Chapter 19: I'll Let You Ten Minutes

In their opinion, this young man with thin arms and legs has no possibility of winning the award, and he is still entangled in the issue of qualification here, which is simply unreasonable and unreasonable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"This is called a toad wanting to eat swan meat, wishful thinking. A staff member snorted coldly in a low voice, he thought Song Qiu couldn't hear it.

An older staff member stood up and said in a well-informed tone: "Young man, you don't seem to know the rules of our marathon. This time, we are holding a full marathon in Jiangcheng, with a distance of 42.195 kilometers, which is not something that ordinary people can run down casually. Don't exaggerate, I've been engaged in sports events for most of my life, I've seen a lot of people, who's in good health, basically you can know a rough idea at a glance, you are like this, you don't usually exercise much, relying on youth to run a few thousand meters, but to run 42 kilometers, it's impossible. It's better to follow behind their phalanx and run slowly for a while, originally we little people participated in this marathon, what we asked for was to strengthen our bodies. ā€

A group of people chattered around Song Qiu, intending to make him understand how ignorant and ridiculous his thoughts were.

Jian Hongyu stood in a sparsely populated place and saw Song Qiu surrounded by the crowd from a distance. She was invited by Luo Zhiyuan repeatedly, but she couldn't push it, so she came to watch the game, she was bored, and looked around, but she didn't expect to run into the little guy who was suspected of being a monk she met before.

She watched with interest as Song Qiu was surrounded by the people of the marathon committee to "educate", Luo Zhiyuan came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That's your friend?" Luo Zhiyuan followed Jian Hongyu's line of sight and saw Song Qiu in the crowd and asked.

"No, it's just a funny little kid I've met. The corners of Jian Hongyu's mouth outlined a shallow smile.

For some reason, she suddenly became a little interested in her heart, turned her head, and said to Luo Zhiyuan: "Are you interested in competing with him? If you beat him in the marathon, then I will give you the string of 'dzi beads' that I treasure that has been blessed by the Living Buddha of Gyatso." Although I joined the Taoist, I have to say that it is also a high-grade magic weapon, which can protect Antai and dispel evil spirits. ā€

Luo Zhiyuan looked at Song Qiu in the distance, although he didn't believe in strange powers, he still knew the value of this string of dzis. Just yesterday, an elder in his family wanted to buy this string of dzi from Jian Hongyu that had been blessed by the first living Buddha in the world, Gyatso, and offered 90 million RMB, but Jian Hongyu didn't even hesitate and immediately refused. I didn't expect this kid to be able to make such a big bet now, and I don't know what this kid is worthy of Jian Hongyu. Jian Hongyu has been lukewarm to him these days, and she deliberately stays away, could it be because she has a crush on this kid, or at least she has a lot of good feelings?

Seeing Jian Hongyu's playful eyes, he was even more sure of the guess in his heart, and asked with a gloomy face: "Your dzi is not worth a lot, don't you feel sorry for me?"

"Then you have to beat him to get it. Jian Hongyu said with a smile.

"Do you think this kid can beat me?" Luo Zhiyuan asked with a smile.

"Perhaps?" said Jian Hongyu noncommittal, shrugging.

"Okay, I'll show you what this kid looks like in front of me. I dare to say, even if I only use fifty percent of my strength, I can beat him!" Luo Zhiyuan's eyes burst with rage, he thought that this was Jian Hongyu's contempt for him, and he wanted to make this shallow woman recognize the reality and understand her strength.

Luo Zhiyuan strode over, and asked the director surnamed Wang in a great tone, "Your name is Wang...... Wang, what's coming, Wang Xiaohui, right?"

He couldn't remember the name of the person in charge, but he remembered that it seemed to be such a name.

The surrounding staff showed surprised eyes, when did the name of our director be called by you as a young man?

Director Wang was slightly stunned, looked at Luo Zhiyuan's face, was stunned, and suddenly showed a little surprise in his eyes. Director Wang, who was originally arrogant, suddenly lowered his body and asked cautiously: "I am Wang Xiaohui, may I ask if you are Luo Gongzi?"

"Not bad. Luo Zhiyuan nodded.

The director of the Jiangcheng Marathon Organizing Committee named "Wang Xiaohui" showed an expression of surprise and surprise, the young man in front of him was the son of a big man in the province, and he was a first-class upper-class person in Jiangcheng, in front of this son, he was just an insignificant little person, Wang Xiaohui only met once by chance at a party, but he didn't expect Luo Gongzi to remember his name.

And as a manager who has organized marathons for many years, Wang Xiaohui knows the lofty status that Luo Zhiyuan has in this event.

