Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

"He just finished running the 100-meter final, and it's only 20 minutes away. Will his physical strength fully recover?"

"Probably not."

"It is estimated that it will be difficult to win the championship."

"Whether he can win the championship or not, he is already very good."

"It is."

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Not only the students, but even the leaders think so.

Sun Xingmin looked at Yang Zhuo on the starting line, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Yang Zhuo has already won the 100-meter championship and broke the record.

Give Er Gao a long face.

It also made him, the headmaster, proud once.

and so.

It doesn't matter whether you can win the 200 meters.

On the field.

The starter stood aside, the starting gun in his hand raised high.

"Snapped!"

Gunshots sounded, and 8 players ejected immediately.

The 200m final begins.

The fastest responders are those in lane 5, running in front.

Yang Zhuo's starting reaction ranked third, but the gap was very small and basically had no effect.

They are all athletes, trained.

Not so amateurish.

If you want to start running, you will be crushed, the possibility is very small.

Unless you reach the world's top starting level.

but.

After the start, the gap is gradually reflected.

Because it is a corner start, it is a test of technique at this time.

Yang Zhuo's cornering skills are, um, poor.

No steering training was done.

Because of the short time, Wang Jie trained him the most in the 100-meter technical points.

Therefore, in the corner running stage, Yang Zhuo only ranked third.

Follow the two people in front of you.

"Come on Yang Zhuo!"

Wang Jie shouted again!

Other spectators also cheered for the players.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

The sound is very uniform and deafening.

in the stands.

The two sports school coaches saw Yang Zhuo's poor cornering skills, so they looked forward to his explosion after the corner turned straight.

"It's almost straight!"

"Now the two people in front haven't opened up the distance. When they reach the straight road, they will be quickly overtaken by Yang Zhuo."

"It depends on how Yang Zhuo's physical strength recovers."

"Straightforward!"

At this moment, everyone stopped cheering.

look in.

Wang Jie is looking at Yang Zhuo.

Sun Xingmin is watching Yang Zhuo.

The leader of the sports bureau is looking at Yang Zhuo.

The leaders of the Education Bureau are looking at Yang Zhuo.

The students are watching Yeon Joo too.

"Speed ​​up!"

I don't know who shouted.

All of a sudden, the hearts of the audience were raised to their throats.

Yang Zhuo was speeding up visibly with the naked eye.

The two legs step forward alternately, and after the soles of the feet hit the ground, quickly lift them up.

120 m.

more than one.

"It's super super!"

"Wow!"

"Still accelerating!"

The audience couldn't bear to blink.

Very exciting.

Even the blood was boiling, as if it was not Yang Zhuo who was running, but them.

This is the charm of competitive sports.

130 m.

More than one more.

"First! First!"

"Great!"

"The champion is him again!"

Yang Zhuo's pace was extremely fast, and the audience who were far away seemed to see a phantom.

150 m.

It has completely become his own stage.

No.2, who was closest to him, was also pulled away a few positions.

endurance.

Although Yang Zhuo's training time is short, his endurance is stronger than these sports students who are one or two years older than him.

At this moment, the stride frequency of the other seven players has dropped significantly, and their arm swings are not as active as when they advanced 7 meters.

And Yang Zhuo is still fighting.

His physical strength did not fully recover.

but!

That doesn't mean he's giving up.

Ever since Yang Zhuo chose to embark on this path, he only wanted to move forward all the way and make a living for this life.

Whenever you stand on the runway, you have to fight hard.

Getting closer to the finish line.

The distance between Yang Zhuo and No.2 is getting farther and farther.

"Fuck! The gap is still widening!"

"Too awesome!"

"My god, that's a lot more than a 100-meter gap."

"Nonsense, the farther the distance, the more obvious the gap."

"It feels like the record is about to be broken again!"

"Yes!"

"This time Ergao is in the limelight!"

"No way, the strength is too strong."

now.

In the stands, all the leaders stood up.

Looking in the direction of the finish line.

There's only one Yang Joo there.

Cross the line!

The referee at the finish line even presses down the stopwatch.