We are going to win the world record this year.

The world record of sprinting.

Become the strongest in history in sprinting.

Even if it's just this moment.

Be able to have a WR.

That's really...

Just then.

After Yu Weili saw Zhao Haohuan crossing the finish line, he had already started running with his hands open.

An inner thought.

Suddenly it was magnified.

Zhao Haohuan should not be aimless.

So……

It's just that he really felt it.

He won???

We are going to win???

We want to defeat the arrogant Jamaica???

We want to win the world record???!!!

This idea didn't exist for long.

On the electronic large screen.

Just give the answer-

There is no Millimeter showdown.

36.62,China.

36.63,Jamaica.

Win directly.

bright.

And it's very strong.

Zhao Haohuan took a red flag at this time.

After seeing the results come out.

After confirmation.

The red flag was unfolded to countless shots.

Then keep pointing.

What was saying.

Until the rest of the people rushed up.

He was surrounded by him as crazy.

Only then did I hear it clearly.

He kept shouting—

"Did you see clearly?"

“This is our color!”

"This is the color of the world record!!!"

"red!!!"

"The color of our five-star red flag!!!!!!"

"us!!!!"

"It's the champion!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"us!!!"
Chapter completed!