Tianchao Sports Station Live Broadcast Room.

At this moment, I entered the most intense state of the atmosphere.

"Zhao Haohuan chased after him?"

"He's chasing him!"

"Can Powell with it?"

"But don't hold it back!!!" (Hold on! Have a chance!)

"The final showdown!"

"Who will win?!!!"

"Press the line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Zhao Haohuan, Zhao Haohuan almost pressed the line with his opponent at the same time!!!!!!"

"We actually pressed the line at the same time as Jamaica!!!???"

"I know our guy is great, but... I never thought it would be so great!!!"

"We actually caught up with Jamaica!"

"No matter whether you can win this time or not, just this performance, I think it is worth all of me to applaud the young men!!!"

After Yang Jian said that, Li Tao nodded: "Then you have to cheer up, encourage, and support. I originally thought that no team could catch up with them before this game."

“It looks now.”

"I underestimated our own potential."

"It's just that this shot came too suddenly..."

"I suddenly crossed the finish line almost at the same time, so I didn't have time to prepare myself."

"Yes, even if you lose, you will still be honored even if you lose."

"OMG……"

This is mainly because we are prepared to become the first priority before our hearts are ready.

Especially when Yang Jian swept his eyes and saw the results.

People are in bad shape.

36.62???

You're not kidding me.

Just this result.

No matter who wins the championship, it is a new world record.

"World Record!!!"

“36.62!!!!!!!!!!!!”

"The audience is born at the 36.62 new world record, just in the London Bowl, just before this second!!!"

This result.

Li Tao also felt that his brain was hit by Hei Wukong, which was even more confused than the little Huanglong's face.

No.

No way.

It's impossible.

It was originally in his feelings.

If we can catch up with this journey, it is probably because Jamaica itself has not played a good role in this important factor.

What's the result.

Good guy.

I'm a good guy.

36.62???

In other words, no matter who wins this game.

No matter who lost.

Just their closeness.

estimate……

All scored 36.70.

Be good at joking!

This is the result within 36 seconds or 70.

This is the original world record.

It's not uncommon for Jamaica to break it.

But we broke it too.

Yang Jian really thinks...

I should take another big class with the pattern opening.

Give yourself a good air wall.

There will be a big unblocking.

"A new world record was born. It either belongs to Jamaica, or to our flower planters..."

"Accessors, we are likely to..."

Yang Jian didn't say that.

But I am afraid that I will hang the audience's appetite too high.

Once it is not done at that time.

I am like cheating the audience and the athletes.

He is a serious person who likes sports.

I don't want to let that happen in 2008 happen again.

Li Tao obviously understood Yang Jian’s intention. He actually wanted to shout now, but he still had to hold back.

I can only be a little nervous and cute, saying, "From the slow motion replay, it's really possible."

"Anyway, I don't see it very much with my naked eyes."

"No……"

"wrong."

Li Tao suddenly found that the live broadcast signal had changed from an angle, and after changing from a downward angle...

In an instant, he almost stood up from the chair.

It felt that the picture opened his entire pores.

"I think...we won."

"What kind of coach Li?" Yang Jian didn't hear clearly.

Because Li Tao didn't say this loudly.

soon.

Yang Jian can listen to it clearly.

Because the next second Li Tao raised his volume, and in an excited voice that could no longer be suppressed, he spoke, "I think we won!"

"I think we won!!!"

"I think we won this game!!!"

"Kill the arrogant Jamaica All-Star Team!!!!!!!!!"

Yang Jian was stunned.

It seems that I didn't expect it.

Li Tao would suddenly be so excited.

I originally wanted to remind Li Tao that when I was still live broadcasting, I suddenly re-analyzed these words in my mind, and Yang Jian also...

His eyes gradually widened.

Win?

What won?
To be continued...