Although he couldn't sleep, he was forced by his mother, so he could only go to bed obediently.

In the afternoon, Zhou Guyuan, who got up early, went to Jiaotong University accompanied by his mother and Zhang Yuxuan.

On the playground, the atmosphere of the finals was quite strong, and there seemed to be a lot of people.

There are even a lot more college students, a lot more people from outside the school, and some people even set up stalls near the playground to sell all kinds of snacks and mineral water.

However, these people all look like they are ready to run away at any time, they don't put out much, and they keep looking around, for fear of being discovered by the school.

As soon as Zhou Guyuan arrived, he was stopped by Zhao Weiguo.

"Why are you running so fast in the morning? Forget it, I'm not going to do this with you, you ran very well in the semi-finals in the morning, and the next final will follow this momentum, while maintaining the lead, if possible, it's better to run faster.....

There may be benefits you don't expect, come on!"

Lao Zhao's words made Zhou Guyuan's second hand puzzled, and asked in a daze what the benefits were.

However, Lao Zhao smiled and said nothing, did not reveal the mystery, and looked mysterious.

And Zhang Meiling patted him on the back of the head and said:

"The teacher tells you to run faster, so you run faster, why do you ask so much? Is it possible that the teacher will still hurt you?"

A reprimand that turned retreat into advance suddenly stumped Zhao Weiguo, and after thinking about it, Lao Zhao said:

"Mother Zhou, don't worry, I also listened, it seems that a big leader is coming over this time, so Zhou Guyuan, you have to work hard, if you are favored by the big leader, it is likely to fly. ”

Soaring?

Zhou Guyuan maintained a skeptical attitude towards this law, because when the big leader came, at most, he would only let him enter the city track and field team or the provincial team, but even so, so what?

Domestically, or on the Asian side, the shortcomings in sprinting are well known.

At present, there is no yellow race that can run in less than 10 seconds, and even if it is 10 seconds, there are very few athletes.

Maybe in a few years, there will be a hurdler named Liu Xiang, but in the 100-meter sprint, there is really no such awesome athlete.

Therefore, Zhou Guyuan naturally scoffed at Zhao Weiguo's words, why did he rush and enter the city team or the provincial team, aren't they all like birds?

However, even so, there are many athletes who flock to it, after all, if you enter the provincial team, you will eat an iron rice bowl, and you will receive a salary.

The old Zhou family is not short of money, nor is there a shortage of iron rice bowls, but the only thing that is lacking is reputation.

Having a mine at home may be a compliment in the future, but it's not so good at the moment.

It's a mixed bag!

There are reports on the news that either someone died in a certain mine today, or there was an accident in a certain mine tomorrow or something.

There are countless such news, how good can the public's evaluation of Z be?

Probably to the miners, that's what they eat, with their heads on their waists, ready to sacrifice at any moment.

For such a social phenomenon, Zhou Guyuan is still old, he can't control it, and he doesn't have such ability.

Now he just wants to do well in the 100m final and run to his limit.

In the semi-finals in the morning, he was furious, broke the record of the city's middle school student sports meeting in one go, and directly blasted out the big leader.

Although I don't know who the big leader is, I can't be treated so solemnly by Zhao Weiguo, I don't want to be famous.

However, Zhou Guyuan didn't think too much about this, and at this time, with the help of his mother and Sister Xuan, he pasted the brand.

Fu Yujie still failed to enter the final after all, and he was brushed off with a gap of 0.03 seconds.

The guy wasn't discouraged, as he made it to the final of the 200m.

"Yuan, you have to come on, the gold medal of the 100-meter sprint depends on you. ”

Lao Fu was full of emotion, quite a feeling that the back waves of the Yangtze River pushed the front waves, and the front waves died on the beach.

Although he relied on the old man to tell Zhou Guyuan, he still looked quite happy, mainly because Fu Yujie was a head shorter than Zhou Guyuan, and those who patted the latter's shoulder had to stand on tiptoe to pat.

Zhang Yuxuan and Zhang Meiling next to them both laughed, and Zhou Guyuan also held back his smile and nodded seriously, saying that he would definitely win the gold medal.

After the check-in was completed, Zhou Guyuan went to the starting point and began to prepare for the warm-up action.

In this final, two people from the High School of China Normal University entered the finals, and one of them was the one who ran in the semifinals.

After this person saw Zhou Guyuan at this time, he was still very arrogant, "Hehe, the semi-finals are running fast, the finals are not so simple, be careful." ”

"He is crossed by him, and the breeze blows the hills!"

Zhou Guyuan recited a poem with an expressionless face, and then ignored this person.

"Yo, I can't imagine that I'm still a top student. Although I don't know what the poem you read means, I guarantee you won't win the championship of the 100-meter sprint. ”

For this forgiveness, Zhou Guyuan didn't bother to take care of this person, and he made a pen.

