you come back from your hometown."

Yang Zhuo finished the Shanghai Grand Prix this time, and the field management center gave him a two-week vacation.

Go home and stay for ten days before coming back to the capital.

After a while, I will go to Nanyun Province for winter training.

As for the Spring Festival Gala.

The director team also had an invitation, but he still declined.

Wait until next year to see.

If you win the Olympic champion in Beijing, then you can go to the Spring Festival Gala again.

Otherwise it is not necessary.

"Okay! When I get back, I'll bring something delicious."

About half an hour.

Yang Zhuo started to come to the villa area on the East Fourth Ring Road.

Just let the young lady send it to the door of the villa. After opening the door, they went in to see by themselves.

After all, identity is too sensitive.

When there are outsiders, you have to pay attention to what you say.

in the villa.

An Yufei looked at the bare rough house: "How big is the building area?"

"Counting the basement, it should be more than 900 square meters. I don't remember the details."