From the second day, the competition of the Olympic Games officially began. Unlike the tight schedule of the Olympic Games in later years, because there are not many events and the number of participants is limited, the competition is also arranged very loosely, for example, the entire main stadium is also arranged on the first day of the 100-meter run and the 200-meter run preliminaries.

Because all the athletes are amateurs who participate at their own expense, the number of athletes from foreign countries is not large. However, because the French players, especially the Parisian players, can take the train to compete before the competition, and take the train home after the competition, and the railway company gives the contestants free tickets, so even some low-level workers, as long as the factory approves the holiday, are also eligible to participate. As for whether the manufacturer will approve it, this is not a problem at all, because when a worker contestant participates, according to the agreement reached between him and the manufacturer when he asks for leave, he must wear clothes printed with the manufacturer's advertisement on the competition.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, Napoleon really wanted to restore the rule that all athletes in the ancient Olympic Games were naked. That was before Polina's request to participate. But as soon as the idea was proposed, it was scolded by Lucien to the point of blood. Lucien said: "Do you know why the high-priced tickets on the scene, especially the private room tickets, sell well because many people who buy this kind of tickets do it one by one, how much ticket revenue will be lost, and the clothes worn by the athletes are also bought and sold, do you know that Polina has been staring at this for a long time, and there can be advertisements on the clothes, this is money God, how much money is in it, I can't even figure out what tradition you want to do for it, just let go of these opportunities to make money, live hell, Compared to these cute little money, the traditional tradition is a ball."

If it had been before, Napoleon would have turned against him, but this time, after hearing Lucien's objection, he thought about it and actually admitted in his heart that Lucien was indeed reasonable.

"Lucien, I'll just mention it casually, just kidding." Napoleon said.

"It's a good thing you didn't just go and play this joke on Joseph." Lucien Road.

When Napoleon heard this, he couldn't help but tremble: "Hell, Joseph, it's okay to joke about other things, but when it comes to money, you can't joke at all"

"Who said that" Lucien retorted, "obviously there is still a math homework, and it is the same" Although it has been a long time since he has done the math homework given by Joseph, even after all this time, in retrospect, Lucien still feels chills all over his body, and he can't help but tremble.

Of course, the advertisements on the clothes worn at the time of competition are of limited significance, after all, there is no television broadcast or anything in this era, and even photography technology has not yet appeared. In a certain laboratory, there has been some research, and even the first photo has been taken, but this set of things takes about half an hour of exposure to complete a photo, and it is basically useless except for shooting landscapes. But once he wins the race and finishes on the podium, the ad on him can be carried out by implanting it in the newspaper's news report. Just taking a few days off in exchange for such an opportunity, I can't help but say that it's really profitable.

As a result, the number of athletes in Paris is extraordinarily large, even accounting for almost two-thirds of the entire French delegation, and the number of athletes in the French delegation is almost two-thirds of the total number of athletes.

Marie Henry Bell signed up for the equestrian competition, but he did not have enough money to buy an expensive thoroughbred horse and spend a long time on the official competition grounds, and like most competitors, he had to use his own horses because he had served in the cavalry, and his "little clever ghost" was old and about to retire like him, so he bought the horse. This grey horse is as clever as its name suggests, but it's old, and it's not a horse breed known for its speed. Marie Henry Bell himself knew that he and his old horse would not have made it past the preliminaries. Even the hybrid Arabian horse used by his classmates to pull the carriage can easily shake off his "little clever ghost" in speed races. So Marie Henry Bell signed up for the obstacle course. The "little ghost" is old and can't run at speed, but it's smarter than before, so in the obstacle course, it should still be able to finish the race, and for an amateur like Marie Henry Bell, that's enough.

But the equestrian competition hasn't started yet, so Marie Henry Bell still has time to give his classmate, well, the guy named Baussion, who has a half-race Arabian-drawn carriage at home. This guy's dream turned out to be a journalist. Marie Henribell joked with him: "My brother, your ideal is good, but a journalist needs to run very fast, especially if you want to be the one who has many opportunities to interview the courtesans of the Moulin Rouge, and even more so as fast as Heracles." So, you need to work harder."

As a result, Baussion took his words seriously, and really practiced running seriously every day, this time this guy reported all the running events in one go, and actually successfully passed the screening of 100 meters and 200 meters. The marathon doesn't need to be screened, so today, Marie Henry Bell is now at the main venue, sitting away from the track and only buying a ticket to watch his friends race.

Today's preliminaries were the 100-meter race. Because the available stopwatch has not yet been made, the rules of the preliminaries are slightly different from those of later generations. The first is the draw of eight groups of eight, and then the top two teams in each group directly advance to the second round. Compared with the way of timing in later generations, in this way, whether you can enter the next round or not, luck at the time of drawing is quite important.

Baussion was relatively late in the queue today, so he hasn't played yet. Mali was a bit bored watching the others play. Speaking of the race of this era, it is different from the Olympic Games in later generations, first of all, the runners are white, unlike later generations, and there are almost no non-black runners on the track. In addition, these athletes are so amateurs that they don't even have sportswear, and many of them wear long-sleeved shirts and long trousers to the race, so that when they run, Mali is becoming more and more confident about what they will achieve if they go to the race. I believe that Baussion, who was watching the game in the athletes' rest area at this time, must have the same idea. Of course, the premise is that he is not stupid enough to compete in galostics or even high heels.

After two rounds, Mali finally heard the name of his friend Baussion on the radio. He held up his binoculars and looked towards the starting line, and then he saw his friend in the third lane. He also wore long clothes and trousers, but he was not the kind of complicated trousers, and of course he didn't wear high heels.

However, another player next to him has clearly attracted more attention. The man was wearing a vest, revealing the hard muscles of his arms. On the chest of the vest, there is also a big sun printed Obviously, this is a reporter from The Sun. And underneath him, he was dressed more coolly, only a pair of shorts, so that his thick thighs were also exposed.

"Ah, how can he wear nothing" next to Mali, a girl screamed and reached out to cover her eyes. She also clutched a brass telescope in her other hand.

Mali glanced at the girl, who was not pretty, and had a lot of freckles on her face. So Mali immediately decided to put all his energy back to cheering on his friends. At the same time, he couldn't help but think in his heart: "Just listening to the voice, I thought it was a princess." ”

Not only was the Sun guy dressed strangely, but he was also preparing for it. He was half-kneeling down on the runway, and Mari thought he was going to draw a cross on his chest or something. But the man did not do this, but stood up again, and dug the ground with his feet, and soon made two small pits in the runway of the cinders.

"What is this for, what is he doing" The nice voice sounded again, and Mari squinted his eyes and saw that the girl who was still covering her eyes just now had raised the telescope again.

The guy half-knelt down again and put both feet into the pit. This time Mali noticed that this man's shoes seemed to be different from everyone's. The sole seems to be made of rubber.

In this era, rubber wheels have begun to be widely used in France, and many people have used waste tires to make shoe soles. However, these shoes are a little more polished than those homemade tires-soled shoes.

After waving small flags to each other at the finish line, the race is about to begin. The referee blew the whistle to remind the athletes to get ready. Everyone was nervous. Striking all sorts of strange poses. And the reporter still didn't stand up, just raised his body, his hands still on the ground, and his buttocks were cocked high. It's weird.

The referee raised the starting pistol, and Mali saw a puff of green smoke rise from the referee's hand, and everyone rushed out together.

The Sun reporter rushed the fastest, like a projectile from a slingshot, and suddenly rushed out, just starting to throw everyone around him a position or two.

"What a reporter from The Sun," shouted someone next to him, waving his fist.