Just at the start, the Sun reporter surpassed everyone by a lot, and in the later run, the Sun reporter further expanded his advantage over others. It crossed the finish line like a gust of wind, throwing Baussion, who was running in second place, more than ten meters away.

What's even more beneficial is that after this guy finishes running, he is obviously relaxed. He trotted and waved to the others. And Baussion, who was running in second place, was almost out of breath.

However, although he was thrown by the reporter of the Sun newspaper by more than ten meters, Baussion still ran second in the group and was able to enter the second round smoothly.

There were also some group preliminaries, but Mari-Henri Bale didn't have the heart to keep watching, he had to hurry down and celebrate with his friends. So he descended the stairs all the way to the first floor, towards the athletes' rest area.

The athletes' rest area was already crowded with a lot of people, and all kinds of shouts rang out. Marie-Henri Bell squeezed in with great effort until he reached the iron fence that separates the athletes' lounge area from the spectator area.

In the process, a policeman shouted at him: "Eh, you, young man, don't crowd. ”

"My friend has made the cut, I want to congratulate him!" Marie-Henri Bell replied as he continued to squeeze inside. Generally speaking, the police gentlemen are always relatively tolerant of decent people who can buy tickets to enter the house, if it is a foreign worker at the train station, and after the police warn him, he still squeezes hard, then the police will most likely pounce on him, smash him on the head with a baton, and then drag him out, press him to the ground, and then press his knee the guy's neck, so that he screams for his mother.

But here, obviously it won't be like this, because those who can afford to buy tickets and come here to watch the game are decent people. Isn't the reason why France has police to serve these decent people?

The policeman only smiled, but did not take any coercive action, did not draw his baton, and did not pull Mari-Henri Bell out and push him to the ground, and then put him on his knee. Relying on the strong physique trained as a soldier, I finally squeezed in.

"Hey, Baussion! Baussion! Mari-Henri Berla leaned on the iron fence and shouted inside. Although in fact he didn't even see his friend there now.

"Mali!" It was Baussion who first saw Mari-Henri Berla dancing on the railing, and walked over as he responded.

"Ha, Jacques, well done! Congratulations on making the cut! Mari-Henri Berla happily shouted to Baussion.

"Nothing, just luck." Baussion, however, was not happy, "It's just a blessing that we only have one reporter in our team." Otherwise, as you can see, the gap between us and journalists is too great. ”

"What's this?" Mari-Henri Berla encouraged him and said, "Jacques is a profession that cannot challenge others to eat with his hobby. And, to be honest, I don't think the gap between you and that reporter is actually as big as you think. Did you notice his unique start? When I came down, I thought about it carefully and found that this starting method was too reasonable, too convenient to exert force, and too suitable for starting. So just by starting, he suddenly surpassed you by a lot. ”

"He's a lot faster than me on the way, and he's not too hard."

"Jacques, that's because he weighs much less than you." Mari-Henri Berla continued to cheer him on, "You know, in a high-speed run, even the slightest bit of cumbersomeness can significantly slow you down. Well, you may have heard that General Augereau once captured an entire battalion of rebels with a horsewhip alone. Do you know where his other weapons have gone? ”

"They're all thrown away in order to chase the enemy, you told me." Baussion replied.

"Ah, you imagine, compared to a war horse, a cloak, a saber, a pistol, that's a little heavier, but throwing away these things can even make the horse run faster, not to mention the trousers and all that doesn't just add weight, they drag their feet. So, you see, the heroes of antiquity, when they went to the Olympiad, they didn't even wear anything at all. ”

"Damn, you might have a point. I'm going to change my clothes and pants for the next game, but where can I buy them? ”

"I've heard people say that there's something like this in Chris's men's store, called sportswear, but it's just too ...... In addition, Chris's clothes are surprisingly expensive, and no one buys them. A man next to him interjected.

"Hey, bro." Baussion patted Mari-Henri Berla's hand and said, "Can you do me a favor?" There is a train back to Paris in the near future. There's a 'Chris Men' Wearer' across the street from the train station, and you can do a run for me, and buy me a set of those clothes, well, and those shoes called running shoes — I just saw that guy, there's nails under his shoes. Well, you wait for me, I'll go get the money. ”

With that, Baussion turned and left. After a while he returned with a large purse, took out a handful of bills from it and handed it to Mari-Henri Berladao; "Brother, I've got thirty francs here, and I don't know if that's enough—Chris's costume has always been surprisingly expensive. If that's not enough, you can help me put a little on it. I'll give it back to you when I get back. ”

"Okay!" Mari-Henri Berla replied that he knew that his classmate had money in his family.

Mari-Henri Berla took the money, pocketed it in his vest pocket, squeezed it out of the crowd again, and ran out of the stadium towards the train station. He bought his ticket in a hurry, and as soon as he got on the train, the train started.

The main venue was not far from the city of Paris, so it didn't take long for Mari-Henri Berla to be back in the city center. Opposite the train station are the "Chris Men's" and "Chrissy Women's" stores, and a little next to the Bowang Bank.

Marie-Henri Bell pulls into the store and explains her intentions to a young lady who smiles sweetly, and with her help she finds a complete set of sprinting outfits, including running shoes.

"How much does this set cost?" Mari-Henri Berla asked.

"Ah, a hundred and ten francs." The young lady who smiled sweetly replied.

"Why don't you go and rob! How many pieces of cloth are there? "Mari-Henri Berla almost jumped.

But he couldn't say such thoughts, and he suddenly understood why there was a Bowang Bank next to the "Chris" store......

Mari-Henri Berla bought his things and went into the train station again. Just as he was about to get into the car, he saw someone leading a tall and beautiful British thoroughbred into the special carriage at the back.