"Hiss!"
Wang Jie gasped.
It was too shocking.
11.22 seconds.
This time, Yang Zhuo actually ran in 11.22 seconds, which was 0.21 seconds faster than the first time.
It was too terrifying.
The surprise and excitement in Wang Jie's heart could not be described with words.
With his current speed, winning the 100m sprint championship in the school sports meet was effortless, because the highest record was only 11.8 seconds.
Even the highest record in the county middle school sports meet was only 11.5 seconds.
With Yang Zhuo's level, if the coaches of the city and provincial teams saw him, they would definitely fight for him like crazy!
Just as Wang Jie was getting excited.
Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu came back first.
"Teacher, how much did I run?"
Hearing Yang Zhuo's question, Wang Jie cleared the stopwatch and said indifferently,"Not bad. You've improved a little since the first time.”
Zhao Hu was speechless.
He was dumbfounded.
Yang Zhuo was already three to four meters ahead of him, but he was only a little bit better than the first time?
"Teacher, how many seconds did you run for?”
Yang Zhuo wanted to know.
"Why are you asking so many questions? In short, both of you have improved a little since the last time.”
Wang Jie did not intend to tell him the data.
He thought that Yang Zhuo was still young. If he became arrogant after hearing the results and didn't put in enough effort, he would be finished.
What she didn't know was that Yang Zhuo's 15-year-old body contained a 30-year-old soul.
How could he be so arrogant just because of this little result?
At the side.
Zhao Hu glanced at Yang Zhuo.
He had already made a deduction.
Since Wang Jie said that he had improved, it meant that his time was over 11.54 seconds.
Yang Zhuo was about three meters ahead of him.
It was estimated that he would be leading by at least 0.2 seconds.
In other words, the result was around 11.34 seconds.
At the thought of this, a bitter smile appeared on Zhao Hu's face.
It was too f * cking depressing.
What could Yang Zhuo achieve in less than a week?
There would definitely be no fundamental improvement.
If he could still run such a good result, what kind of speed could he reach after a year or two of training?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hu suddenly had a premonition.
He would definitely see Yang Zhuo on TV in the future.
"Alright, alright. Let's rest for a while and continue training!”
Wang Jie waved her hand and turned to walk to the starting line.
Yang Zhuo and Zhao Hu followed behind.
"Yang Zhuo, I'm convinced! You'll definitely be the champion of the school sports meet in two days.”
Yang Zhuo didn't deny it.
Because being overly humble would seem hypocritical.
"Tsk, let's improve together and strive to get a place in the County Games.”
"Good!"
As they walked, they saw Zhang Lingling. Yang Zhuo stopped and greeted her,"Class monitor! Nancy!"
Zhang Lingling's lips curled up, revealing her cute little canine teeth."Congratulations on getting first place. How many seconds did you run this time?”
"I don't know either. Teacher didn't tell me.”
"Oh, oh."
"Then I'll go train."
After saying that, Yang Zhuo quickly followed Zhao Hu.
Just as he walked up to her, Zhao Hu teased,"Is that your class monitor? She's quite pretty. I can tell that she's interested in you.”
"You're thinking too much. We're just classmates.”
......
"Dang dang!"
"Dang dang!"
The familiar " Athletes 'March ", the background music for school morning exercises and sports games.
This song was the " shadow " of many students.
Hearing that my shoelaces will come undone.
Her legs would hurt if she heard it.
She even heard that her period would come earlier.
It was too terrifying.
After the usual entrance and the drowsy leader's speech, the crowd was stunned.
The sports meet officially began.
Everyone was happy.
Although they had to watch the competition even if they didn't participate, it was better than sitting in the classroom.
After the competition, they could still stroll around for a while.
Delighted.
The school sports meet of Shuicheng Second High School was relatively simple and did not have many formal things.
For example, the athlete's oath and the referee's oath.
None.
There were no special clothes, only the participants wore school uniforms and t-shirts.
As for the projects, there were even fewer.
100m, 200m, 400m, men's 1500m and women's 800m, high jump, long jump, shot put, etc.
There was basically nothing else.
The conditions did not allow it.
There were only preliminaries and finals.
There was no semi-finals.
He could finish it in a day.
Moreover, for the sake of fairness, each event was divided into grades.
Year One, Year Two, and Year Three were not in the same group.
Therefore, this school sports meet wasn't a challenge for Yang Zhuo.
In the morning.
The first event was the preliminaries of the men's 100m sprint, which everyone loved to watch.
There were 14 classes in Grade One, and there were a total of 28 students. They were divided into four groups. The first person in each group would advance, and the remaining four spots would be calculated according to their results.
On the field.
They ran to the sides and were surrounded by Year One students.
Class 3 was in the middle.
The first group had finished running. The second group was about to start, and Yang Zhuo was in it.
At this moment, he was warming up.
Wang Jie walked over." Oh right, Zhuo, there's something I forgot to tell you. I've even registered you for the 200m sprint."”
Yang Zhuo:
Wang Jie knew that he would react this way, and a sly smile appeared on her face."The 100m sprint is too easy for you. Treat it as training!”
Yang Zhuo:
What else could he say?
Run.
Two minutes later.
The second group of the first year's men's 100m sprint preliminaries officially began.
"Get into position!"
A chubby and short physical education teacher was in charge of giving orders.
Yang Zhuo squatted down at the starting line.
He did not look at his opponent.
Because the biggest enemy in this game was himself.
Wang Jie didn't tell him the results of the last test.
This time, he couldn't hide it anymore, right?
On the other side.
The surrounding Class 3 students were quite excited.
"It's about to begin."
"How much do you think Yang Zhuo will lead?”
"At least half a second."
"Anyway, we will definitely win."
Zhang Lingling was full of confidence.
Beside her, the class monitor of Class 2 knew her and said unhappily,"You guys are sure to win before the competition? Our class isn't weak. It's still uncertain who will win.”
Zhang Lingling wanted to laugh.
Even Zhao Hu couldn't outrun Yang Zhuo, how could their class win?
At this moment.
A gunshot rang out.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。