"Referee, this person harassed me and threatened me that I wouldn't win the championship!"

Don't talk too much about the pen, let the person who can cure the pen cure him.

Therefore, Zhou Guyuan directly found the referee on the side, and now it was his turn to be dumbfounded.

The other athletes who were warming up were also looking sideways, but Zhou Guyuan was doing warm-up exercises, and he didn't care about the strange eyes around him.

Although, the athlete who ran eleven seconds in the first group in the morning was also there, and it was the athlete that he should pay attention to.

However, it's useless to pay attention, it's better to do your own things and run out of the first place, which is the most important thing.

While they were nervously preparing for the warm-up, at the end of the 100 meters, the lame middle-aged man was already waiting.

Compared with the lame middle-aged man who was anxiously waiting, the silver-haired old man sitting on the rostrum was refreshed, looking at the athletes in the audience from time to time, and there was a lot more smile on his face.

"Elder Zheng, we have all been informed, and the teachers of the athletes have also instructed them, this 100-meter final will definitely be quite exciting. ”

A leader of the Education Bureau sitting next to him was smiling very happily.

"Well, although I'm in a hurry, if I can really find such a good seedling, it won't be in vain for me to go through this. ”

The silver-haired old man smiled and said, and the other leaders immediately took it, no, no, two good seedlings have been found in the morning, and there will definitely be no difference.

Several people are holding the winning ticket, patting their chests and beating the package ticket, as if the results of the 100-meter dash have come out.

In fact, the reason why they are so sure is because they have verified many times, and the results of the semi-finals have not been cheated at all.

The physical education teachers in the referee's office naturally don't dare to lie to their leaders, and there is a final, no one wants to shoot themselves in the foot.

They were still talking casually, and all of a sudden, the final of the 100-meter dash began.

The first to play the finals was still the junior high school group, and the first to see was the high school group, but the semi-finals in the morning made everyone's attention to the junior high school group.

On the contrary, everyone lost interest in the high school group.

The two dark horses in the morning were enough to beat the entire high school group, so it was normal for everyone to stare at the junior high school group.

On one side of the calm high school group, on the other side is the dragon fighting junior high school group, and it is obvious that everyone prefers to see the latter.

As the shots rang out, the eight athletes ran out, but it didn't take long for the referee's whistle to blow.

Someone is running away!

Zhou Guyuan looked at it intently, oh, I don't know the rush, and I ran eleven seconds and seven seconds when I heard the semifinals.

If it weren't for him and another athlete who ran into 11 seconds this year, I'm afraid the championship would be in the bag of the runner in front of me.

Someone rushed to the first shot, and the referee gave a warning.

In the second shot, someone ran away again, this time the rush was even more excessive, and as soon as the referee's preparation was shouted, the person ran out and took everyone out.

There was a boo from the field, and the referee's face was black.

Warn again, and then prepare for the third shot, this time the referee, I don't know if the two rushes just now made him angry, so after preparation, he didn't shoot.

Well, someone else is running away.

Well, now, the leaders on the rostrum are a little dissatisfied.

What kind of plane?

The eight athletes, except for the three who rushed away, all had a belly of fire, but they couldn't vent.

Zhou Guyuan was more vigilant at this time.

These people who rushed just now, he always felt that the other party was making a tactical attack and wanted to disturb the mentality of him and other athletes.

In this way, the person who is the first to run may be more calm.

Looking at several other athletes coldly, Zhou Guyuan's heart became calmer.

With so many twists and turns in such a game, what about other higher-level competitions?

After calming down, Zhou Guyuan got rid of all other noises and tried to listen carefully to the referee's words.

Preparing to start again, this time, everyone was staring at the eight athletes, and the people who shouted cheers were silent.

"All in place...... Prepare ......."

Boom!

The gunshot rang out, and Zhou Guyuan was the first to jump out.

Running with the sound of gunfire is almost his unique skill, but the referee teacher has no words.

Because, as soon as he pressed the gun, Zhou Guyuan just started his body, and his reaction time of 0.01 second was super accurate and amazing.

The sidelines were full of cheering sounds, and it was very lively.

All eight athletes were running at an astonishing speed.

Many spectators on the sidelines saw the shadows in front of them flicker and disappear, and then felt a gust of wind pass by.

There may be a daughter-in-law's sister's skirt that was lifted, but everyone didn't notice this scene, but stared at the athlete intently.

The silver-haired old man and several leaders on the rostrum were all brightly eyed, and it seemed that it was really more intense than the semi-finals in the morning.

The lame middle-aged man who was squeezed out of the circle could only find a slightly taller place and try to wait and see.

A battle is raging after many rushes, but it seems that the result is somewhat unexpected.