A new record was born!

The record breaker is a little-known newcomer!

His name may not be known, but the eye-catching number 7 number plate on his back and chest is deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The auditorium was completely boiling!

The adolescent students, looking at Zhang Yi's little eyes full of little stars, trembled with excitement one by one.

"See? That's Brother Yi! That's Lao Tzu's eldest brother, Brother Yi! It's really a** horizontal! ”

Li Guochao smashed the little brother next to him with his fist, and the corners of his mouth trembled.

……

Su Qianwei's palms were sweaty.

The trace of emotion buried deep in his heart, at the moment when Zhang Yi won the record, completely broke through the ground and gave birth to a fierce sapling.

"Well done."

Her cheeks were crimson, her eyes stared blankly at the unique king in the scene, and her breathing became a little short.

……

The most shocked was Zhao Lihong. She never expected Zhang Yi to behave so perverted, and after saving people, she could catch up with Liu Chong, a strong guy, and finally broke the record and won the championship.

I saw that her emotions were completely out of control, and she covered her mouth and whimpered loudly.

"Zhang Yi, thank you......"

Receiving the tissue handed by the teacher on the side, her crying did not decrease a little, but showed a momentum of further expansion.

……

Be virtuous.

Judging from Zhang Yi's willingness to give up the game in order to save Hong Longfei just now, he is undoubtedly a pillar of talent with both body and morality.

The headmaster only now understood why Bai Wuchang would find him.

It turns out that there is really a saying that "good people are blessed by God".

He was very glad that he had recruited Zhang Yi back to the school, so that he would not turn away such a baby bump.

"This long-distance running record has been broken! Zhang Yiyong, the No. 7 player from the 36th class, won the championship! The new record is 2 minutes and 35 seconds! Let's give him the warmest applause! ”

The clamor of the radio rushed into the sky and fluttered in everyone's ears with unmistakable accuracy. Almost as soon as the broadcast ended, the audience stood up solemnly and burst into thunderous applause towards Zhang Yi.

It wasn't until everyone's palms were almost numb that they slowly slowed down their movements.

Zhang Yi, who returned to the rest area, smiled contemptuously at Liu Chong, and then sat on the chair and began to pour water into his mouth.

Su Cuihong had a dead face, walked quickly down the stands, and walked out in the direction of departure without looking back.

Seeing Su Cuihong who left in a hurry, Zhang Yi was almost happy in his heart.

Why don't you tease this old witch at this time.

According to the number he inquired from his classmates, Zhang Yi flicked his finger and dialed out a call.

A few seconds later.

"Hey, hello. Is there anything please? ”

Su Cuihong, who picked up Zhang Yi's phone on the other end of the phone, said angrily.

"Teacher Su, leaving the scene in such a hurry, shouldn't you be going to raise 10,000 yuan? That's not in a hurry. You teach in this school, and even if you run away, the monk won't be able to run the temple! ”

Zhang Yi couldn't hold back the smile in his heart and said seriously.

"Zhang Yi, don't be arrogant too early. High jump, long jump, biathlon, there will be students in our class to clean you up! As for the 10,000 yuan, I won't owe you! Hmph......"

As soon as Su Cuihong heard that it was Zhang Yi's voice, she immediately changed her voice to resentment. After fighting back at Zhang Yi, she hung up the phone in a hurry.

"Hey...... hey" Zhang Yishuang laughed greatly.

About ten minutes after touching.

"The second event of the game, throwing the shot put. Please gather in front of the round concrete throwing circle and stand in turn according to the order of the number plates! The names of the contestants are announced below......"

The radio box buzzed, and once again the call for the game was disseminated.

Throwing the shot put, this one is relatively simple.

With his current strength, it is not difficult to win another shot put championship, right?

Zhang Yi had almost no psychological burden, so he traveled lightly. As a dark horse that suddenly emerged, the referee did not refuse Zhang Yi's request to continue to use the number seven.

"Huh? Contestant Seven, why don't you wrap your wrists around them with bandages? ”

Among the contestants, there is a follower of Mao Hongyu. Seeing that Zhang Yi did not make the slightest preparation, he was very surprised.

"You don't need to wrap your wrists in this game, do you?"

Zhang Yi replied politely, his eyes still scanning the sand in front of him.

"Competitors must wipe their hands with magnesium powder to prevent the shot put from coming out and causing unnecessary injury!"

The referee pointed to the magnesium powder basin on the side and announced solemnly with a loudspeaker.

