In the afternoon.
Year One (3) Class.
The homeroom teacher held a textbook in her hand and came to the language class.
After coming to the podium, he put down his textbook and glanced at the students who were resting, drinking water, and chatting.
"Pa, pa, pa."
He clapped his hands."Students, before class starts, I have good news for you.”
Seeing this, everyone looked at the homeroom teacher.
Zhang Lingling was even more delighted. She seemed to have guessed what he was going to say.
"Yang Zhuo from our class won the championship of the 100m sprint final in the middle school sports meet!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience cheered.
"Wow!"
"Yang Zhuo is awesome!"
"Impressive!"
"I knew he would win!" Fatty, who was sitting at the same table, was even more excited.”
"Me too." Liu Yang echoed.”
Zhang Lingling, who was sitting in the second row, was also very happy.
At this moment, the homeroom teacher clapped again."I haven't finished yet. Not only did Yang Zhuo win the championship, but he also set a new record for the men's 100m sprint in Shuicheng County with a time of 10.86 seconds.”
In this era, information was not developed. Many people did not understand sprinting and were not sensitive to data.
However, if they were to say that they had set a record in the county and the city, they would understand the value of it.
"F * ck!"
"He even broke the city's men's 100m record!”
"Yang Zhuo is too powerful.”
"It means that if Yang Zhuo takes part in the middle school sports meet in the city, he will also be the champion.”
"Even the students from the Conjoined Schools can't compare to Yang Zhuo.”
"Too fierce!"
Zhang Lingling was also a little excited. She clenched her fair fist and waved it."Yay!"
At the same time.
One high.
On the field.
The final of the men's 200m sprint in the high school category was about to begin.
Yang Zhuo squatted in front of the starting line with his hands on the ground and his feet on the run-up device, waiting for the starting gun to sound.
In the stands.
Lin Changjun, the principal of the First High School, Sun Xingguo, the principal of the Second High School, the leaders of the Sports Bureau and the Education Bureau, and the coaches of the two municipal sports schools.
Everyone was watching.
This included the First High students in the audience, who were originally just cheering for their own school's players.
However, after Yang Zhuo won the 100m sprint, many people had been conquered by his strength.
Their gazes were all on him.
"He just finished the 100m sprint. It hasn't even been 20 minutes. Can he fully recover?”
"Probably not."
"Then, it will probably be difficult to win the championship."
"Whether he can win or not, he's already very awesome.”
"That's true."
“......”
Not only the students, but even the leaders thought the same.
Sun Xingmin looked at Yang Zhuo at the starting line, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.
Yang Zhuo had already won the 100m sprint championship, breaking the record.
He had made Second Gao proud.
It also allowed him, the principal, to hold his head high.
Therefore…
It didn't matter if he could win the 200m sprint.
On the field.
The starter stood at the side, his starting pistol raised high.
"Pa!"
Gunshots rang out, and the eight contestants were immediately ejected.
The final of the 200m sprint had begun.
The fastest to react was the contestant on lane 5, who was running at the front.
Yang Zhuo's starting reaction time was ranked third, but the gap was very small, so it didn't affect him.
They were all sports students who had undergone training.
He wasn't that amateur.
It was very unlikely that he would be able to crush them at the start of the race.
Unless they reached the world's top starting level.
However…
After the start of the race, the gap gradually became apparent.
Because it was a curve start, it was a test of skill.
Yang Zhuo's curve technique…Very bad.
He had not undergone any steering training.
Because of the short time, Wang Jie trained him most on the 100m sprint technique.
Therefore, Yang Zhuo was only ranked third in the curve running.
Following closely behind the two people in front.
"Yang Zhuo, you can do it!"
Wang Jie shouted again!
The rest of the audience also cheered for the contestants.
"Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
"Good luck!"
The voices were very uniform, deafening and high-profile
In the stands.
The two coaches of the sports school saw that Yang Zhuo's curve skills were poor, so they were looking forward to his explosive performance after the curve turned straight.
"It's almost straight!"
"The two people in front haven't opened up the distance yet. When they reach the straight, Yang Zhuo will overtake them quickly.”
"It depends on Yang Zhuo's recovery.”
"It's straight!"
At this moment, everyone stopped cheering.
He was watching.
Wang Jie was looking at Yang Zhuo.
Sun Xingmin was looking at Yang Zhuo.
The leader of the Sports Bureau was looking at Yang Zhuo.
The head of the Education Bureau was looking at Yang Zhuo.
The students were also looking at Yang Zhuo.
"It's accelerating!"
Someone shouted.
The audience's hearts were in their throats.
Yang Zhuo accelerated visibly.
His two legs alternated between the first step and the second step. After his feet landed on the ground, he quickly raised them.
120 meters.
More than one.
"He's overtaken!"
"Wow!"
"It's still accelerating!"
The audience was unwilling to even blink.
It was very exciting.
Their blood was boiling as if they were the ones running instead of Yang Zhuo.
This was the charm of competitive sports.
130 meters.
More than one.
"First place! First place!"
"Impressive!"
"He's the champion again!"
Yang Zhuo's steps were so fast that the audience who were far away seemed to have seen an illusion.
150 meters.
It had completely become his stage.
The second place closest to him was also pulled away by a few bodies.
Endurance.
Although Yang Zhuo's training time was short, his endurance was better than those sports students who were one or two years older than him.
At this moment, the stride frequency of the other seven contestants had obviously decreased, and their arm swings were not as active as when they were advancing into the 100m.
Yang Zhuo was still fighting.
His stamina had not fully recovered.
However!
This didn't mean that he had to give up.
Ever since Yang Zhuo chose this path, he only wanted to move forward and make a name for himself in this life.
No matter when, as long as he stood on the track, he had to fight.
They were getting closer and closer to the finish line.
The distance between Yang Zhuo and the second place was getting further and further.
"F * ck! The gap is still widening!"
"This is awesome!"
"Oh my god, this is much more than a 100-meter gap.”
"Nonsense, the further the distance, the more obvious the difference.”
"I feel like I'm going to break the record again!”
"Yes!"
"This time, Second High is in the limelight!"”
"I have no choice. I'm too strong.”
At this moment.
On the stands, the leaders stood up.
He looked at the finish line from afar.
There was only Yang Zhuo there.
Rush to the lane!
The referee at the finish line pressed the stopwatch.
He won!
Without a doubt, he had won again!
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