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The electronic score is 11.21 seconds, this result is indeed very strong, a proper national first-class athlete level, Song Junwen's pride is not unreasonable, this is the level of many colleges and universities to win the championship.

Most colleges and universities record the 100m in just over 11 seconds.

At this moment, Song Junwen really enjoyed the feeling of focus, and he really felt that he was the protagonist.

This feeling is so cool that you don't want it.

Wowhaha, Lao Tzu can finally be the same.

Thinking of his second experience, Song Junwen suddenly looked at the arena and asked, "What about Zheng Ya?" Why did you go? ”

On this occasion, the third child does not come to celebrate, it really feels almost delicious, and the safflower also needs green leaves to be deposited, and at this time he needs the third child to be a green leaf.

There should be envious eyes from the third child here.

Zheng Ya didn't know that Song Er was thinking about himself again.

Zheng Ya was doing the final verification on the side of the track at this time, and after the group finished, it was about to go to Zheng Ya's group game, and the referee on the field was already counting the number of people.

Song Junwen asked about Zheng Ya, and Yang Zijie said with a smile: "He is preparing to run 100 meters." ”

Song Junwen laughed and said: "It doesn't matter if he runs or not, with me and Libo in the 100-meter run, this Games will definitely be able to produce results, hahaha, he doesn't have to be ugly." ”

Tang Yawen insisted: "That's not necessarily, I think Zheng Ya's speed on the football field is very fast, and the speed of 100 meters should not be bad, right?" ”

Song Junwen raised a finger in front of his mouth, and shook his head: "Layman!" If you ask Libo, you will know that the technical content of the 100-meter run is high, from the start to the final collision line, it is very particular, haha, the third guy ran once back then, he said it himself, others went out more than three meters, he reacted, wahahaha, so that the referee thought that the whole group had violated the rules. ”

Tang Yawen looked at Yang Zijie.

Yang Zijie blinked her eyes and said, "Song Er, that was Zheng Ya in the past, but not necessarily now?" ”

Song Junwen: "The nature of the country is easy to change, and the dog can't change the, wahaha, I think Zheng Ya needs to maintain that good virtue." ”

Tang Yawen said angrily: "I'm disgusting, come on, Song Er, I curse you to continue." ”

Song Junwen said draggedly: "You think too much, the result of 11.21 seconds is absolutely invincible, you just wait for me to win the championship in the 100-meter school, by the way, little witch, how did the third child's shot put push?" ”

Yang Zijie said with a smile: "Zheng Ya has already pushed it twice, and the bun squad leader asked him not to push it down." ”

Song Junwen laughed: "Also, it's enough to be ugly twice, and the third time, it's better to be exempt, I'm very curious now, the third guy doesn't know if he has pushed 8 meters, see if Youmu has reached the level of a normal man." ”

Tang Yawen also looked at it.

Yang Zijie glanced at Zheng Ya, who was moving her legs and feet on the edge of the field and began to prepare for the 100-meter run, and said with a smile: "The results are not the best, I think the suggestion of the head of the bun squad is right, Zheng Ya really doesn't have to vote for the third time." ”

Yang Zijie also said the same, Song Junwen suddenly smiled, which means that Zheng Ya's shot put is really miserable, and he said: "Ask, ask, has it broken 7 meters?" ”

Yang Zijie chuckled a few times, and then said: "7 meters and 8 meters or something, but they are broken, I said it, his results are not the best, and he pushed it to less than 16 meters." ”

Song Junwen didn't hear it clearly: "How much?" ”

Tang Yawen was a little dazed.

Yang Zijie grinned and said, "I said, less than 16 meters!" ”

Song Junwen felt dizzy for a while, Tang Yawen really opened her mouth wide, and she could really stuff a duck egg into it.

Coughing twice, Song Junwen finally understood what Yang Zijie meant, this girl is playing word games with him, isn't it better than it's not very good, special, it's not the best meaning, in fact, it's super good.

Why is the third child so powerful?

Tang Yawen suddenly came to her senses, and hurriedly asked: "How many are the ranks, and there is a chance for Mu to qualify?" In this case, how can you not vote for the third time, you must continue to work hard! ”

This is her biggest concern, and her great goal is to break the "double double", break the double digit points, and break the double digit for the finalist events.

