Back at the main venue, Mari-Henri Berla hurriedly squeezed outside the athletes' rest area. At this time, Baussion was staring at it.

"Hey, for your brother, I remember that we were about the same size, you wore my clothes, you wore my leather shoes, and by the way, I got my athlete's foot - I bought a set according to my size, you go and change it." Mari-Henri Berla said as he handed over the bag containing the clothes.

"Okay, thank you so much." "As soon as you say it, I feel like my feet are itching again...... Damn, there's no changing room here. ”

"Ah, my friend, don't worry about this, it's all men crowded here, if you can show anything we don't know, then you don't have to compete anymore, we'll send you directly to the laboratory of the Academy of Sciences to be sliced." Mari-Henri Berla laughed.

Baussion looked around, then began to take off his pants.

Baussion changed into his tracksuit, moved for a moment, and then said, "It seems to be a lot lighter, no wonder those Greeks back then...... Well, how much does this thing cost? ”

"One hundred and one francs, and you say it's only a few pieces of cloth, and they dare to ask for so much. Why don't they just go and rob it, you say? ”

"Normal. ' Chris's outfit is just ridiculously expensive. Believe it or not, if Chris's clothes weren't so expensive, no one would buy them. Many people buy this dress, but they don't care about the clothes, but about some of the things that the clothes can represent. "For example, the 'Chris' collection of clothes is always a little weird in terms of looks, but some people just like it." ”

"They don't like it, they like to wear it, they can say to the poor: You're a poor bastard. You can also show those old-fashioned rich people: you are an old-fashioned old man who is behind the times. Mari-Henri Berla replied.

"Maybe." "But when you talked about robbery, well, I will say that buying this kind of clothes is more efficient than robbery. You think, if you want to rob him, you must first find the target, and judge whether he has money on him at this time, and whether it is worth robbing. It is also necessary to determine whether he has a wallet or a pistol in his bulging pocket, and whether he will be killed if he robs him. And at the risk of being caught by the police, and then, for example, if you rob me, you will only get thirty francs.

But, if you look at them, you don't have to bother at all, they sit in the store, and you yourself will deliver it to the door, open your wallet, take out all the money and hand it to them. If they're not satisfied, you'll even ask family and friends to lend them money – have you ever seen someone who has been robbed asking family and friends to lend money to a robber? That's why I look down on those robbers the most, and they don't have any technical content at all......"

At this time, the horn outside sounded again, and a group of athletes were about to go for the second round of sprinting.

"Hey, buddy, it's going to be my turn soon, I'm going to get ready, well, you can go back to the stands too!" Baussion said.

"Okay, come on! Good luck with your continued progression! Mari-Henri Berla said.

Returning to his seat, he had just sat down when Mari-Henri Berla heard the girl's voice again: "Oh my God, how come they are all dressed like this!" ”

Mari-Henri Berla hurriedly raised his binoculars and looked at the sports field, and saw that almost all the athletes had been turned into tank tops and shorts. After a closer look, I found the clue, these vests actually have buttons, and these shorts - hell, these "sportswear" are directly processed with scissors, not with knives. Because no one goes to a race with scissors. As for knives, they are easy to find, for example, there must be knives in the police who maintain order.

The shorts are directly cut short, and some guys have made the pants on both sides different lengths because of their bad skills. As for the vests, it's the same, if you look closely, you can see that those vests also cut off the sleeves directly with scissors or even directly with a knife.

In addition to the change in dress, another change is that many people have begun to imitate the starting posture of the reporter from The Sun. Nearly half of them started in a half-squatting position. It's just that many people just watch it once and encourage imitation, and the posture is not maintained correctly, and it looks a little nondescript.

But even such a botched imitation has proven to be effective. As soon as the starting pistol went off, the people who rushed to the front were all those who had cut off their sleeves and trousers and adopted a starting position with their butts cocked - although there was also a stupid guy who fell at the start because he didn't have a good grasp of the movement and fell at the start. But the top two in the group are all good learners.

