Sawyer's reaction was unreasonable, ordinary students should sigh when they heard that they were going to be punished, why didn't it work when they got to this kid? This makes the coaches unable to see through it, and it also makes those students unable to see through it.

Compared with the inability to see through, the coach felt that Sawyer was pretending to be calm, and he thought that the latter had already complained in his heart, so his expression did not fluctuate, but said lightly: "Of course it's now." ”

Sawyer's eyes circled around the playground, estimating that this lap was only 400 meters, and after ten laps, it was only 4,000 meters, which was wrong for him with excellent physique! It should be just a small meaning for him who has a superior physique in this world.

So, Sawa walked to the runway with a calm face, like a cheetah ready to attack, and suddenly pounced.

Everyone was a little amazed at Sawyer's speed, which was comparable to that of a professional athlete.

"Qingfeng Flying Man, it really didn't blow it out."

"It's a long-distance run, it's about endurance, it's not enough to break out."

"Yes, it's not certain if you can stick to it!"

Some people are optimistic about Sawyer, and some people feel that Sawyer can't persevere, and the thick eyebrow coach first appreciates Sawyer's starting speed, and then watches Sawyer's next performance with interest.

Sawyer inhales in three steps, exhales in three steps, grasps the rhythm of running, the speed is no longer as fast as at the beginning, he also knows that long-distance running is a competition of endurance, and it is not enough to have an explosion.

If he could summon spiritual power, he believed that he could maintain the fastest speed until the finish line, but he found that there was no trace of spiritual power fluctuations in his body at all, except for his good physique, there was no difference between him and the people of this world.

After one lap, Sawyer ran at a constant speed, after two laps, he ran at a constant speed as usual, and after three laps, he still ran at a constant speed until the last lap, he took a sharp breath, like a mad cow, and rushed straight down.

"Look, the Qingfeng Flying Man has taken off."

"Groove"

"A cowman."

The students' eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and they all put away the contempt just now, and their hearts were full of admiration.

Especially Lin Fenghua, he looked at the sweaty figure with a shocked face, as if he didn't know the latter anymore, is this still the taciturn and incomplete Sawa before? Forget the sprint pervert, why can't you even run so fast in long-distance running, and let people not live?

He prides himself on being peerless, both civil and military, and is the face of the 1-233 dormitory, but now it seems that Sawyer's limelight has completely overshadowed him, and he is developing to a higher place, which makes his mood very heavy.

The thick eyebrows coach's eyes lit up, and he couldn't believe that Sawyer's running talent could be compared with professional athletes, and as long as he cultivated carefully, he might be able to become a new star in the Chinese sports world.

Sawyer wiped the hot sweat, walked over to the thick-eyebrow coach, and said with a toothy smile: "Ten laps are complete." ”

Four thousand meters down, Sawa gasped, only felt a little dizzy from the sun, his short sleeves were soaked with sweat, and the sticky feeling was very uncomfortable.

"Bang Bang Bang"

Applause, these students are not lacking in self-confidence, but in front of Qingfeng Flyer, they have to admit that they want to be dwarfed, and this applause, they are heartfelt, not reluctant at all.

"Well, back to the team." The thick eyebrows coach took out a bottle of soda from the cardboard box at his feet and threw it to Sawyer, and the two thick eyebrows soothed and calmed.

Sawa walked up to Lin Fenghua, smiled at the latter, then unscrewed the cap of the bottle and drank it all.

"Alright, now that everyone is here, let's start the tryouts." The thick eyebrow coach said with a single look.

"Now, the people who sign up for the 100 meters are out of the ranks."

Sawyer and dozens of hundreds of people came out one after another, every eight people conducted a round, and selected the top 32 people, these 32 people can show their faces at the Sports Culture and Art Festival, and if they are good-looking, they may be able to win a group of female fans at the Sports Culture and Art Festival.

Most male students have this mentality, wanting to show their charm on the stage of the crowd, attract the opposite sex, and get the favor of beautiful women, however, Sawyer thinks very simply, very realistically, and very vulgarly, just for the bonus.

The thick eyebrow coach personally pinched the watch and timed and registered the 100-meter results of each person.

Sawyer didn't get on the runway, but sat on the lawn with his eyes closed, he wouldn't be blind, the four thousand meters just now consumed a lot of his physical energy, he had to hurry up and recover.

At the end of the two rounds, in the final round, Sawyer opened his slightly closed eyes and walked to the runway, his physical strength was almost recovered, and it was time to move.

Beside Sawyer, there was a young man who was taller than him, the young man was wearing shorts that had just reached the root of his thighs, in Sawyer's eyes, it was the kind of big pants that Lin Fenghua was wearing, the young man's legs were slender, and the muscles of his legs looked strong and powerful, and it could be seen that he exercised regularly.

The eliminated students did not leave, but sat on the lawn, polishing their eyes to watch the final round of the 100-meter race that was about to break out, including the explosive Qingfeng Flyer, and the national athlete Fang Yi next to the Qingfeng Flyer.

No matter how hot the weather is, they have to see who is better between the two powers.

"Sawyer, squat start." The thick eyebrow coach reminded Soya Dao.

"What is a squat start?" Sawa touched his nose, then glanced at the students who were also on the track, and saw that they were all squatting down, pouting their butts slightly, and touching their fingertips to the ground.

"Haha"

The audience burst into laughter, Lin Fenghua couldn't help but hold his stomach and laugh, this thing really lost his memory, he even forgot about the squatting start, he was simply a talent.

Soya couldn't hold his face a little, so he learned from them to squat, and raised his butt embarrassedly, and the squatting starting posture he made temporarily could barely catch his eyes.

As soon as the whistle sounded, eight figures rushed forward, but one of them did not keep up with the rhythm and lagged behind the others.

Sawyer is very unaccustomed to this way of starting, others start running at the same time as getting up, but he waits until his body is completely upright before taking the first step, which wastes about a second of time, in the 100-meter race, one second, is an irreparable gap.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Sawyer did not keep up with the footsteps of the public and became a real crane tail.

Those outsiders could see at a glance that Sawyer had a slow start, and they were all a little sorry, it would be a pity if Qingfeng Flyer was eliminated because of his slow start.

The thick-eyebrow coach sighed slightly, Sawyer suffered a big loss at the start, and it was very likely that he would be eliminated, and he also felt a little sorry.

He can't always favor a student and restart the game, but what he can't understand is that the PE teachers should have taught squat starts, why is Sawyer the same as if he hasn't been exposed to it? It's weird.

But

"Look, the Qingfeng Flyer has taken off again."

"This Nima is not scientific!"

"Oh my god, super super super!"

Sawyer is full of stamina, although he starts slowly, but he is a flyer, how can he be the tail of a crane?

I saw his arms and legs swinging rapidly, first more than one, and then more than two, anyway, it was all the way to super super super, in just a few seconds, Sawyer actually had a tendency to catch up with the first