Will Zheng Ya's results be able to enter the finals?

Yang Zijie stuck out her tongue and said with a chuckle: "Third for the time being, however, the gap with the first and second is very small, but the gap with the next few is relatively large. ”

Tang Yawen suddenly became happy, and shouted "yes" in her mouth.

At this time, the 100-meter group race in front of Zheng Ya had started, and everyone's attention shifted to the game, but few people noticed the extraordinarily proud Tang Yawen.

Accidentally, Zheng Ya actually gave himself an unexpected surprise, but he didn't expect Zheng Ya's strength to be good, ranking third in the shot put, and it shouldn't be a problem to enter the finals.

Rejoicing.

The 100-meter group race flew by.

The results of this group of competitions are not very good, and the best result did not run under 12 seconds, so it is estimated that the first group has a chance to enter the semi-finals.

After this game, it was Zheng Ya's turn to be in the group.

No matter how Zheng Ya's performance will be, everyone is still paying attention.

After all, Zheng Yake is a real man of the year in class 00, he is particularly outstanding in all aspects, and his popularity is good, so everyone hopes that he can run faster.

Zheng Ya stood on the starting line and began to try some basic starting moves.

Zheng Ya did have a feeling of palpitations in his heart, and he was too impressed by the 100-meter run back then, and he didn't know if it would get better this time.

But I guess it's fine.

I am also a martial arts practitioner, and I have Xingyue Bodhi to help judge, and the performance of the 100-meter run should be improved.

These days, Zheng Ya has practiced his start, acceleration, midway and finish runs based on some knowledge on the Internet.

How effective it is, has not been tested in actual combat.

Time is very tight, Zheng Ya swallowed a lot of things and ate them, and he didn't understand it very deeply, so he could only do his best to improve his grades.

The referee said: "All in place, ready to ......"

In Zheng Ya's mind, Xingyue Bodhi Zi was paying close attention, and the referee pulled the trigger and yelled: "Run." ”

A running word of Xingyue Bodhi fell, and Zheng Ya kicked his feet, like an arrow off the string, and quickly rushed out.

No matter how the other people around him ran, Zheng Ya always kept his eyes firmly in front of him according to Baidu's experience, took a big stride, and rushed forward.

With a new wholeheartedness, Zheng Ya sank into his own running, and didn't even use the Xingyue Bodhi Zi in his mind to pay attention to the situation of other opponents.

It's just to run your own.

Zheng Ya, who was in the middle of the game, didn't know that the arena at this time had become a situation where he was riding in the dust.

Good guy, from the start, Zheng Ya pulled the children's boots behind him farther and farther, and the speed was extremely fast, and he galloped towards the finish line.

Zheng Ya's speed was so fast that the tubes of class 00 were seriously underprepared, and the soup dumplings opened their mouths wide again, forgetting that they should refuel at this time.

However, Yang Zijie was accustomed to Zheng Ya's magical performance, and was the first to react, standing on the edge of the runway, and tearing her throat: "Zheng Ya, come on; Zheng Ya, come on......"

Tang Yawen reacted at this time, and felt that she had joined the ranks of shouting.

Song Junwen looked at Zheng Ya who was rushing away dumbfounded, and a very bad feeling welled up in his heart.

Broken, broken, broken.

It's a little faster.

Broken, broken, broken.

The running posture is too handsome.

The running posture is understandable, after all, Zheng Ya's style is a standard beautiful man, with a slender figure, toned legs, and running forward, giving people a sense of strength and speed, handsome and scum.

It's unreasonable to be fast.

Shouldn't Zheng Ya start much behind?

Now, Song Er seriously suspects that Zheng Ya is suspected of starting early.

Also, the movement of swinging arms, the movement of stepping legs, and the movement of landing on tiptoes are all very standard, at least, Song Er did not find any serious mistakes.

It's fast and super handsome.

Handsome to the extent of elegant, Song Erda felt in his heart that this was the real wind, this was the real son of the wind.

Yes, I was jealous and hateful in my heart.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, as soon as Zheng Ya ran, Song Er felt ashamed and bowed his head in his heart, and saw the cattle and sheep.

Zheng Ya crossed the finish line first, looked left and right, a smile appeared on his face, and he seemed to be careless, and ran to the first place in the group.