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As the head coach of the national track and field team, Song Tianyang led a large number of track and field trainers to Shanghai overnight, which naturally attracted the attention of local newspaper reporters.

Some well-informed and resourceful reporters came with their cameras and asked a series of tricky questions in an attempt to find out what Song Tianyang had to say.

"As far as I know, our national track and field team just held a 100-meter track and field competition in Hanyang not long ago. The players should not have rested yet. Why did they suddenly come to Shanghai in such a hurry? Could it be that they want to hold a friendly competition in the military district? Or are they renovating in Shanghai to prepare for the upcoming Liben World Olympics?"

This male reporter with a neat short buzz cut acted as if he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter. He threw out several questions in succession and left his trump card behind. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be in a panic.

But for an old fox like Song Tianyang, how to deal with tricky reporters has become commonplace.

After coughing symbolically and straightening his collar, he replied with a serious face: "Comrade reporter, the reason why our track and field team came to the Shanghai Military Region is indeed to exchange ideas. After all, the whole country is a chessboard, and there are masters among the people. It is impossible to cook with an empty pot if you always work behind closed doors. As for the establishment of the World Olympic Games, this is not information I can access. I can only say that sports have no borders. As for more information, I am sorry that it is difficult to tell you."

Song Tianyang's skill of repeating the same thing over and over again has reached perfection. It seems that he has answered every question, but in fact, there is no useful information.

Seeing this, the short-haired male reporter was unwilling to accept it and continued to ask aggressively, "Sports have no borders. Coach Song means that the track and field team will participate in the competition at the Liben World Olympics this time?"

"Well, there is indeed no specific information for the time being. This time the incident happened suddenly, and we did not have sufficient understanding and preparation. We are bound by obedience. We must do whatever the leader asks us to do. If the leader does not ask us to do anything, I am completely in the dark."

Song Tianyang felt a little displeased when he saw that the reporter was so ungrateful.

I'm sorry I can't tell you anymore, but I won't keep harping on the problem.

Whether to participate in the World Olympics is a matter that he, as the head coach of track and field, can decide. Who can guarantee that the higher-ups will not stop him?

Before there was any news from above, the newspapers in Shanghai had already published an article, "A grand event in the sports world, the head coach of the national team, Comrade Song Tianyang, drew his sword and rode his horse, boasting that he would flatten the foundation!"

Song Tianyang knew all too well about these journalists and newspapers who were good at making groundless accusations and exaggerating.

Precisely because of his thorough understanding, he knew exactly what kind of nature these journalists who were good at writing letters and phrases were. Hearsay and alarmist remarks were all good, but the most feared thing was fabricating something out of nothing and putting a few high hats on something, which would increase the seriousness of the matter sharply.

So when Song Tianyang saw that he couldn't escape, he cunningly chose to flee. The track and field team members who were originally peeing and joining in the fun knew what their leader meant.

Those who had to urinate urgently had to urinate, those who were thirsty had stomachaches, those who had sprained their ankles had stomachaches, and it all soon disappeared.

It was considered a good thing that this group of aggressive and persistent reporters were left alone and ignored. If it were not for the fact that this group of people came to the military area unimpeded and must have some backers, the tall and strong with bad temper athletes would have beaten them up long ago.

These days, if you go out to eat in a restaurant, you can get beaten up by the restaurant staff. It is not uncommon for track and field athletes to angrily beat up reporters.

Although he did not get the accurate information he wanted, at least he did take photos of Song Tianyang and a group of track and field athletes. With these visible evidences, he can still write the text in the newspapers at will.

Ambiguity is sometimes also an attitude.

So after circling around the track for a while and confirming that Song Tianyang, the old fox, had no intention of turning back, the reporters did not stay any longer and waste time.

Just as he was about to go back home and write an article, he happened to run into Li Weijun who was looking for Song Tianyang and others.

In those days, the fashionable clothing among young people was mostly dark green military uniforms with red collars, and these young reporters were no exception.

When Li Weijun saw these people, he discovered that they had professional video equipment hanging around their necks, and were wearing military caps and red scarves. He subconsciously thought that these people were comrades specially assigned by the military region to do propaganda.

So he didn't take any precautions and said casually, "Why, isn't Coach Song here? After lunch, I saw Coach Song leading the comrades in stretching. Are you here to promote the world record-breaking event in the 100-meter track and field?"

He does not mean that.

All these journalists are people who keep an eye on everything. The short-haired male reporter quickly caught the key words in Li Weijun's words.

Some were uncertain and asked, "What did you say? The 100-meter track and field world record?"

This absurd remark made the man himself burst into laughter: "Comrade, don't make fun of us. Isn't Chen Jiaquan the fastest runner in the country? I just saw him. His fastest 10-meter run is 3 seconds, which is a long way from the world track and field sprint record. There is no such thing as a -meter world track and field record."

Several young male and female reporters who were accompanying them couldn't help but cover their mouths with laughter.

Everyone knows what the level of domestic track and field sports is like. We can only say that it is not up to par on the world stage for the time being. If there really is any 100-meter sprint track and field record, it will probably be the front-page headline in all major newspapers.

Seeing the questioning eyes of the group of people, Li Weijun stretched lazily and asked with some disapproval: "Have you taken the photos for the promotion?"

"Promotional photos? Oh, you mean those, of course."

The young man with a crew cut raised the camera in his hand and was about to say something, but he saw Li Weijun frowning and silently stuffing the stopwatch in his arms into the young man's hand.

Then, in the surprised gaze of everyone, he found the whistle blower on the track and field, whispered for a while, and then saw Li Weijun walking to the finish line as if he was strolling in the garden.

"Editor-in-chief, what does this mean? Are they asking us to count?"

A young woman with a slightly childish face looked at everything happening in front of her in confusion.

The short-haired young man who was called the editor-in-chief was also confused. He looked at the sentry who was about to whistle and said doubtfully, "It's hard to say. Some stubborn people won't cry until they see the coffin. Since you want a live demonstration, let's just watch it."