stadium assassin

Chapter 370 Asia's Fastest

In the semi-finals, the fastest record in Asia was tied. Everyone who saw the report card stood up in surprise.

Especially the Chinese team, which has been careless on the sidelines. They all looked at each other, and one of the female track and field athletes suddenly asked: "Is that person from our national team?"

That's right, is the person who shocked everyone below really a member of their national team? Their teammates can really achieve this result.

Facts speak louder than words, their teammates really run the best results in Asia.

There was a lot of praise at the scene, even foreign players, celebrating Yang Fei's achievements.

But the Japanese players are not so happy, because their records were equaled by others, which is no longer their only pride, especially when they were equaled by the Chinese, which makes people even more unhappy.

"Why are you so excited? Today's wind speed has not yet been judged. It must be overspeeding. It will never be recorded..." the Japanese contestant murmured.

Zou Yilang, the best player in Japan right now, said sharply: "Shut up, the best record for surpassing the opponent is to surpass him..."

Watching Yang Fei running on the track, Zou Yilang tightened his running shoes, and definitely wanted to surpass him in the semi-finals.

Yang Fei happily ran over to Jia Xin. Just as he was about to hug him, Jia Xin yelled at him: "Do you want to continue running? How many times have I told you? After the sprint, pay attention to the relaxation of your muscles and do some relaxation exercises. You can restore your physical strength and muscle strength as soon as possible. After the sprint, you should put on your coat immediately and wait until your whole body is hot before taking off your coat. This is to prevent colds... put on your clothes quickly..."

Although Jia Xin was so strict, Yang Fei could feel Jia Xin's attention even more, and put on his clothes with a silly smile. At this time, Jia Xin suddenly hugged Yang Fei frantically and cried, "You really did it!" , really did it..."

Looking at Yang Fei who was hugging him and crying, Yang Fei suddenly hugged Jia Xin without saying a word and said with a smile: "It's all because of you, don't worry, I will definitely break the record, just wait..."

At this time, the Japanese players ran a time of [-] seconds, which made the whole arena exclaimed, especially the Japanese players were even more happy. This is their victory. If this is the case, they will wait until the final Zou Yilang definitely has the hope of achieving better results.

Then the best time in the third round was only ten seconds one one, which was far behind the results of Yang Fei and Zou Yilang, but in the fourth round, an athlete from Qatar also ran ten seconds and two, and His wind speed is stronger than Wang Qi's, and the resistance he receives is greater.

For a time, the [-]-meter runway was full of wind and clouds, and it became the focus of the entire Asian track.

"Who do you think will get No.1 in the end?"

"I don't know, anyone can!"

The members of the Chinese team are also very curious. If there is another No.1 who wins this major event, it will definitely become a major domestic news and a star at the same time.

Now some of the sports quotients on the scene have already regretted it to death. With Yang Fei's achievements, he will definitely become a new star in the sports world.

This time, all the players and reporters were staring at the final in the afternoon. This time, the Chinese team was not a spectator. The cheerleaders came to the stands for the first time.

"come on, come on, come on……"

Although the surrounding stands are not the same as those on the court, the atmosphere will not change, especially this is the solo demeanor of a personal hero.

It's a different mood from playing football. I bend down and squat down, feel the hot breath on the runway, and feel the slight wind in the air.

The whole body is concentrated on the feet, the eyes are fixed on the front, and the ears are listening to the gunshot.

"A good runner can blend with the wind, they are the sons of the wind..."

"Son of the wind?" Yang Fei thought of what Jia Xin said about the highest level of running.

Although the current international conference has a very high wind speed limit, it can only be calculated within a certain range, because the wind speed has a great impact on the [-]-meter race.

Of course, being able to run at a good speed is also related to God. If you are given a headwind, I believe your speed will definitely be affected.

Jia Xin looked nervously at the figure on the runway, and Jia Ming felt the direction of the wind.

Downwind, this is a good factor, suddenly a gust of wind blew over, Yang Fei felt the sound of the wind, his body suddenly relaxed, no, not relaxed, how did he relax during the game, it was just Yang Fei’s feeling at this moment It was very special, as if the body felt the wind, and it was in a state of being integrated with the wind, and it was about to float with the wind, and the body became lighter. At this time, the referee's gunshot rang out.

"brush!"

All the players on the runway rushed out immediately.

"The most important thing is the rushing and running. There are many players who are good at starting at the first time and finally gain a huge advantage. However, many people use the later acceleration, but there is too much luck in this starting. , some people can start immediately with the gunshots, and some are betting on the synchronization of the gunshots, so there is the saying of rushing, but as long as they win strongly, they can definitely take the lead, but most of them are We don't run until the gunshots rang out..."

"Then what's the best way?"

"The best way is for your body to be able to relax from the tense and stiff state, and then don't be ranked by the referee at the far side and the innermost lane, because one of these two positions is too close to the gunshot, and the other is too Far, it will affect your reaction..."

"Then I will stand in the center and rush out immediately..."

Jia Xin thought about what he had said to Yang Fei before, but at this start, the world famous players dare not say that they can reach the best state every time.

It can't even be adjusted well, so every tenth of a second on the [-] meters has a decision difference.

"Rush out, the first one, the first one to rush out..."

Jia Ming and all the coaches around him were stunned. Jia Xin covered his mouth happily. He did it, and he was in the best condition.

It was like a rainbow suddenly rushed in front of everyone...

Yang Fei felt that his body was always very light, as if there was a thrust pushing himself behind him, as if a force made him faster, he didn't even feel the strength of his steps.

Rush, rush, speed up, speed up...

"I can still accelerate, my limit has not yet been reached..." Yang Fei started to accelerate, started to accelerate...

When Yang Fei had this idea, his speed increased again. The first time he accelerated, he threw away all the players around him. The second time he accelerated, he obviously left them all behind. The time to speed up the third time has already arrived. end.

Zou Yilang just felt that Yang Fei was by his side, but he had already appeared in front of him, so he could only stare at a figure from behind.

9 seconds 97! ! !

(End of this chapter)