Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

Hearing this, Yang Zhuo was secretly happy, and continued to ask: "Then how is the school managed?"

"The school has a clear rule that students are not allowed to borrow the name of Peking University for any endorsement, and they have to go through the school's review, which cannot affect the school's reputation. There are no other requirements. As for the share, it is very loose. The school 10%, the athletics association 5%."

Yang Zhuo summed it up in his heart.

10% for the school and 5% for the Athletics Association.

Means he can get 85%.

In the previous life, Liu Feiren's endorsement share was not only given to the auxiliary intermediary company, the Athletic Association, but also to the Modu Field Management Center. In the end, only 58.5% was obtained.

of course.

Beijing University's training conditions are poor, and there are no perfect coaches and logistics teams.

But after Yang Zhuo became famous, he could hire him with his own money.

For example, agents, coaches, masseurs, etc., he can hire them himself without too much cost.

Overall it is very cost-effective.

Seeing that Yang Zhuo was deep in thought, Li Qing hit the iron while the iron was hot: "Yang Zhuo, as long as you come to Peking University, I will definitely fight for the best treatment for you, and you will go through the formalities when you go back, and you will be admitted in September."

"Okay! I promise!"

"Really?"

Li Qing showed joy on his face: "That's good! You leave me your address, and I will communicate with the school immediately after I go back, and then send someone to your home to communicate with your parents."

This matter can't be decided by the two of them, it has to follow the procedure.

Of course, as long as Yang Zhuo is willing, the procedure is just a formality.

Then Yang Zhuo left him the detailed address of his home and the phone number of Grandma Xia's home in the front yard.

2 minute later.

Li Qing left.

Only then did Wang Jie step forward: "The talk is over? Do you agree?"

"accepted!"

"Are you sure you want to go to the Peking University team?"

Yang Zhuo nodded.

"Beijing University is also very good. I inquired about it. This coach is a national coach. He has coached the national team before. He is not bad to teach you."

Then, Wang Jie took out her mobile phone: "Are you sure, I have to report to the principal, he is still waiting for news."

As soon as he finished speaking, he called Sun Xingmin.

"Hey! Principal, um, Yang Zhuo has agreed to go to Peking University, and he has already gone back to school to go through the procedures, and the result will be the day after tomorrow at the earliest."

"Good good!"

Sun Xingmin said hello three times.

very excited.

This is also the answer he most wants to hear.

After all, No. [-] High School has not yet produced a single student from Beijing University.

If Yang Zhuo was specially recruited, it would be regarded as a historic breakthrough.

"Let's do this first. It happens that the sports meeting will be two days away. If Beijing University confirms that everything is fine, remember to let me know and pull up the banner at that time."

After hanging up the phone, Sun Xingmin wanted the staff to directly order the banner of Yang Zhuo being admitted to Beijing University, but he held back.

After all, the dust has not settled, and it would be embarrassing if something went wrong.

but.

You have to tell Chief Huang the result first.

"Hey, Director Huang, Yang Zhuo has agreed to the invitation from Peking University, yes, but there are still procedures to follow, it may take two or three days, please do so, I will notify you as soon as possible, yes."

In addition to Yang Zhuo winning the men's 100-meter sprint event, he also won the women's shot put championship.

With two gold medals in the account, the whole delegation relaxed.

There is no more stress.

Just do your best for the next game.

In this case, although Yang Zhuo, Cui Hao, and the other two team members did not cooperate well enough, they still successfully advanced to the final.

in the afternoon.

The men's 4×100m final is about to begin.

in the audience.

Zhao Guofu and Xue Yue looked at it with an attitude of appreciation.

I was not as nervous and worried as I was in the [-]-meter final on the first day.

Wang Jie was also on the side: "Although the teams in Nanyue and Shanghai are very strong, I think we still have a good chance."

Zhao Guofu sighed: "It's hard, except for Cui Hao and Yang Zhuo, the strength of the remaining two people is a bit far behind."

Xue Yue was very relaxed: "Look, it's fun to win a medal, and it's okay not to win a medal."

Following the broadcast prompt, the men's 4% x 100m final entered the preparation stage.

Start immediately.

Shuicheng County.

in front of the TV.

Zhang Lingling was staring at the screen.

Next to her is her younger sister, 10-year-old Zhang Xiaoxiao.

"Sister, what is this?"

"The competition is four people running 100 meters each to see which team reaches the finish line first."

As she spoke, Zhang Lingling pointed to the third runway: "This is our team from Nanhe Province. You have to cheer for them later."

"Ah."

While speaking, there was a gunshot on the screen.

The men's 4×100m final has begun.

The Nanhe provincial team responded well in the first round, and their cornering skills were not bad, and they were not pulled away too much.

But when it came to the second straight, it was no good. I was in the fifth position, and I was far behind.

The third player is Cui Hao. He is relatively stronger and has the best cornering skills.

But the first two sticks have been pulled a long way.

Feeling a little helpless.

"Sister, are you going to lose?"

Zhang Lingling didn't speak, she felt that she was about to lose.

at the same time.

in the stands.

Zhao Guofu shook his head helplessly: "No, the first two bats are too far behind."

"Not necessarily, Cui Hao has already caught up to No. 4, and he still has a chance to win a medal."

As soon as Wang Jie's voice fell, Yang Zhuo saw Cui Hao approaching and started to run immediately.

"Yang Zhuo!"

Cui Hao shouted.

After Yang Zhuo heard it, he straightened his arms backwards, with his palms facing down.

The moment he felt the baton being placed in his hand, he held it tightly, and then ran forward desperately, regardless of anything.

Rush!

Slacker rush!

in the stands.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Guofu swears: "Yang Zhuo started to speed up!"

Yang Zhuo is like a speeding car, constantly increasing its horsepower to surpass the opponent in front.

"Ah! It's more than one, it's third!"

Wang Jie shouted excitedly.

Xue Yue also had a shocked expression on his face: "Damn it, it's still accelerating, and it's about to catch up to the second one!"

"Catch up, catch up!"

in the audience.

The audience was a little dumbfounded.

This Yang Zhuo's last blow was too fierce, the speed almost crushed the other seven opponents.

Faster than the [-]m final.

Really fast.

Because there is a starting process in the 4-meter final, and the last leg of the 100×[-]-meter can be accelerated in advance.

It is valid as long as the handover is completed within the handover area.

At that time, Yang Zhuo's speed had already increased to a certain level, and in the next three or four seconds, the speed was increased to the highest.

Compared with the top speed, no one present is his opponent.