He didn't dare to slack off, clasped his hands flatteringly, and asked with a smile: "Dare to ask Luo Gongzi what he commanded?"

"Give me a race number and I'm going to race. Without any politeness, Luo Zhiyuan said bluntly.

Completely different from the impatient tone towards Song Qiu just now, Director Wang agreed very happily this time, and agreed without even blinking an eye.

Song Qiu stood aside, and his face became ugly when he saw this scene, this is clearly treating people differently and bullying others!

He was about to reason with Wang Xiaohui, but he didn't expect Luo Zhiyuan to suddenly point at Song Qiu, and said with a cold expression: "Let him participate too." ā€

Song Qiu was stunned, he and Luo Zhiyuan had never known each other, nor had they seen each other, so he didn't know why he was so kind.

Director Wang agreed repeatedly, and his smiling sycophancy was completely different from when he was alone with Song Qiu just now.

Luo Zhiyuan walked up to Song Qiu, glanced at Song Qiu's dress, with a disgusted and disgusted expression, and snorted coldly from his nose: "You kid, don't think about being close to me, I let you compete not to look up to you, but to let you know what is called a gap? ā€

Song Qiu felt a little inexplicable, and didn't know where he offended Luo Zhiyuan.

After Luo Zhiyuan said these words, he turned around and left, leaving only Song Qiushang and the second monk confused.

The time for the start of the tournament is fast approaching.

After all, the marathon is a rare large-scale event in Jiangcheng, and many Jiangcheng residents are actively coming to watch the race, waiting for the start of the race while excitedly discussing the ownership of the champion.

"You say, who will win this marathon?"

"Of course it's Richard Jefferson, he is a world-famous marathon runner, I didn't expect the organizing committee to invite him this time, you must know that he was once the top five runners in the world, he has won championships in many events, and he is a real world celebrity!"

"Hey, look, isn't that Luo Zhiyuan?" suddenly a sports fan screamed.

"Oh my God, it really is. ā€

"What, where's Luo Zhiyuan?"

There was a sudden commotion in the audience, most of them were sports fans who liked marathons, and naturally knew Luo Zhiyuan's fame. As the leader of the marathon in the Chinese sports circle, Luo Zhiyuan, who is only 24 years old, is known as a once-in-a-century genius and is regarded as a cross-era runner who can lead the Chinese marathon to make breakthroughs.

"Who do you think will win Luo Zhiyuan or Richard Jefferson?"

"Of course it's Richard Jefferson, he's a world-class player. ā€

"Yes, yes, I also think Richard Jefferson will win, although Luo Zhiyuan is the best marathon runner in China, he has not experienced the training of the competition, and he is estimated to have some stage fright. ā€

"Luo Zhiyuan will win. One of the people in the crowd retorted coldly.

Everyone looked at the person who spoke, and with sharp eyes, they recognized the man with a solemn face: "Aren't you the Dr. Xu in the variety show 'Super Brain', who can see a person's whole body data at a glance?"

The man nodded, indicating that he was the same Dr. Xu. His face was calm, as if it was a normal thing to be recognized.

Dr. Xu lifted the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said in a deep voice: "If I'm not mistaken, Luo Zhiyuan's muscle fat content has reached an astonishing 2.1%, and you must know that Michael Jordan, known as the 'basketball god', has only 2.5% fat content in his muscles." Moreover, Luo Zhiyuan's explosive power of calves and the long-lasting endurance of his body far exceed those of ordinary athletes, and it can be said that his physical fitness has almost reached the physical limit of the yellow race, standing at the peak of all human athletes. ā€

There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.

In the playing field, the referee of the match raised the starting gun and was about to fire the opening gun.

All the athletes are in a running position and ready to go.

Only Luo Zhiyuan clasped his hands to his chest, far away from a group of athletes, only to hear him say coldly: "I let them for five minutes, and I will run again in five minutes, and I can still win the championship." ā€

"My God, this is the spirit of a champion, this is the spirit of a master!" A girl screamed with her hands in her face, Luo Zhiyuan was full of muscles and a tough face, and he was indeed a handsome guy with a sign in the eyes of many girls.

"What kind of confidence is it to dare to hold Richard Jefferson for five minutes?" a male audience member sighed, shaking his head.

But that's why he has the money. has confidence, this is called pretending. If you don't have the capital to charge the big guy, you're a fool. ā€

Song Qiu glanced at Luo Zhiyuan unexpectedly, and suddenly changed back to his normal standing posture.

Although he didn't know why Luo Zhiyuan was targeting him, he would never retreat when he encountered a provocation, since Luo Zhiyuan wanted to pretend to be handsome, then he would play with him.

I saw Song Qiu smile and said, "I'll let you have ten minutes." ā€