Tiandi Red Packet Group

Chapter 137
Agricultural University playground, the central big football field.

At this time, the track and field field is like a blooming flower, each department is a piece of huge petals, and the location of the shot put competition is the central style.

In the sea of ​​people, the shot put competition center attracts the attention of all.

"Fatty. Throw hard."

In the middle of the bustling arena, Li Fei said to a fat man of tonnage level.

Fat brother is covered with fat, 1.9 meters tall and weighs more than 260 kilograms.

He turned around, like a big ship turning the rudder, the fat on his body was like waves, one layer after another, one after another.

"Don't worry, Brother Fei."

Fat Brother said firmly.

Li Fei said that as long as he wins, he will be treated to a meal.

Whatever he eats.

Zhou Guoqing looked at the fat man with worry on his face; he looked at the gate of the track and field field, fluttering and anxious.

"Third Brother. You are finally here."

The game has already started, however, Qin Feng finally made his debut.

A handsome guy, wearing a windbreaker, is extremely handsome.

Behind him was one after another, connecting four beauties, so beautiful that it didn't make sense.

"Ten kilograms, 19 meters, 23 centimeters."

Just as Qin Feng walked over, a student referee shouted loudly.

He was yelling at Qin Feng.

"19 meters two three!"

"Wow. Last year's champion seemed to be only 18 meters."

"It seems that Fat Brother's strength is as unshakable as his figure."

All the student audience exclaimed with memories.

Throwing ten kilograms close to 20 meters is indeed a superhuman performance. This kind of strength is very good.

Fat Brother glanced at Qin Feng as if showing off, and then said, "It's your turn."

"Wait a minute. Get the shot put."

The referee student was talking to Li Fei on the side, and asked Qin Feng to hold the shot put to consume energy, which seemed very reasonable.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

Zhang Ziyi said worriedly.

"Referee, what are you doing?"

Zhou Guoqing also shouted.

Qin Feng was really holding the shot put, and waited obediently. The shot put is ten kilograms, and it is not bad if he can lift it up.

After more than ten minutes of mentioning it, I must be exhausted.

"Wait a minute, what's the rush?"

The student referee responded impatiently while talking.

"Almost."

Immediately afterwards, Li Fei glanced at Qin Feng, and then said, "Look at how messed up he is if he doesn't lose. It's embarrassing for me. I'll let you smash my own foot."

With a light smile, Qin Feng didn't care at all.

When the referee came over, Qin Feng was like a fool, and said with an indifferent smile: "Is it all right?"

"Why are you in such a hurry. How far can you throw it?"

The referee said with a disdain.

Hitting Qin Feng, giving Qin Feng psychological pressure, making Qin Feng completely unable to score points, this is the tactic he adopted.

As long as Qin Feng's grades are a mess, he will have two packs of cigarettes.

"I don't know how far I can throw. By the way, will we still use this shot put in the next game?"

"Nonsense. Use which one instead of this one."

"Then if I lose it and it affects the next game, it won't be said that my result is invalid."

"As long as it can be measured, it will never affect the results." The student referee said disdainfully, "Even if you throw it to the edge of the field, I can pick it up."

"You testify?"

Qin Feng pointed to Fat Brother and said.

"I testify."

Fat Brother patted his chest and said solemnly.

However, he couldn't hold back and laughed outright.

This is the biggest joke he's ever heard.

Someone actually said that the shot put was lost, this incident is a joke, unless Qin Feng is stupid, otherwise, he would never say such a thing.

boom!
As soon as the words were finished, Qin Feng threw the shot put out of his hand.

The shot put, like a badminton flying high, directly flew in the air with a graceful arc, like a leaf, causing a burst of exclamation.

so amazing.

This arc, was the [-]kg shot put thrown just now?

boom!
When the shot put landed, everyone's hearts fell to the ground.

"Ok?"

After the shot put hit the ground, all the people wiped their eyes and couldn't believe it, this is reality.

Silence.

There was no sound at all.

All the people had their mouths wide open, as if they had swallowed an egg and turned into petrification.

"What just happened?"

Facing the broadcasting microphone, the host on the rostrum spoke out his inner marvel in a daze, it was really amazing.

But no one answered his question.

"You can go and measure."

Qin Feng shrugged and said to the referee beside him.

"Uh……"

The student referee regained his composure, and looked at Qin Feng, as if he was looking at a monster in Ultraman Tiga, and felt that his body was not his own.

"What happened?"

Had an accident?
The director of the teacher who was in charge of the security work outside the stadium came in. Seeing the situation inside, their eyes were full of panic.

Track and field competition, this is an exciting picture.

How could there be a silent scene.

Must be except the problem.

It's over, is this the rhythm of wages being deducted?

"Shot put, shot put—"

Facing the director's question, the student referee pointed to a round pit not far from one end of the football field, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

"What?"

growled the director.

He knew it was a shot put game.

What he wanted to know was who was injured and whether it was serious or not.

"The shot put hit the ground."

After connecting for a long time, the student referee finally made sense of this sentence.

"what?"

The director couldn't believe it.

He walked over to the hole, and at this moment, the eyes looking at the hole, just like the audience on the stage, froze immediately.

"Measure."

Qin Feng shouted.

Said that as long as he can throw it, he can pick it up.

Fat Brother can testify.

Could this be false.

Now there is a hole that big in the shot put. Does it mean that the result is invalid?

He gave Qin Feng a stern sentence and said that the student referee's hands and feet are not the same as his own, and he measured them on the ground with a dizzy feeling.

"23 meters!"

After the measurement, he said profusely in sweat.

"Male god, male god!"

At this time, no matter which department the students stood up at the same time, the applause was like thunder.

Screams, exclamations.

Like a wave, sweeping across the entire track and field.

Almost in time for the Olympics.

The very angry director was exaggerated by the surrounding environment, and his blood boiled involuntarily, and he danced with the crowd.

"Will win, win!"

"Male god, boy."

"Qin Feng, Qin Feng."

One slogan after another, one layer after another.

"Brother Fei."

Behind the crowd, Fat Brother called out to Li Fei.

Li Fei clenched his fists tightly, but didn't say a word.

He lost.

Lost in a mess.

If he continues to be exposed to the crowd, it is not difficult to deny that the whole school will spit in unison and let him be drowned.

For safety, he left.

When leaving, looking at Qin Feng, envy and jealousy ignited at the same time.

Killed by himself again.

In the afternoon, when Qin Feng went to participate in the javelin competition, the student referee bought Qin Feng a bottle of Red Bull, he handed it to Qin Feng, and said with a look of relief: "Dude, you can throw it in the air, just throw it in front, don't go underground Ah. The shot put in the morning has not been dug out yet."

(End of this chapter)