After getting rid of the athletes who wanted to clean themselves up, Song Qiu continued to run without the slightest pause. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The live broadcast of Jiangcheng TV continued, and the picture only stayed on the fallen guys for a few seconds, and then shifted with Song Qiu again.

"Coach Ma, this player named Song Qiu has now entered the top 20, do you think he still has any hope of winning the championship?" Although he was not satisfied with Song Qiu's character, he still had to continue to do the commentary, Feng Peipei asked.

"Of course not!" Ma Cheng said categorically.

"I have to admit that this player does have a strong ability, even if he starts ten minutes late, he is now in the second echelon. Ma Cheng received the latest information from the front, and Luo Zhiyuan had already jumped to the second place, "But his current distance is still far from the two people in the first echelon, and it is almost impossible to catch up." ”

Ma Cheng is not talking nonsense casually, he has estimated Song Qiu's speed, even if he keeps maintaining the current speed, he will not be able to catch up with Luo Zhiyuan and Richard Jefferson.

"So, the winner will only be decided between Luo Zhiyuan and Richard Jefferson?"

"That's right, the gap between the others and the two of them is too big. Can the director switch the camera to the two of them, what's the point of chasing and filming these guys who can't win the championship?" Ma Cheng frowned and said impatiently, he looked at Song Qiu in the picture and got angry, even if this guy has some ability, his professional ethics are too poor.

"Okay, when the picture comes back, we see that Luo Zhiyuan is almost on par with Richard Jefferson. This Luo Zhiyuan player is really strong, and if he doesn't let those five minutes, he has a good chance of hitting the world best this year. Feng Peipei said with some regret that if he can break the world's best result this year, it will undoubtedly greatly enhance the status of the Huaxia Marathon in the world, and at the same time, it will also make the Jiangcheng Marathon truly famous in the world.

Looking at Luo Zhiyuan, who was about to surpass Richard Jefferson in the live broadcast screen, Ma Cheng nodded with satisfaction and said tolerantly: "It's okay, young people must always be a little arrogant, it's okay if you can't break the record this time, I believe that one day, Luo Zhiyuan will become the brightest star in the world marathon." ”

"Now with the development of our country's economy, more and more sports events have risen in the world, but our coaches should not only make athletes perform, but also make athletes moral. You see the athlete we saw earlier, the athletes around him fell and got injured, and he actually continued to run regardless of it, and this kind of athlete is to discredit our country when he is put into the world, and this is absolutely unusable! And I believe that this kind of narrow-minded and utilitarian athlete will not achieve a good result. Looking back, Ma Chengyi was still thinking about Song Qiu's stubble, and criticized sharply.

"That...... Horse guidance. Feng Peipei suddenly interrupted Ma Cheng, who was still about to continue talking.

"Huh?" In the live broadcast room that the TV audience couldn't see, Ma Cheng glared at Feng Peipei dissatisfied.

"Song Qiu...... Suddenly accelerated. Feng Peipei said hesitantly: "He caught up." ”

Ma Cheng's eyes were about to pop out, and he shouted, "How is it possible!"

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As Ma Cheng said, Song Qiu also found that if he kept maintaining the same speed, there was no hope of catching up with the two people who were running in front.

But what Ma Cheng didn't expect was that he thought that Song Qiu had used all his strength, but in fact, Song Qiu had used at most seventy percent of his strength so far.

The transformation of Song Qiu's physique by month-by-month gong is not achieved overnight, it requires time and sweat accumulation. However, even if Song Qiu was only a beginner immortal cultivator now, his various physical indicators had already surpassed the imagination of ordinary people.

Song Qiu came this time, just for the 10,000 RMB bonus of the champion, if he can't win the championship, I believe that he will be beaten into a pig's head by Tai Bai Xing when he goes back.

Thinking of the terrible scene that might occur after the failure to win the championship, Song Qiu suddenly quickened his pace, the wind was whirring under his feet, and the athlete who was still trying his best to compete with him for the ranking suddenly noticed that there was a gust of wind beside him, and when he raised his eyes, Song Qiu actually ran out of dozens of meters in an instant.

That's faster than when the race started!

The athlete, who had secretly mocked Song Qiu in his heart before, suffered a huge blow to his heart, his mind was in a trance, he was mixed with garlic under his feet, and he stumbled and almost fell.

"It's too strong, he's too strong, he's even stronger than Luo Zhiyuan. This person had no intention of running anymore, just stared at Song Qiu's fast back in a daze, his eyes showed despair, and he repeated softly.

Song Qiu didn't care about the movement behind him, his mind was calm, and he gradually became the same, the heaven and earth in his eyes were stagnant and slow, and it seemed that all the movements in his sight had become a slow-motion shot, which felt like the unity of heaven and man mentioned in countless books.

The two backs at the front of the track became bigger and clearer in Song Qiu's eyes.

The next moment, Song Qiu easily surpassed the sweaty black athletes. Before surpassing, Song Qiu glanced at the name of the player on his back: "Richard Jefferson." ”

I don't know.

Song Qiu, who has always been indifferent to marathon sports, shook his head, and Gujing Wubo's heart did not fluctuate.

He looked ahead, and a few positions away was Luo Zhiyuan, who was arrogant before the start of the game.

At this moment, he also discovered Song Qiu's chasing, and there was no calmness on his face, and the sweat was like heavy rain, flowing non-stop.

Seeing that Song Qiu was about to catch up with Luo Zhiyuan, the stunned picture shook, and Song Qiu caught a glimpse of a familiar face hidden in the crowd. With hideous malice on his face, and his pupils full of violent aura, it was Song Qiu's former counselor, Mei Jianyu.

Perhaps thinking that hiding in the crowd would not be discovered by Song Qiu, Mei Jianyu bent over to the ground and groped for something, and quickly stood up, picking up a red brick in his hand that he didn't know who had abandoned it. He weighed it in his hand, nodded with a satisfied expression, looked left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he covered his head with a one-piece hoodie, and with a test of his arm, the red brick smashed straight towards Song Qiu.

The audience on the side of the road couldn't help but exclaim in amazement when they saw this scene.

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Mei Jianyu has been in a very low mood recently, he was taken away by the police station for questioning because he failed to frame Song Qiu, although he was acquitted afterwards because the police had no evidence, but it also caused a lot of sensation within Jiangcheng University, if it weren't for the eldest brother who is the executive vice president of Jiangcheng University, I'm afraid that the position of counselor has been suspended.

He had no interest in the marathon, but this Jiangcheng International Marathon, Jiangcheng University, as the first school in Jiangcheng, naturally had to contribute and sent a team to participate.

Mei Jianyu was yawning in a daze not far from the end of the track, waiting for the students to finish the course, when suddenly a figure flickered in front of him, and he stretched out his head to see that it was none other than Song Qiu, who had made him grit his teeth and resented for a long time.

If it weren't for Song Qiu, how could he be invited to tea by the police?

Mei Jianyu thought hatefully.

As soon as he looked down and found a building brick lying at his feet, Mei Jianyu was angry, thinking that even if he threw a brick at him, there were so many people here, and it would be impossible to catch him. What's more, he also knows the person who competed for the first place with Song Qiu, he is the top boy in Jiangcheng, and he usually can't find a chance to talk to him, I heard that this person is the most famous, as long as he knocks down Song Qiu with this brick and lets Luo Gongzi win the first place, he may have the opportunity to ask him for merit in the future.

Thinking of this, Mei Jianyu didn't hesitate, bent down to pick up the brick, and threw it hard at Song Qiu's head.

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd around him.

Mei Jianyu thought to herself:

This thing is done!