"Ah Hong runs well and can play the things in winter training in the competition."

Yu Weili thought that he would be recognized by Yuan Guoqiang next to him, but he didn't expect that Yuan Guoqiang's face was not very good-looking.

"I said Lao Yuan, it's enough for young people to run well, don't be too harsh."

Yu Weili thought that Yuan Guoqiang was dissatisfied with Liang Jiahong's performance, so he wanted to help him say a few words, but Yuan Guoqiang didn't mean that. The reason why he was not very satisfied was...

"He was brought to the rhythm by Aye here."

ah?

Yu Weili was stunned.

"It may be hanging on the finals like this."

Before Yu Weili could react, Yuan Guoqiang paid more attention to Liang Jiahong, so he naturally looked more profoundly and analyzed more deeply.

Liang Jiahong, he is a standard 100-meter player.

Xie Zhengye is a standard two hundred meters player.

One of the differences between these two people is:

Physical energy reserve.

The latter is generally better than the former.

The glycolysis system is stronger.

Not to mention yellow people like Xie Zhengye, they are simply a 200-meter genius that is rare in 50 years.

That is even more overwhelming in this aspect, Liang Jiahong, who specializes in 100 meters, has a lot of money.

If the semi-finals were so fierce.

The final two hours later.

It is very likely that Xie Zhengye will recover soon and be alive. But Liang Jiahong...

This is the main reason why Yuan Guoqiang’s face is not good-looking.

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In the end, Zhao Haohuan must be the first to cross the finish line, and his score was 9.98 seconds.

This can also be regarded as further improving the body's state in the finals and warming up the body.

Stimulate the nerves.

This result is now a very strong result for him.

And the second place is...

Liang Jiahong.

The result is 10 seconds 11.

The third place is Xie Zhengye.

The result is 10 seconds 12.

This is actually not the best level for both of them.

However, if the semi-finals need to retain their physical strength...

This is a bit too fast for a non-breaking ten.

Liang Jiahong was gasping for breath. He wanted to see the expression on Xie Zhengye's face who was suppressed by himself, but could only fight for Xiao Q.

I didn't know Xie Zhengye, but there was no loss on his somewhat tender face.

Instead, he looked at Liang Jiahong's tone more calm and his breathing became smoother, and he said softly:

"Brother Ah Hong."

"You're in the final."

"I can't win me."

Liang Jiahong was stunned when he heard this.

Xie Zhengye even hummed a little song with some pride.

Leave the venue first.

Zhao Haohuan didn't look at his results at all. Instead, after running, his eyes stopped in the second column, and turned around and happened to see the little expressions of Xie Zhengye and Liang Jiahong's conversation.

He thought something.

It seems that the scene that Su Shen once told him was thought of in my mind:

Who says Asians can't drive 10 seconds and 20 seconds in 10 meters and 20 seconds in 200 meters?

I believe someone can do it.

And I think that guy is already in our ranks.

...

Originally, Zhao Haohuan thought it was Su Shen himself.

But I didn't expect it.

But this Xie Zhengye, who is only 18 years old, was over.

Take the lead.

Or rather.

When Su Shen said this.

It may not be yourself.

It's this little devil.

Double openings of 200 meters and 100 meters?

This little devil's talent.

For a moment, the genius, like Zhao Haohuan, seemed to have a slight "jealousy for a few seconds."
Chapter completed!