Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

All competitions have only preliminaries and finals.

There is no rematch.

It can be compared in one day.

Moreover, for the sake of fairness, each project is divided into grades.

Senior one, senior two and senior three are not in the same group.

Therefore, this school sports meeting did not pose any challenge to Yang Zhuo.

morning.

The first is the men's 100m preliminaries, which is also everyone's favorite.

There are 14 classes in the first year of high school, with a total of 28 students, divided into 4 groups, the first in each group advances, and the remaining four places will be calculated according to the results.

playground.

They ran to both sides and were full of high school students.

The third class is in the middle position.

The first group has finished running, and the second group will start soon, with Yang Zhuo in it.

Right now he is warming up.

Wang Jie came over: "By the way, Xiao Zhuo, I forgot to mention something, and I even quoted you 200 meters."

Yang Zhuo:

Knowing that he would react like this, Wang Jie showed a sly smile on her face: "The 100 meters is too stressful for you, it's all about exercise!"

Yang Zhuo:

What can I say?

run chant.

2 minute later.

The men's 100-meter preliminaries in senior one, the second group, officially started.

"Everyone take their places!"

A chubby, short gym teacher is in charge of calling the shots.

Yang Zhuo squatted down in front of the starting line.

Did not look at the opponent.

Because the biggest enemy in this game is only himself.

In the last test, Wang Jie didn't tell him the result.

Can't hide it this time?

the other side.

The three classes of onlookers were all excited.

"It's about to start."

"How much do you think Yang Zhuo can lead?"

"At least half a second."

"Anyway, we must win."

Zhang Lingling is full of confidence.

Next to her, the monitor of the second class knew her, and he said unwillingly: "You are sure to win before the competition? Our class is not bad in strength, and it is not certain who will win."

Zhang Lingling wanted to laugh.

Even Zhao Hu, a senior in high school among the sports students, can't beat Yang Zhuo, so their class still wants to win?

at this time.

There was a "pop" gunshot.

Chapter 7 Preliminary Crushing (Please ask for flowers, please evaluate tickets!)

The game started.

Although Yang Zhuo's reaction was not as good as Zhao Hu's, it was definitely crushing among ordinary freshman students.

The first rushed out.

Start is the first.

This was within his expectation, but he didn't relax, he just wanted to see what kind of results he could run.

So he swung his arms desperately and accelerated his pace.

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

I just wanted to shout for cheer, but I held back.

This is still called wool?

Yang Zhuo was the first at the start, pulling away several others in less than 20 meters.

"Fuck!"

"Is this fucking human?"

"so fast!"

"There is no suspense."

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Yang Zhuo ran to the center.

Zhang Lingling shouted excitedly: "Come on, Yang Zhuo! Come on, shift three!"

"Come on, Yang Zhuo! Come on, Class Three!"

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next to the finish line.

The physical education teacher in charge of timing was a little confused. The competition in the first group can be said to be evenly matched.

Not too much difference when crossing the line.

What about this group?

No.1 has already led the second by nearly 10 meters.

Just TM outrageous.

"Whoosh!"

Yang Zhuo quickly crossed the finish line, and the timing teacher accurately pressed the stopwatch.

After Yang Zhuo, it took almost a second for No.2 to cross the finish line.

Cheers erupted from Class Three!

"Win, win!"

"Yang Zhuo is awesome!"

"Yang Zhuo is amazing!"

At this time, Zhang Lingling looked at the monitor of class 2: "What did you just say? It doesn't matter who wins or loses?"

Class 2 monitor:

The slap came too fast.

This Yang Zhuo is simply not a person.

at the same time.

Yang Zhuo went back to the timing teacher: "Teacher, how much did I run?"

The timing teacher looked at him like a monster: "11 seconds 17."

Hearing this number, Yang Zhuo was not at all excited.

It feels so slow.

Note 11 seconds, according to the rules, add 17, that is to say, Yang Zhuo's score is only 0.24 seconds.

It is still far from the standard of 10 seconds 93 for national first-level athletes.

Seeing Yang Zhuo's expression, Teacher Ji almost got angry.

What the fuck are you still not satisfied with?

No. 2 is only 12 seconds, leading by more than 38 second abruptly.

It's off the charts.

At this time.

Wang Jie also came over to have a look, and she couldn't help sighing when she learned that Yang Zhuo's time was 11 seconds.

Improved again!

It may be because of the exciting atmosphere in the arena, and maybe the finals can improve a little bit.

If you can run into 11.

Wang Jie didn't dare to think about it.

It is not uncommon for high school freshmen to run under 11 seconds across the country.

But most of them are sports students in key schools, and they started professional training in junior high school.

And Yang Zhuo's amateur training has not added up to two weeks.

After the 100 meters, Yang Zhuo still has 200 meters to go.

Just move around casually to keep your body warm.