The rowing continued to break through the waves, and Shi Zhenqiu noticed other situations and quickly reminded Zheng Junhe and Lu Hongzhe in front of him: "Brother Junhe, Hongzhe, your beat is wrong. Pay attention to listening to the slogans and concentrate."

Originally, Zheng Junhe and Lu Hongzhe didn't know that they were wrong. When they heard his reminder, they quickly paid attention to the people in front of them and gradually corrected them.

After two hundred and fifty meters, everyone's physical strength dropped rapidly. Not to mention anything else, the slogans were not loud enough.

Originally this should be Park Myung-soo's job, but the old guy sat on the bow of the boat and didn't know what he was doing, without any sound.

Yoo Jae-suk tried hard to shout slogans, but because of lack of strength, the people behind him couldn't hear it clearly.

Forced by helplessness, Shi Zhenqiu, who was in the middle, had to take responsibility.

"Don't worry, follow the rhythm, one, two, three..."

Only by shouting can you know that on the heavy rainy river surface, as long as you open your mouth, the cold rain will make you pour into your mouth, and it can even make people choke.

But if you don’t shout, everyone will have no rhythm, the boat will not be faster, and everyone will be even more tired.

For everyone's sake, Shi Zhenqiu didn't care about so much. In the harsh environment, his slogans were still so loud, just like he sang on the stage.

Finally, with someone in command, everyone finally found the backbone. They let go of their panic and tried to follow his rhythm, which increased the speed of the ship by a huge margin.

Shi Zhenqiu not only needs to shout slogans, but also pay attention to other things.

"Park Myung-soo, master the direction, the ship is crooked!"

Park Myung-soo then cheered up and quickly adjusted the course of the ship, almost avoiding the benchmark on the lake.

After passing five hundred meters, Shi Zhenqiu felt like his body was on fire. The pressure in his lungs was increasing, as if it would explode at any time and jump out of his mouth.

But for the sake of command, he had to endure it and continue to shout slogans loudly.

Not only did he do this, but the coach on the boat next to him was reminding him all the time.

"Jung Hyung-don, cheer up, raise your head and look ahead."

"Defon, don't panic, follow Shi Zhenqiu's rhythm!"

"Use your legs and use your legs, you must mobilize the strength of your whole body!"

It took a thousand meters to pass, but it took longer than usual. Unfortunately, everyone on the boat didn't know and was still gritting their teeth and persevering.

Under the invasion of the rain, Shi Zhenqiu's voice became obviously a little hoarse, not so clear.

Gary, who couldn't stand it, began to join in, allowing Shi Zhenqiu to receive support.

In this way, there was Yoo Zai-shi in front, Gary in middle, and Shi Zhenqiu behind. The three of them mastered the beats well and led everyone to the final end.

One thousand meters, one thousand five hundred meters, two thousand meters, in the dire straits, finally... I finally heard the coach's whistle stopping.

No one knows how Shi Zhenqiu persisted, and even he himself doesn't know.

Anyway, the moment he heard the whistle, Shi Zhenqiu suddenly felt that all the ten thousand pounds of weight on his body had disappeared.

But all this was too sudden, and it was really hard to bear it.
Chapter completed!