Obviously, the performance of each group will have a direct impact on the players in the next group. So by the time the next group of runners stood in front of the starting line, there was no one who didn't have a vest and shorts. And when it came to the group below, that is, Baussion's group, there was no one who was not in a posture of cocking his butt when he was preparing for the start. And the speed of the whole group has increased significantly. Even so, Baussion finished top of the group, although Marie-Henri Bale felt by the heart that he should still not be as fast as the reporter from the Sun.

Marie-Henri Bale was about to go down to celebrate his classmates when he saw that the runners in the next group had already taken to the track, and there was a buzz in the audience.

"What's wrong?" Marie-Henry Bell hurriedly looked over there. It was immediately clear that the situation in this group was really different, and in this group, there were two journalists!

One was a reporter from the Sun, whom Marie-Henri Bale had already met, and the other was a reporter with the words "Science Pravda" on his chest.

"Qiangqiang has met! It's looking good now. Marie-Henri Bell couldn't wait to celebrate another victory for his friend. Quickly watched the game intently.

"Hey, bro, who do you think will win?" 'Science Pravda' or 'The Sun'? A young man sitting next to him probably got excited, patted Mari-Henri Bell on the shoulder, and said this to him.

"I think 'The Sun'." "I've heard that the guys at Science Pravda don't really need to run outside at all, the press will run to them first. And the 'Sun' is really going to run outside. ”

"I don't know, but there is such a statement...... Ah, it's about to begin! ”

The athletes are starting to make the starting motion, and the eight buttocks are cocked high. As soon as the starting gun sounded, all eight people rushed out, and sure enough, two reporters were noticeably faster, and the one from The Sun was noticeably faster than Science's from Science. When he finally crossed the line, he threw the reporter from Science Pravda at least two meters away.

"Sure enough, there is no one in the world who can run faster than the reporters of the 'Sun'!" The young man next to him shouted.

This is the end of the day for Baussion. There are a few more classes to come, but Mari-Henri Bale doesn't plan to watch it any longer. He's going to see the show jumping that will take place soon. If he could afford it, he could even get on his horse and get into the track for a lap now, but Marie-Henri Bell didn't have the money, and even if he had, he couldn't afford to spend it on it - the rental cost of this track was more robbing than the "Chris" store.

However, as a registered player, he still has a free privilege. That is, he can enter the field with the proof of participation and inspect the track. Of course, there are limits to this expedition. He was not allowed to enter the track and could only observe the track facilities from the staff walkway outside the track.

Marie-Henri Bale arrived at the entrance of the equestrian track and pulled out his badge from the cavalry backpack he was carrying. One of the guards carefully looked at the badge over and over before returning it to him, signaling that he could enter.

"There are competitors on the track who are now practicing how to get used to the venue. Please refrain from speaking or shouting or making strenuous movements when inspecting the site. ”

Mari-Henri Bell nodded, fully understanding. As a veteran cavalry warrior, he knew that horses were actually quite timid and sensitive animals, and could be easily frightened. After a series of training, the war horse is slightly better in this regard, but horse racing, that's another matter.

Thinking about the price of renting a track for a lap, Marie-Henri Bale can't help but think of the relationship between private property and injustice in The Origins and Foundations of Human Inequality. So I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "Sure enough, the generation of private property is the source of inequality." ”

A staff member took Mari-Henri Bell inside. He led Marie-Henri Bell up the staff walkway, where other competitors were also inspecting the venue.

The staff walkway is a road for staff right next to the track, and in terms of width, it is not much narrower than the racetrack, and it can accommodate a horse to run. Mari-Henri Bell walked down the road under the guidance of that staff.

Each time an obstacle is reached, the staff member reports the height of the obstacle and other data such as how far it is from the previous obstacle, and Marie-Henri Bell writes down these numbers in a notebook with a pencil.

The road then jerked, and a slightly high obstacle appeared in front of them.

"Fortunately, I came to see it beforehand, otherwise, it would be really a bit of trouble here. Such a turn would have slowed the horses down significantly, and then when they turned the corner, there was not much time to accelerate at all, and it was such a high obstacle that it was a bit difficult for the 'little ghost' to jump over from here. Maybe I should wear tank tops and shorts too, and I can't eat too much and don't drink water before the race......"

Thinking like this, Marie-Henri Bell suddenly heard a hurried sound of horses' hooves.