readx;?“ Haha! Lin Feng, you are really an amateur in the shot put, do you really think that someone can throw such a heavy shot put so far?"

Hearing Lin Feng's concern of this friendly reminder, Ou Yong smiled even more happily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info（..) Because this fully proves that Lin Feng has no understanding of the shot put at all, the shot put used in the Qingbei University Freshman Games is more than seven kilograms of the international competition standard, and in the world record, the best score of the men's shot put is only more than 23 meters, and the position where Ou Yong observes and records the results of the competition is 30 meters away from the position of the player, and it is impossible to be hit.

However, through this, Ou Yong can judge that Lin Feng doesn't know anything about shot put, which is also in his arms.

"Oh, is that so? Mr. Ou, I don't know if others can throw that far, but when I play in a while, I suggest you stay away. Lin Feng smiled slightly and said.

"Sick!Lin Feng, don't brag, if you can throw it that far, how about I just stand there and let you smash it?"

Shaking his head, seeing that Yao Dapang's second round of throwing was about to start, Ou Yong immediately rushed back.

"Look! I'm going to come to the real thing right now!"

In the first blow just now, Yao Dapang didn't use all his strength, but retained his strength. But even so, the score of more than 17 meters is enough to win the championship.

However, this time the squad leader Fu Yangxu said that he wanted to convince Lin Feng of the economic (2) class completely. Therefore, when Yao Dapang threw it for the second time, he held his breath, swished, and threw the shot put out fiercely.

"I'm going to it! It's flying...... This time it seems to be further away......"

"Grass! Yao Da Fat, is this going against the sky? Also, he is a professional player, and he is indeed completely beating other amateurs!"

"The shot put has fallen! Oh my God, it's a little farther away than last time......"

……

In the audience, everyone let out an exclamation when they saw Yao Dapang's shot put fall in the second round. They were originally more than 17 meters should be the real strength to break, but this goal has improved the score a little.

"19.1 meters! Yao Bin from the International Trade Center (1) class, congratulations, you have set a new record in the men's shot put in our Qingbei University! The last record was eight years ago for a senior graduate, and his score was 18.9 meters. ”

After measuring the results and confirming that they were correct, Ou Yong shouted to Yao Dapang with congratulations.

"Oh yes! Record-breaking...... Yao Dapang from our class broke the record in Qingbei as soon as he came, which was simply amazing. ”

"Needless to say, isn't the first place in the shot put obvious? It must be our class Yao's big fat!"

……

There was a burst of exclamations and congratulations, even those students who were not interested in the shot put event at all, couldn't help but exclaim, after all, it was a record-breaker!

Throwing such a good result, Yao Da Fat was not complacent at all, he continued to pick up the shot put for the third time, this time he had to follow the instructions of the squad leader Fu Yangxu, use the strength to eat, to challenge himself, slammed hard, swished, and the shot put flew out in a very perfect arc.

"Damn!...... It's even more powerful than just now, and it seems like ......"

"Is this Yao Da Fat going against the sky? Could it be that the record that has just been broken is going to be broken again?"

"It's too hanging! Shouldn't you be going to go up 20 meters? That's really a sensation, as if the record of our National Youth Games is a little more than 20 meters......

……

Bang!

When the shot put landed, everyone was stunned, because after each ball landed, Ou Yong would put a red flag in that position to make a mark. Obviously, the position of the shot put that fell for the third time was a little farther away than the second red flag just now.

"Twenty meters! Oh my God! 20.3 meters, Yao Bin, a student from the International Trade (1) class, once again refreshed our school's men's shot put record, and ...... Broke the 20.2-meter record of the Chinese Youth Games......"

At this moment, even Ou Yong couldn't help but get excited, and it was rare for him to be able to witness this moment.

"Yay! another record-breaking ......"

"Yao Da Fat, you're too hanging......"

"It's worthy of being fat in our International Trade (1) class!"

……

On the side of the International Trade (1) class, the whole class went crazy, and Yao Dapang took off his shirt even more, ran over with joy, and celebrated and shouted with the boys in the class.

"It's amazing, it's a record-breaker again. I didn't expect to see a shot put to make my blood boil!"

"It's really not easy, I've played with that shot put, it's more than ten pounds! It's very heavy, and it can be thrown so far, it's really amazing!"

"I didn't expect that there are so many powerful people among the freshmen of our Qingbei University!"

……

Even the seniors and seniors who rushed to watch the excitement couldn't help but cheer and celebrate, after all, this is a record of the Youth Games, and as a member of Qingbei University, everyone should feel the same honor.

But at this time, none of the students in the Economics (2) class were happy. Deputy squad leader Zhao Zhen had an expression that he knew this earlier, and sighed and said: "Hey, I know that Yao Dapang of the International Trade (1) class is very powerful, but the squad leader is not without a chance, the second place is only more than 14 meters now, as long as the squad leader throws a 15 meters, the gap between us and the International Trade (1) class will not be too big." ”

"Yes, I hope the squad leader can get a second place, so that as long as we win the team race and the 5,000 meters, we can still be first." ”

"I believe in the squad leader, everyone cheers for the squad leader! only fifteen meters is enough......"

……

Obviously, almost all the students in the Economics (2) class have given up their illusions about Lin Feng winning the shot put.

Not only that, but the sophomores and juniors who came to see Lin Feng's excitement were all the same, and they were not optimistic about Lin Feng at all. And the players who competed behind Yao Dapang were obviously completely unmotivated, and the thirteen or fourteen meters they threw out were simply worlds apart from Yao Dapang's twenty meters.

"No. 17, Lin Feng of the Economics (2) class, it's your turn......!

Ou Yong was happy in his heart, and when it was Lin Feng's turn, he shouted loudly at him.

"Got it! got it...... Teacher Ou, are you sure you're still competing?" Lin Feng moved, moved his joints, twisted his waist, and asked Ou Yongdao with a smile.

"Of course!what?, are you afraid that I will stand here and see your irregular movements clearly?" Ou Yong said with a smile inappropriately, "You just give up struggling!" Lin Feng, your class can't win at all this time...... Unless, you beg me!haha......"

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