All-in-one Sign

"This man has a problem with his attitude."

In the stands, among the people who heard the news, a bald man pointed at Xu Ang, who could not escape the enthusiasm of a certain assistant coach, and was changing into fitting running shoes. His face was full of dissatisfaction, and his words were full of impatience.

Everyone present could hear his emotions, but no one took over.

Who doesn't know the relationship between Ma Jian and Zhang Ming, the director will retire within two years, and now is an important period to determine the successor, and the two fought fiercely. With the advantage of many disciples, Ma Jian has the upper hand, and he does not want Zhang Ming to overtake in a corner due to unexpected factors.

Originally, Ma Jian didn't want to come, and he didn't want other people accompanying him to come, but the director sent a message, and he had to come. But even if he came, he would not do nothing, and naturally he wanted to find an opportunity to apply eye drops to Zhang Ming.

As for Xu Ang, an eighteen-year-old boy, Ma Jian completely ignored him.

"Our athletes are all trained since childhood. They do the hardest training and have the most professional coaches. Even they can't run the results. How can an ordinary person who has not received professional training be able to do it."

"Lao Zhang is under too much pressure and eager to achieve results, and the whole person has become unrealistic. Let me tell you, is the organization considering reducing the burden on Lao Zhang and letting him rest well to avoid problems. After all, he is an old comrade. Now, you should be compassionate to those who should be compassionate, and you should also take care of those who should be cared for.”

Several people listened to Ma Jian babbling non-stop, some were silent, some smiled fascinatedly, and some had a cold look in their eyes.

The director hasn't retired yet, and things haven't settled yet, so you, Ma Jian, started pointing the way to see what you can do.

Even if you want to be sympathetic and take care of it, it will be arranged by the director.

It is said that people leave the tea to cool, but before this person leaves, you want to blow the tea to cool, and you should let the director think of you, and you will die properly.

Ma Jian's overstepping didn't seem to make the director angry, the latter just said: "Let's see first."

Competitive competitions only judge heroes based on their achievements, and it is useless to say too much beforehand. Before the results came out, except for Ma Jian, who was concerned about his personal interests, no one here would make a statement.

While the others were talking, Xu Ang had already changed his shoes. He jumped on the spot twice, feeling very good.

To say that this professional equipment is different, Xu Ang felt that after changing his shoes, he had two springs installed under his feet. He didn't need to run, he knew that he would definitely run faster this time than before.

"Everyone take your place."

"Prepare!"

boom!

At the same time as the signal gun rang, Xu Ang's whole body was like an arrow from the string, and he jumped out in a swish.

At the same time, whether it was Coach Zhang, other coaches beside the track, or Ma Jian and others in the stands, they all started to count the time subconsciously.

Although they have different goals, some people want to see if Xu Ang is so amazing as Coach Zhang said, and some people want to dismantle Coach Zhang's trick and take the opportunity to get this competitor out of the game early, but they are all doing the same thing. Waiting for the result.

Xu Ang, who didn't know that his ticket game this time had attracted the attention of many people, was racing on the 100-meter track at the moment, galloping like a gallop.

The things on both sides quickly regressed, and the wind whistled past his ears, leaving him with only one feeling now—I can fly.

This flying feeling made Xu Ang experience the pleasure of Mercedes-Benz life for the first time, and it also made him understand why the 100-meter run stands out among so many track and field events and has an influence beyond other events.

Xu Ang's adrenaline surged during the run, and a voice in his heart was roaring: Faster, faster, I want to run faster, and I can run faster.

Ma Jian was frightened. As a professional coach, Xu Ang saw that this young man was different from what he expected from the start of the race. It's not that his competitor Lao Zhang is grandstanding, but that he has truly eye-popping strength.

What surprised Ma Jian even more was that Xu Ang kept speeding up, and it was Xu Ang's behavior that made Ma Jian unacceptable.

The starting, mid-section, and final sprint, the various tricks in it and the advantageous sections created by the athletes' different physical conditions by choosing what they are good at don't exist here in Xu Ang, he just needs to keep speeding up.

What do we coaches like you do? Professional skills and theoretical knowledge are just shattered by your simple and rude move to speed up. Let me tell you what you are good for.

Playing like you, how useful are we coaches?

You don't do things like that.

It's a shame to break someone's job, young man.

When Xu Ang swept past the finish line like the wind, his 100-meter speed record was fixed on the timer: nine seconds eight.

The whole 0.3 improvement in performance not only caused the entire gym to fall into silence, but also made Coach Zhang Ming, who had tested him once before, rubbing his eyes.

It's just that I changed a pair of professional running shoes, and my performance has improved so much. What kind of results would it be if he were allowed to learn professional running moves and find the most suitable running posture and pace frequency for him.

Zhang Ming didn't dare to think about it, because it was too beautiful, and he suspected that he was in a dream. com doesn't want to wake up.

clap clap clap...

Applause came from the stands. First, the director was applauding, followed by a few people next to the director, and then the reluctant Ma Jian.

Hearing the applause, Zhang Ming woke up. He looked at the timer and then looked at the stands. He was greeted by smiling faces that expressed kindness, well, except for Ma Jian.

The applause from the stands also brought the others back to their senses. They cheered and rushed towards Zhang Ming and Xu Ang.

"Congratulations, old Zhang."

"Head Zhang, it's developed, this time it's developed."

Except for Xu Ang, everyone was inexplicably excited.

Xu Ang, who hasn't figured out the situation, has absolutely no idea what happened to Zhang Ming and the others. Don't he just want to know how fast his 100-meter run can go after being rewarded by the speed attribute of the all-around sign-in system. I don't even have the slightest feeling. Why are you so excited.

By the way, are you all so passionate about sports?

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

Zhang Ming and the others don't matter, what's the matter with you, Hendry, why are you making a fuss.

Scratching his head, Xu Ang was just about to ask him what his achievements were, but he didn't want those who came to catch him and play him a game of aerial toss.

While throwing them away, he shouted, "Who said we yellow race can't run for ten seconds!"

Xu Ang, who was terrified and worried about his safety, immediately understood what was going on after hearing the shout.

Even for someone like him who doesn't pay much attention to track and field events, he still knows what a 100-meter run in ten seconds means.

So, before I even noticed it, I became a trapeze? !

Ok…

No, let me be quiet.