Super Race System Makes Me a Legend

"What I saw with my own eyes, can there still be a fake?"

"Those sports geniuses are all delayed by people like you who distort the facts, don't know the truth, and only know to stand by and blind BB!"

The man glared at the other guests in the shop and scolded angrily.

"Hey, how can you swear?"

"That is, freedom of speech, why do you curse us?"

"Believe it or not, I'll take a picture of you, and then hang it on the Internet to let the netizens come to flesh you!"

Several guests were infuriated by the man's words and yelled at the man.

"Believe in evil, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

The man pushed the table and stood up, glaring at several people.

"Hum, a gentleman doesn't do anything. I'm a man of culture. I don't care about barbarians like you!"

"A fool!"

"What else do you know to use besides brute force?"

Several guests were startled, but still forced to sit calm in their seats.

After all, the man's position is closer to the exit. Even if he wants to slip out, he has no chance. It's better to pretend to be brave, at least not lose in momentum.

"Audience friends may be very curious, why we suddenly mentioned the sudden rise of the hundred meter talent in Yuanqing City, because we have the latest news, this hundred meter talent youth of Yuanqing city has also signed up to participate in the provincial Swimming Championships."

"And nine events have been reported in one breath, one more project than ever flying fish and Phelps!"

Host Yu Shuangshuang looks at the latest news in his hand and directly reports to everyone.

"The nine projects, I don't know whether the heroes are young or the newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. As the old saying goes, it's mules or horses. We will soon know whether the so-called genius of Yuanqing city is based on facts or just packaged. Let's wait and see."

"Nine swimming events?! Well, I'm afraid it's already a gimmick in packaging! "

"Even if there is only one project, physical strength can not bear, let alone nine projects, it seems to be a joke."

People in front of TV sets all over the province could not help laughing when they heard that the sudden rise of 100 meter talent in Yuanqing city appeared in the swimming competition. In their hearts, they had already regarded Lin Cheng as a packaged clown.

"If the boy can get good results in the swimming competition, don't say the top three, as long as he can get into the top eight, I will believe what you said! Is that ok? "

In the restaurant, the guest who had a dispute with the man before brightened up and directly grasped the topic to fight back.

"He must be in the top eight! And stand on the podium! You just wait to lose

The man glared at the person who spoke, and said in a bluster.

But there is no bottom in my heart.

After all, it's a swimming race, not a 100 meter race.

Now he can only pray silently in his heart, hoping that Lin Cheng can have amazing performance.

At the scene of provincial Swimming Championships, Yuanqing Swimming Championships swimming hall.

"Lin Cheng's next step is the 50 meter butterfly race, ready to warm up."

Wu shuaibin looked at Lin Cheng with some excitement and made a voice to remind him.

"Oh."

Lin Cheng nodded, and then walked out of the lounge, looking no different from usual.

"Lin Cheng, don't be nervous. Just treat this competition as a training match. With your strength, as long as you play normally, you can at least lock in the top three. Don't put too much pressure on you. After all, you have nine events."