Chapter Eighty-Eight: Wait, I'm going to take a picture
Before the strength was improved, the power limit of 93 points was able to throw a distance of more than 19 meters.
Of course, Eden has not pitched such a result in an official competition at the moment.
In his usual training, Yi Dun threw 19.03 meters, but this time, the rest of the training was roughly between 18.50 meters and 18.90 meters.
And now that his strength has improved again, Yi Dun feels that if he practices more, he should be able to easily reach 19 meters, so now there is no need to draw an 18-meter marking, just draw 19 meters and 20 meters.
"Okay, one 19 meters, one 20 meters, let me always open my eyes, I have never seen an athlete who can throw 19 meters in my life."
"It's good to look at your kid's body, but don't be that kind of silver-like pewter gun head, which is useless." Lao Zhang laughed and mocked.
He didn't have any malicious intentions, he just didn't want Ma Shanyong to be too comfortable.
The relationship between the two was very good when they were young, but Ma Shanyong's ability to sneak around and shoot horses was first-class, and later "official luck" climbed all the way to the position of director of colleges and universities, and he was a little clumsy, couldn't say beautiful words, and never moved his nest in the eighth primary school.
Lao Zhang was naturally unconvinced by Ma Shanyong in his heart, and now that he has caught the opportunity of Ma Shanyong's "bragging", it is normal to sneer and sneer.
Yi Dun smiled at Lao Zhang and nodded, Ma Shanyong is definitely his elder, and Lao Zhang is Ma Shanyong's friend, even if he says Yi Dun, Yi Dun will not go to his heart.
"Let's stand apart, if the shot put hits the head, it's no joke."
Seeing that Yi Dun was about to vote, Ma Shanyong hurriedly pulled Lao Zhang away.
"What are you pulling and pulling? I'm standing twenty meters away and can hit me in the head? ”
"If I can really hit it, I deserve to be stoned." Lao Zhang said dissatisfiedly, but he still followed Ma Shanyong back a few steps.
……
In the throwing circle, Eden Gao shouted, and pushed the shot put out with his back to slide.
Obviously, you can feel that the strength has improved, but this push point is not well mastered, so the results may not be too ideal.
The shot put crossed a beautiful parabola and landed in the cinder area.
Lao Zhang was directly stunned, and his eyes were about to burst out.
The landing point of Yi Dun's push actually crossed the nineteen-meter marking!
The shot put rolled to Lao Zhang's feet and came to a standstill.
"This ......"
"I'm dreaming, right?"
Lao Zhang pinched his thigh and muttered to himself.
Ma Shanyong on the side patted his thigh directly and jumped happily.
It may be happy to see Lao Zhang's embarrassment, or it may be happy because Yi Dun threw more than 19 meters.
After a while, seeing that Lao Zhang still didn't move, he stood stupidly in place.
Ma Shanyong directly stabbed Lao Zhang with his arm, "Hey, hey, what are you doing standing stupidly?" Hurry up and measure the distance. ”
Lao Zhang came back to his senses and looked at Yi Dun with the eyes of a monster.
Moments later, the results came in.
19.14m!
Yi Dun nodded, he didn't expect to throw his own personal best in the first throw.
Theoretically speaking, if you look at the strength attribute alone, Yi Dun actually has the potential to throw about 19.6 meters.
But after all, this is a theoretical achievement, and whether you can really throw this distance depends on Yi Dun's state and performance.
Anyway, one thing is certain, it shouldn't be difficult for Yi Dun to throw a distance of more than 19 meters now.
The 20.10m is the standard result of the international athletes in the shot put, and there is still a slight gap at the moment.
……
"Monsters, what fucking monsters!" Lao Zhang was already scolded in shock.
He never thought that Ma Shanyong would be able to find such a terrifying shot put genius in that mountain nest.
It's not that he hasn't seen a shot put genius in Jibei City, but compared with Yi Dunyi in front of him, it's completely impossible to see!
Shot put is a late bloomer, and very few young people under the age of 20 can throw this kind of result!
"World champion, it's a solid world champion!" Lao Zhang chattered again.
"Nonsense, do you still need to say it? I don't know better than you about the seedlings that I have cultivated myself? Ma Shanyong patted his chest proudly and said.
"Wait, I'm going to take a picture, grandma's legs, the world champion has trained in our elementary school, and this will definitely be in the news in the future." Lao Zhang hurriedly took out his mobile phone and took several photos of Yi Dun.
Because he was afraid that Lao Zhang would affect Yi Dun's training, Ma Shanyong pulled Lao Zhang to the corner to smoke and chat, leaving Yi Dun to train alone.
This practice was practiced directly until half past ten at noon, and Yi Dun practiced for about two hours.
After two hours, Yi Dun was quite satisfied with the results of the cast.
The highest throw was 19.39m, and the lowest was a poor throw of less than 19m.
Luckily, the shot put was the highest of six throws, so Eden's inconsistent performance didn't make much of a difference.
If you are unstable once, you will not be unstable six times, and you can always throw a better result.
I didn't dare to practice too much, after all, there are competitions in the past few days.
Practice for two hours a day and keep yourself in competitive shape.
At noon, Ma Shanyong invited Lao Zhang to a meal, and he had to express his gratitude.
Yi Dun was embarrassed to let Ma Shanyong pay for a treat, and quietly settled the bill in advance, which provoked Ma Shanyong to talk all the way back.
From the 20th to the 22nd, a total of three days, Yi Dun trained for about two hours a day in the No. 8 Primary School, and the harvest was still quite huge, which made him full of confidence in the next shot put competition.
At 9:40 a.m. on the 23rd, Yi Dun bid farewell to Ma Shanyong and began the check-in of the shot put competition.
The number of participants in this shot put competition is a bit large, more than 20 people, and it is estimated that it will take a long time.
Yi Dun drew the 14th pick, a position that does not go forward or backward, and it is good luck.
Among the more than 20 contestants, Yi Dun only knew a veteran of the Songyang shot put team, and he had taken a photo of him during the previous City Games.
The veteran's name is Liu Huan, who has the same name and surname as the famous singer, and even looks a little similar, but he doesn't have Liu Huan's flowing hair.
"Yi Dun, the task of winning the championship is all up to you."
"I'm trying to get into the top eight." Liu Huan smiled bitterly.
"Brother Huan, don't be so unconfident, I think you may have a chance to make it to the top three!" Yi Dun opened his mouth and said encouragingly.
There have been some dirty things with the city track and field team before, but not all track and field team members are as unbearable as Zhang Qiyang, and there are still some good people among them.
"What? Do you think Liu Huan can be in the top three? ”
"This is interesting, Liu Huan himself doesn't dare to say this, right? No, maybe he didn't even dare to think about it. A young man came up and laughed maniacally, interrupting Eden.