Almighty Sportsman

Chapter 114 100 Meter Preliminaries

When he came to the stadium, Yi Qian first asked the staff for a schedule.

After all, he and Liu Fei will participate in four competitions in total.

The budget race plus the final, if the timing is not well coordinated, it is easy to crash.

Fortunately, the schedule of this competition is relatively simple.

Both of them participated in only one round of preliminaries, and then the finals.

If you use the stamina potion well, there will be no shortage of stamina.

The two were looking at the schedule and studying when suddenly an inappropriate voice came.

"Hey, isn't this a genius who wants to win the world championship?"

Fan Dong was wearing sportswear, followed by a dozen teenagers, and sneered.

Liu Jianqiang was the first to respond, "Fan Dong, don't go too far!"

Fan Dong's face turned cold, "I'm going too far? Didn't you ask me to meet you on the field?"

Yi Gan said, "That's right, Liu Fei and I will let you see and see."

Fan Dong stared at Yi Qian from top to bottom, as if he had discovered a new continent, "Could it be that this bragging master who tricked others into winning the world championship also wants to participate?"

"You don't think it's an amateur competition, even cats and dogs can participate in it."

Yi Gan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he gave him a contemptuous look, and turned away with the team members.

Liu Jianqiang gave Fan Dong a complicated look, "Xiao Fan, my son's behavior will make you regret it all!"

Fan Dong shook his head, he felt that Liu Jianqiang had been successfully brainwashed by Yi Gan.

Do you really think that you have discovered the so-called seedlings, and you will be able to achieve results by training with this unknown person?

He is also the world champion, and Liu Jianqiang is considered amazing if he can qualify in the preliminaries!
The first thing to start in the morning is the 100-meter preliminaries.

The 32 contestants were divided into four groups, and the top eight in total will advance to the final.

Yi Qian is in the second group.

So he was going to look at the results of the first group and understand the situation of the opponents.

In the 100-meter sprint preliminaries, after the referee fired the starting gun, eight runners in the second group quickly ran out.

On both sides of the track, the teenagers brought by Fan Dong were cheering for the players, because there were two students from the track and field class of the Sports Academy in this group.

However, the two participating teenagers are not very nervous, because they are confident that their results are enough to beat the amateur players in other groups.

Even if there are two or three well-known players from another sports school in the third group, they are at most equal to them, and there is no problem for the two of them to run into the top eight.

The 100 meters is a very physical exercise, so they decided not to release their full strength, and it is enough to keep the score in the top five.

Keep your physical strength and state in the final, and strive to enter the top four in the final.

However, the level of professional training is much better than that of the other ordinary fans in the same group.

Whether it is the starting reaction or the standard level of movement, both of them are far beyond.

In the end, the two were relaxed or the first and second in the group, and gave Fan Dongbi an OK gesture.

Fan Dong also gave a thumbs up, indicating that the tactics of the two are in place.

Seeing that Yi Gan was watching the results beside the referee, Fan Dong deliberately walked over and asked, "How is this group running, referee."

The referee rolled his eyes and replied honestly, "It's not bad. The top two have similar results. One is 12 seconds and the other is 32 seconds. There is no problem in advancing. No.12 is 34 seconds, and there is hope. The latter ones are not. That's easy to say."

Fan Dong pretended to be a little regretful, "These two little bastards, they saved too much energy and actually didn't make it within 12 seconds. The students in our class, even if they show 8% of their strength, they should be able to easily make it within 12 seconds." Yeah!"

The referee was in awe, "You are the coach of these two children, you are amazing!"

Fan Dong said a few words modestly, and looked at Yi Qian provocatively.

Of course, asking the referee about the player's results like this is almost never going to happen in such an amateur event, in a real large-scale formal game.

Looking at Fan Dong's clumsy performance, Yi Qian seemed to have an idea in his heart, if it can be implemented successfully...

Soon, the track was cleared, and it was time for the second group of players where Yi Gan was on the field.

"Brother, come on!"

Liu Fei and Zhang Fei desperately cheered for Yi Gan to call.

In front of the starting line, wearing golden running shoes, Yi Gan jumped up and moved a few times on the spot, and tried to pedal the starting block.

He calmed down and blocked the noisy voices around him.Yi Gan made a good start and listened attentively to the sound of gunshots.

