In the field management center.
At the track and field training ground.
It was empty with only a few people.
However, they were all important figures in the field management center.
The director of the Field Management Center, the head coach of the track and field team, the deputy head coach of the track and field team, the head of the training department, the head of the training department, and the head of the development department.
Wait a minute.
They were all there.
Because Yang Zhuo officially joined the national team today, they all came to see him.
As the saying goes, seeing is believing.
Yang Zhuo had run 10.01 seconds in the track and field meet between Shuimu and Beijing University, but that was only a private meet, and it was a record.
Furthermore, there was no wind speed indicator, so the wind speed had a huge impact on the results.
Most importantly, these leaders did not see it.
Naturally, it was hard to believe.
Today, the first thing Yang Zhuo did when he came to the Field Administration Center was to prove himself.
As long as he could run within 10.3 seconds, it would prove his strength.
It proved that he was worthy of the Field Management Center making an exception.
On the track.
For this test, the wind speed meter and electronic timer were all used.
They even used an electric slide camera.
The whole process was filmed.
The video was used to show the coaching team to find the weak points of Yang Zhuo's technique and where he needed to improve.
In the track and field.
Yang Zhuo walked around the track and warmed up.
Now, he was full of vitality.
He looked at the group of leaders standing by the track.
He knew that he had to prove his strength to convince these people and win their respect.
This way, he would be able to compete with Liu Xiang, a seeded player, in terms of treatment.
It might even be one level higher.
Starting line.
After Yang Zhuo came back, Li Qing patted his shoulder and said,"Are you nervous?"
"What's there to be nervous about?”
Yang Zhuo stomped his feet." The running track here is much better than Beijing University's. It feels better to step on it."”
"Haha, as long as you're not nervous, just run normally.”
"To be honest, I also want to know how much your electric meter can run."”
A notebook was just a notebook. It wasn't that accurate.
After all, the timer was at the finish line. He had to see the white smoke coming out of the starting gun before he started counting. There was time to react in between.
When an athlete crossed the finish line, the timer had to press the stopwatch at the last meter or so to ensure that the stopwatch would stop the moment the athlete crossed the finish line.
In short, it was very difficult to be truly accurate.
However, electricity meters were different. They could be very accurate.
"Coach, just wait and see. You might be surprised.”
"Haha, I'll wait!"
At this moment.
"How are the preparations? Can we begin?" asked the referee in charge of issuing the order.”
"That's enough!"
Yang Zhuo stretched his neck and walked to the starting line, adjusting the running device.
He moved his wrists and ankles.
At the finish line.
Yu Weili, a group of leaders, and the staff all looked over.
"It's about to begin!"
Yu Weili was a little nervous.
The last time he watched Zhuo Yang's electricity meter competition was during the National Middle School Games.
A few months had passed.
"Old Yu, Yang Zhuo is the one you're trying to recruit. We'll see if he's a mule or a horse later.”
"See, you'll be surprised later.”
"I want to see if this Yang Zhuo is as talented as you said.”
"How much did he run in the last Chinese National Games?”
"10.35 seconds.”
"That's a good result. It's been almost three months now. It's already a big improvement to be able to run 10.3 seconds.”
Just as everyone was talking, the starter gave the order.
"Ready!"
Yang Zhuo took a deep breath, bent his body, and stepped on the running device. He straightened his hind legs and raised his buttocks higher than his shoulders.
His center of gravity was on his forearms and forelegs.
"Pa."
The starting gun sounded.
Yang Zhuo kicked off the pedal and swung his arms rapidly, rushing forward.
Under the control of the staff, the electric slide camera followed and filmed.
The first 20 meters.
Yang Zhuo accelerated with his head lowered, but he didn't use his full strength.
This was not the time to explode.
After 20 meters, he started to look up.
30 meters. Stand upright and enter the middle stage.
Yang Zhuo started to explode.
Speed up.
He accelerated again.
He was the only one on the entire track. There was no opponent.
However, Yang Zhuo was still trying his best, because he regarded himself as an opponent. He had to surpass the previous result to be considered a success.
Otherwise, it would be a failure.
At the finish line.
Yu Weili and the others stared at Yang Zhuo without blinking.
They were all from the Track and Field Administration Center. Even if they weren't technical leaders, they had a deep understanding of the 100m sprint.
Although the distance was quite far and he couldn't see the details clearly, he could tell from Yang Zhuo's rhythm and running state.
He was already very surprised.
"He raised his head very late."
"Yes."
"The centrifugal muscles are very powerful and can control the center of gravity.”
"This speed, this speed."
An assistant manager shouted in surprise.
At this moment.
Yang Zhuo had entered the highest speed.
That was the 50- 80 meters stage.
This was the peak of his speed, running at high speed.
"Da da da."
The sound of running was loud and fast, and one could hear his rhythm from the sound.
Very good.
His upper body was also very stable and did not sway.
When running at a high speed for the 100m sprint, the steadier the upper body, the better.
Anyone who had seen Animal World would know that when a cheetah chased its prey at high speed, its head would hang steadily. It wouldn't sway around, and its running posture was very beautiful.
That was the perfect running posture.
Eighty meters.
Yang Zhuo's peak speed had reached its limit, and he had already slowed down.
This kind of decline could not be stopped, so he could only try his best to reduce the speed of the decline.
100 meters.
Yang Zhuo didn't press the line until he stepped on the 100-meter line.
This was different from the usual 99-meter and 98-meter movements.
If he pressed the line too early, his body's center of gravity would change, which would reduce his speed.
In the past, he had also crossed the line one meter in advance.
At Li Qing's request, they had changed to the 100-meter line.
"Sou!"
After Yang Zhuo pressed the line, he started to slow down.
At the same time.
The director of the Field Management Center, Yu Weili, and the others all looked at the electronic timer.
"How much?"
A series of numbers was displayed on the electronic timer.
10.224 seconds.
"10.22 seconds! Haha! 10.22 seconds!"
"You ran too well!"
"10.35 seconds in the Chinese National Games. It's actually increased by 0.13 seconds. Unbelievable, too unbelievable.”
"Wind speed indicator, look at the wind speed indicator."
The difference between exceeding the wind speed and not exceeding the wind speed was completely different.
Hence, everyone hurriedly looked at the wind speed indicator.
The wind speed was 0.8 meters per second, which was still far from the super wind speed of 2 meters per second.
It meant that Yang Zhuo had shown his real strength this time.
Yu Weili was so excited that his face was blooming with joy."Director, how was it? I didn't ask him to join us, right?”
"That's right, that's right. We've done a great service!"
The director of the Field Management Center was also very excited.
The 10.22 seconds was still not the 100m sprint record.
However…
The golden age for men's sprinting was around 25 years old.
But Yang Zhuo had just turned 16, and his body had not been completely fixed yet. He had room for improvement in all aspects.
"10.22 seconds for a 16-year-old has never been seen in the history of track and field in China.”
"What a treasure!"
"It's worth it! It's worth making an exception!"
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