"Su Shen power overpowers Guy and Powell, the top team, entered the finals of the Berlin Flying War!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Yang Jian's voice was even slower than the shot of Su Shen rushing the line, but this is the norm for track and field competition commentary.

No one cares.

Everyone only cares whether Su Shen really got the first place in this shot.

He suppressed Guy and Powell and won the first place.

After the results were corrected, each talent was settled.

9.89s, 0.2M/S headwind.

Su Shen, wearing a "pain mask" crossed the line, and in the second group of the semi-finals, reached the top in the 9.89s.

Get the first identity.

After seeing the results, Bolt opened his mouth with his big white teeth, and laughed, "Haha" and said, "It's Su."

"He can always surprise me."

"You seem to be quite happy." Blake looked at Bolt's expression, a little puzzled.

"Why not." Bolt took a chicken nugget from the staff and threw it into his mouth. "How boring it is just to chase me alone."

"It's more interesting to have a few more people, right?"

Blake:...

Usain is really not talking. Bolt.

Why is it him my fellow disciple?

Watching him show off every day, Blake can get rid of depression, but he has already made his heart laugh strong.

PS: Two-in-one chapter, it’s a little late, come up together and enjoy watching it!!!!!!

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