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Bai Qing and seven other runners came to the starting point of the track.

"Ready!"

As soon as the starter gave the order, the eight runners hurriedly squatted down and prepared their starting postures.

Syllable!

After a gunshot rang out, the eight figures were like arrows off the string, sprinting towards the finish line a hundred meters away.

Swish!

Bai Qing's legs moved, like a cheetah attacking, riding in the dust.

"What a speed!"

Thousands of spectators, looking at the No. 55 runner on the track, couldn't help but exclaim.

"How is this possible!"

Bai Yang, who was sitting in the rest area, suddenly stood up, his face full of shock.

"Topol, 9.89 seconds!"

One of the referees shouted.

Bai Qing, who rushed to the finish line, exhaled lightly after hearing the results. This result is about the same as he estimated. Fortunately, his control of his body is extremely accurate, and if he runs an eight-second time, it will shock the world.

"Impossible!"

Poplar exclaimed, a little incredulous.

Ten seconds is the dividing line, and the 100-meter dash can enter within nine seconds, and he is also a top athlete in the world.

In the 60s, a scientist said that human beings would not enter 100M for 10 seconds, which was contrary to human science, but it was later broken, but even so, there are very few people in the world who can enter nine seconds.

From ten seconds to nine wonders, it seems that there is only a second difference, but it is the difference between heaven and earth.

His speed of 11.03 seconds seems to be very fast, but it is almost impossible to step into ten seconds, and there is no possibility in stepping into nine seconds.

"This is a non-human!" Exclaimed Poplar, "This speed is a blast of rhythm!"

"How is it possible, it can't be a miscalculation!"

"Impossible!"

"This rhythm is like putting satellites!"

"Unthinkable, hard to say!"

Many people look at the data and exclaim.

Originally, it was just a sports meeting, running and jumping, just joining in the fun, and I didn't think too much about the rest. It's just that now, everything has undergone earth-shattering changes, and a satellite has appeared, which shocks the world.

"Maybe luck!"

"Yes, it's probably luck!"

Many people say that it all comes down to luck, and it seems that this is the only way to calm the restless mood.

It's just the preliminaries, it's just the preliminaries results, not the finals, there can be biases, there can be mistakes. But even so, it surprised many people, and many people's hearts were trembling. Unbelievable, unbelievable.

............

The clock is ticking.

Soon, the finals will begin

"Ready to ......"

The starter, who was standing outside the track, slowly raised the starter pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger sharply. And at this moment, everyone is looking at Bai Qing, waiting for that exciting moment.

Syllable!

With the crisp sound of gunshots, the eight figures who were ready to attack rushed out violently.

Poplar exerted his strength to eat milk and ran wildly. He is very talented in running, and in order to exercise his body, he has undergone various special training since he was a child, and his muscle coordination and explosiveness are far beyond ordinary people.

There's a reason why he was the last sprint champion.

It's just that the next moment, his eyes trembled slightly, and a figure rushed forward, like a bullet.

Poplar gritted his teeth and burst out the last trace of potential in his body, and his speed suddenly increased a little, and the huge load made him feel like his heart was about to explode. It's just that it doesn't work at all, and the distance is getting farther and farther away.

And at the approaching moment, Bai Qing actually glanced around a few times, and his speed decreased a little.

Whew!

It's over!

"Bai Qing, 9.79!" The referee shouted.

Panting, Poplar was disheartened, and there was not even a trace of jealousy.

If the gap is small, there will be jealousy, and if the gap is too large, there will be no envy at all.

On the referee's seat, all eight referees stood up and looked at Bai Qing on the track with a shocked gaze.

It is a miracle that an amateur college student can run 9.79 seconds at the level of a world-class top athlete!

The current 100-meter record was set by the famous Jamaican sprinter Usain Bolt on August 17, 2009 in Berlin, Germany, in 9.58 seconds.

And Bai Qing's results are simply top-notch.

With professional training, there is definitely hope to compete with the world's best sprinters, or even break the world record.

Whew!

The eight referees looked at Bai Qing's gaze, full of incomparably hot. They seemed to see a sprint superstar, rising.

"Quick...... Announce your results!"

A gray-haired referee came to his senses and said to the youngest referee.

"Good!"

The referee, surnamed He, quickly ran out with a smoke.

"At the end of the men's 100-meter sprint race, congratulations to the No. 55 runner, Bai Qing from the Department of Finance, who won the first place and became the champion of this year with a time of 9.79 seconds!"

At that moment, a loud voice sounded from the loudspeaker.

"Wow, that's awesome!"

"If you don't make a move, it's enough, and when you make a move, the world will be shocked!"

On the audience, a huge uproar erupted.

Everyone's eyes widened as they looked at Bai Qing standing on the track, the guy who set a new record.

At this moment, Bai Qing stood in the center of the whole school, and the stars held the moon, like the sun.

Imperial Capital University, with more than 10,000 teachers, more than 30,000 students, and other handymen, a total of 50,000 or 60,000 people. There are too many people, and everyone knows whom, but now everyone knows Bai Qing.

Who in the world doesn't know you!

Standing in the center of the stage, the focus of everyone!

Bai Qing was looking around, looking for the familiar shadow, but at this moment, Luo Shuixin didn't know where he was, and he searched for a long time, but he didn't find it.

At this time, a beautiful woman stepped forward, it was Li Feifei.

"Junior brother, give you a drink!"

Li Feifei stepped forward and looked at Bai Qing, as if looking at a giant panda. I never thought that the younger brother who was a top student turned out to be an athlete.

"Thank you!" Bai Qing was not polite, drinking pulsations, and his mood was cold.

"Junior, you are the rhythm of hitting the world championship and breaking the world record. If you go a little faster, you can break the world record!" Li Feifei said.

"The difference of a few tenths of a second, relying on strength and luck!" Bai Qing said: "Maybe, in the next moment, I will run down the score of ten seconds!"

Sprint results, high and low, are normal events, and you can't expect to be a champion every time, that's impossible.

Maybe 100 races, 30 times to run the 9 wonders, it's good, and a few times, infinitely close to the world record, even if it's good, there are too many uncertainties in the world.