"No. 1 Duan Mingyu is out of the game!"

"Hmm!"

A sturdy young man with an ordinary-looking appearance but a large waist stepped into the circular throwing circle and whispered a word of gratitude.

If it weren't for this person, Zhang Yi really couldn't believe that he was a middle school student. Damn, he has a beard all over his face, and his face looks like a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, just like this, he looks like a butcher!

Duan Mingyu's posture is still very standard. I saw him quickly swing his hands into the magnesium powder basin, and then put the lead ball on the ground above the inner end of his collarbone, close to his neck.

When he made his shot, he spread his five fingers wide apart and placed the ball at the base of the index, middle and ring fingers, with his thumb and little finger attached to both sides of the ball.

The throwing angle is well kept between 35 and 45 degrees, and the eyes are tilted upwards.

There was a whoosh and a cracking sound, followed by a black shadow that streaked across the ground and flew out in an arc.

Boom!

The shot put hit the ground.

"Duan Mingyu scored fourteen meters!"

Fourteen meters, it's really not easy.

You know, the shot put used in this competition is the big shot put in the five kilograms!

It's very good for ordinary people to be able to throw seven or eight meters.

But he was good, and as soon as he got started, he came directly to a fourteen meters.

Zhang Yi vaguely remembers that the school record setter in the last sports meeting achieved a score of 15 meters.

This guy is very powerful.

"No. 2 Xu Ruiqiang is out of the game!"

This time, it was a short and fat dun who was not very tall.

"One, two, three! Hey! ”

The man's head was bruised, and he mustered all his strength and pushed the lead ball out with both hands.

Judging from its momentum, it is very powerful, but the trajectory of the ball sliding out is very shameless.

"No. 2 score, 7.8 meters!"

Everyone in the audience was looking forward to the last record setter, Wu Haifeng. For a while, the call for No. 3 to hurry up and play was higher and higher.

"Wu Haifeng! Come on! ”

"Wu Haifeng, set a new record!"

……

Wu Haifeng got started.

His expression was serious, like a cheetah dealing with its prey at hand.

It can be seen from the high muscles bulging from his forearm that his strength is definitely very extraordinary.

"Hoo ......"

I saw him take a deep breath, and as his body turned, the sound of breaking the air, which was twice as strong as Duan Mingyu, reached everyone's ears.

Oh, my God!

The referee measured his final score with a ruler, and his mouth was open enough to stuff an egg.

This guy broke his own record!

"Fifteen meters seventy-eight!"

There was another commotion in the audience.

"Oh my God, that's so handsome!"

"This is the real man!"

"Wu Haifeng, I love you!"

……

Isn't it just a record? What's the big deal.

I can too.

When Zhang Yi was thinking so crankily, his phone rang.

"Hey, who?"

"Guess who Miss Ben is?"

A voice like a silver bell came.

Is this still a guess?

"Miss Su, what advice do you have from the old man?"

"Tell you, it's dangerous to throw a shot put, be careful if you strain your wrist......"

"Oh, that's it. I thought you were going to say something. Nothing to do and hang up first. ”

As he spoke, Zhang Yi ruthlessly pressed the hang up button.

"Next, it's the No. 7 player Zhang Yi who will come out of the game!"

The referee looked at Zhang Yi with a smile, his eyes full of anticipation.

To be honest, this thing is Zhang Yi's first contact. Before, he hadn't even touched it.

In order to grasp the feeling and skill, he scratched his head and looked at the referee embarrassedly.

"Referee, may I ask, can I try my hand? My first time playing shot put......"

But he didn't expect that the tweeter in the referee's hand was not turned off at this moment. It's still open......

As a result, Zhang Yi's voice quickly spread to every corner of the arena.

"Hahahaha......"

"It's a shame to come here if you haven't played......"

Wu Haifeng smiled and leaned back, almost about to have a close contact with the ground.

On the other hand, there was calm in the audience.

Because, every student and every teacher is quietly looking forward to Zhang Yi's performance.

"Okay."

The referee saw that Zhang Yi's face was red and white for a while, so he was not embarrassed, and made an exception to allow it.

The master is going out!

Zhang Yi followed the example of Wu Haifeng and Duan Mingrui, took the shot put in his hands, twisted his waist, and threw the ball out quickly.

No, not thrown out. Instead, the ball came out of his hand and slipped out.

Boom!

The ball hits the ground.

The position where it fell was not even three meters......

Zhang Yi suddenly had a feeling of wanting to get into the cracks in the ground.