As the starting gun rolled his eyes, Yi Qian's muscles all of a sudden burst out the moment he heard the gunshot, and he ran forward quickly.

The hidden reaction bonus, as well as the not-low sensitivity quality, brought him a good reaction.

"Damn it, why is this person so fast!"

Seeing Yi Gan's terrifying speed, the other opponents in the group thought that their reactions were slow, so they speeded up one by one.

They gave up retaining their strength, and used all their energy to catch up with Yi Gan.

In the end, there were still two big gaps, and nearly three people all hit the line together.

When crossing the finish line, except for the whistling in Yi Qian's ear, he didn't see any players from the corner of his eye.

He should have successfully won the first place in the group.

I stayed on the runway at the finish line for a while, and then slowly left the runway after the referee next to me confirmed the result.

"11 seconds 68."

Liu Jianqiang was extremely excited after seeing Yi Qian's achievements.

He didn't expect Yi Gan to run so fast.

This result is currently ranked first in the two groups, and it is almost certain to enter the finals.

After all, it is almost impossible for there to be eight players faster than this in this kind of amateur competition.

Fan Dong, who was waiting to see the joke, felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a stool.

"This liar who can only brag, how could he run so fast?"

Even if it is his two outstanding disciples, it is difficult to run such a statistic without giving full play.

This person who can only talk about talent can run so fast in the preliminaries!
Should he try his best to prove that he is good enough to run faster than my disciple in the group race, and his actual physical strength has been exhausted?
It must be like this, let's see how my disciples deal with you in the finals!
Fan Dong sneered, he seemed to have seen the tragic ending of Yi Qian's final.

In fact, Yi Qian didn't even release his skills to pursue extreme speed, and he didn't even fully exert his full speed.

After he achieved his goal, he quietly whispered something to Wang Zifan, Zhang Fei, and Zhang Jian.

When the players in the third and fourth groups were warming up, they heard such rumors.

"Have you heard that everyone fought fiercely in the preliminaries this time?"

"It seems that if you can't make it to 12 seconds, you almost miss the top eight."

"My God, I scored 12 seconds with all my strength, what if I can't run in the final?"

"Everyone is at the same cost. If you make it to the finals and choose four out of eight, you have a very high chance of going to Shanghai!"

"That's right, let's fight it out and let's go to the finals!"

After Yi Gan deliberately arranged to release the wind, the contestants in the last two groups were all gearing up, their faces were solemn, and they were ready to show their highest level.

Fan Dong didn't pay attention to the following games after the first two sets of matches.

When he thought about it, even if Yi Gan led the other members of the second group to run desperately for the sake of showing off, and counting Yi Gan, now there were three players who were faster than his disciples.

But in the latter two groups there are only three children who are professional sports students. The rest of them can see that their warm-up movements are not standardized, and the running shoes they wear are not professional. Can there be two more amateurs who can run under 12 seconds?
Under Yi Gan's strategy, in the third group, three sports students tried their best and all ran within 12 seconds. There was even an amateur who ran his best time of 20 seconds.

The contestants in the fourth group panicked when they saw it. The rumor was clearly true. Everyone was trying their best to enter the final.

The last eight players were completely crazy, and finally ran their personal best results recently.

When the contestants wanted to know the results and rankings, they were quickly stopped by the referee in charge of the on-site order, claiming that the results would be announced uniformly after the statistics were completed.

In the end, when the results were released, Fan Dong led his disciples to arrive late.

"Referee, the final is at 6:[-] p.m., so our two contestants should go back and wait for orders if there is nothing to do."

The referee stopped Fan Dong, "What's your player's name?"

After Fan Dong said his name, the referee checked it and asked in confusion, "These two didn't make the top eight. What finals did you participate in?"

"What, didn't make the top eight?" Fan Dong felt as if he had been struck by lightning, in disbelief.

He grabbed the referee's grade book and looked at the results on it.

1. Easy to dry - 11 seconds 68
2. Jiang Jun - 11 seconds 75
……

7. Lin Zhiyong-12 seconds 19
8. Ankai - 12 seconds 28
He remembers the results of his two disciples clearly, they were 12 seconds and 32 seconds respectively.

"How did this happen? Are these people crazy? What are you doing so fast in the pre-race!"

Fan Dong couldn't accept this reality for a while, holding the report book, his eyes were red, and he shouted hysterically.

(End of this chapter)