Athletics: I, the King of Sprinting

accelerate.

Speed ​​up again.

The keys to the new house are already on the way and must be obtained.

"Come to the 3rd round, the Xiguang team is still in the first position!"

"The Modu team chased very fiercely, narrowing the gap with the Xiguang team."

"The Nanhe team is also chasing! Wow, it surpassed one and came to No. 5! It's not far from No. 4!"

in the stands.

The leaders of Nanhe Province became tense.

It looks like there are signs of winning a medal.

The last stick is Yang Zhuo!

How much gap can Yang Zhuo pull back?

Handover area.

Yang Zhuo had already leaned over and got into the starting position, and was looking sideways at Li Zhuang at the moment.

As soon as he reaches the marked position, he starts immediately.

"Puff puff!"

The footsteps were getting closer.

The power in Yang Zhuo's body was also on the verge of explosion, and his eyes were fixed on the marked position.

Arrived!

At that moment, he got up and started running.

After a few steps, a certain speed is reached.

"catch!"

Li Zhuang's shout came from behind.

Yang Zhuo quickly stretched his hand back, and the baton fell into his hand in an instant.

hold tight.

Pull your arms back and stare at the finish line in the distance.

The champion is at hand!

Rush!

Swing your arms vigorously, and quickly twist your legs.

accelerate!

At this moment, Li Zhuang had stopped, staring at Yang Zhuo without blinking.

All hope is on him.

Studio.

"Yang Zhuo! Yang Zhuo's handover is complete! Currently in the 5th place!"

"He's accelerating!"

"Very fast! Passed 4th!"

"Yang Zhuo is desperate!"

"More than one more, come to No. 3!"

"Huaxia! Asia! The world's top running on the way!"

"Yang Zhuo! Can Yang Zhuo perform miracles?"

Yang Jian's whole body boiled.

Full of passion.

Like him, the audience at the scene had their hearts in their throats.

They didn't bother shouting cheers anymore, they were all staring at Yang Zhuo.

The last stand of the Modu team was Liu Xiang, whose 100-meter strength was far inferior to Yang Zhuo.

Seeing Yang Zhuo catching up from the corner of the eye, he panicked.

He's a world champion and he doesn't want to lose.

but.

Sometimes, he really can't get up to speed right now.

And Yang Zhuo is approaching crazily.

parallel.

Beyond.

"Exceeded! Yang Zhuo surpassed Liu Xiang!"

"Yang Zhuo came to No. 2!"

"Can you still surpass it?"

"Is there a miracle?"

"Come on! Yang Zhuo!"

now.

Only less than 20 meters away from the finish line.

The gap between Yang Zhuo and the Xiguang team is only 2 positions.

accelerate!

Speed ​​up!

At this time, Yang Zhuo only had the finish line in his eyes, and he wanted to win.

"Puff puff puff."

The hurried footsteps brought tremendous psychological pressure to the last player of the Xiguang team.

He can only do his best to maintain speed.

But it was quickly caught up.

"Catch up!"

"Cross the line!"

"Won!"

"Yang Zhuo overtook his opponent at the last moment and was the first to cross the finish line!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Unbelievable!"

"Yang Zhuo won, Yang Zhuo surpassed 4 people in a row, from No. 5 to No. 1!"

"Brilliant!"

now.

in the audience.

With a bang, a huge sound wave broke out.

Miracle.

They saw a miracle.

Yang Zhuo surpassed 4 players in a row and won the championship!

The leaders of the Nanhe delegation in the stands were also very excited.

"Won!"

"we are the champion!"

"Fuck! I really won the championship!"

"Well done the relay team!"

The deputy head blushed with excitement.

Unexpected.

So fucking unexpected.

in front of the TV.

"what!!!"

"Won!"

An Yufei jumped up excitedly.

"Snapped!"

A slap on the body: "Damn girl, step on my foot!"

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Olympic Sports Center.

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

"Yang Zhuo!"

Nearly 8 people were shouting Yang Zhuo's name.