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Li Weijun also made a big mistake. He thought that it was a comrade from the military district's propaganda department who was specially sent by Hu Dingguo to take pictures of him breaking the record. He couldn't find Song Tianyang for a while and happened to meet him, so he didn't take any precautions.

I thought to myself that I was cooperating with the publicity work to some extent, just taking a photo casually to show my appreciation, and to give myself some face. Who knows, maybe my request to return to Beijing early will be approved, which would be convenient for both myself and others.

He never expected that this group of reporters were completely fake and had sneaked in through some unexplainable special relationships.

It just so happened that Song Tianyang led many athletes of the track and field team to temporarily avoid the limelight, without explaining the reasons clearly at all. Various factors intertwined and mixed together, causing this misunderstanding.

One group wanted to cooperate in taking the promotional photos as quickly as possible to avoid delaying the dinner process, while the other group was confused and held the stopwatch in their hands, intending to laugh it off as a joke.

Sometimes things are just so ingenious, and due to various coincidences, unexpected scenes arise.

Accompanied by the whistle blower's loud whistle, Li Weijun quickly took off like a cannonball, although his starting posture was not as good as those of the veterans who had been tempered and had already formed muscle memory.

But he already had the correct posture, so during the starting and accelerating phase, Li Weijun ran a little faster than his previous running. To prevent this, he broke the world record twice in one day in a short period of time.

Li Weijun deliberately restrained his strength and slowed down his speed while running, hoping to control the time of the 9-meter track and field sprint to 58 seconds.

Although Li Weijun deliberately slowed down his speed, it was still incredibly fast for the people watching.

Especially the male reporter with a crew cut who was chatting and laughing just a moment ago and treated this matter as a joke to relieve boredom, stared in amazement as Li Weijun ran towards the finish line like a torrent of wind and rain.

The speed was so fast that I couldn't even see the frequency of my legs moving. I just felt like a hurricane, sweeping towards me fiercely and irresistibly.

As for the other young men and women around who seemed indifferent and calm the moment before, they were so shocked that they covered their mouths and were unable to speak for a long time.

Sometimes, there is no need for sophisticated instruments to determine whether the speed is fast or slow. Whether it is fast or slow, visible to the naked eye, is an extremely intuitive and controllable feeling.

Even though these people were not professional track and field athletes and had no clear concept of speed, the words "Fuck, that's awesome..." still echoed in their minds.

Seeing this group of people looking dumbfounded and unpromising, the whistleblower who had experienced this kind of situation before glanced at the group of people as if he was used to it.

The corners of his mouth showed a little disdain: "This is a well-informed reporter, but he looks like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world."

He complained like this in his heart and completely forgot about the subversive shock that Li Weijun had brought not long ago.

That was the fastest man he had ever seen as a whistleblower, and it reminded him of the falcons flying fast over the plateau in his hometown, with the same powerful and impactful aesthetic.

Li Weijun breathed evenly and arrived at the finish line calmly. He looked at the short-haired male reporter standing there in a daze, frowning and saying, "Comrade, did you take the photo just now? After taking the photo, the mission is completed. I have to leave. Tell the old leader that you can use this photo for the next propaganda work."

The short-haired young man seemed not to hear anything, and froze in place, muttering to himself: "9 seconds, it's really 58 seconds, it's really 9 seconds, a world record, there really is someone who can run that fast, incredible, incredible!"

It was only then that Li Weijun noticed that the short-haired young man had been staring at the stopwatch in his hand, and he hadn't even opened the camera during the entire process.

I couldn't help but get a little angry: "Hey, I said you guys are quite amateurs. You couldn't even do something as simple as taking a photo. Why are you just counting time? Isn't this just a waste of time?"

Until now, Li Weijun had not doubted the identity of this group of people as the propaganda comrades of the military region, and was just about to return to the starting point to run again in disappointment.

Song Tianyang happened to notice the situation here, and his heart skipped a beat. He was secretly depressed: "Could it be that Li Weijun personally ran in front of these outspoken bastards? Things are bad."

The record for the 9-meter sprint in track and field was broken to 58 seconds. This is not only heavyweight news in China, but also a depth bomb in the world. It is no exaggeration to say that the confidentiality of this matter is no less than that of a state secret.

What's more, there are many hidden enemy spies in the country. If one of them gets wind of the news and takes some dangerous measures to physically eliminate Li Weijun, the trump card, then the domestic track and field industry will regress by more than 50 years.

This was the reason why Hu Dingguo was reluctant to let Li Weijun return to the capital to continue working as a projectionist and purchasing agent.

The military district is heavily guarded, with checkpoints at every level and both visible and hidden sentries interwoven, ensuring Li Weijun's personal safety to the greatest extent possible.

If Li Weijun was allowed to return to the capital, not only would we have to worry all day about enemy spies causing sabotage, but if Li Weijun fell or hurt his leg in a fight, the losses would be immeasurable.

So Song Tianyang, who had figured this out, hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you guys? Didn't we agree? No comment, no comment, why are you still staying in the military area? Wei Jun, you didn't reveal anything that shouldn't be revealed, did you?"

Looking at Song Tianyang's nervous and anxious face, Li Weijun instantly sensed something fishy and wrong.

Looking at the young men and women next to him who looked guilty and lacking confidence, it was clear to him what the crux of the matter was.

"You guys are not from the military propaganda department, so how did you get in? What happened just now..."

Li Weijun frowned and was about to say something when the short-haired young man holding the stopwatch also realized the seriousness of the matter.

He explained jokingly, "No, no, I didn't see anything just now. Comrade, don't worry, we will keep our mouths shut and not leak a single word."

"Keep your mouth shut? I don't think so. Jiaquan, go inform the guards to temporarily detain these people. Then we'll see how the old commander handles them."

Song Tianyang snorted coldly, his expression slightly disdainful, and waved his hand. Chen Jiaquan, who was following behind him, did not slack off and left a few tall and strong track and field athletes to control the scene. How could Li Weijun not know that trouble comes from the mouth.