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Chapter 376 Another historic breakthrough!(2/2)

This shows that the strength of the three people is extremely close.

At thirty meters, Zhou Bing and Franklin Nazareno rushed to the front and finally eliminated one in advance.

Ramon Gittens is unable to keep up with them because of his physical decline.

I can only watch myself being surpassed.

Twenty meters.

Zhou Bing saw that he still couldn't pull away the gap with Franklin Nazareno, and even felt like he was being pushed back by his opponent. He listened to the sound of nailed shoes and felt "rippling" in his heart-

Could it be that the pre-match movement I have worked hard to design has to wait for the next opportunity to be seen?

And next world-class competition, what do you know when it will be?

You damn Franklin Nazareno Gua, you deliberately couldn't get along with me, right?

Ten meters.

Bolt is about to press the line, but their battle continues.

I've fought with you!

With a look at the finals, I showed off my thoughts of carefully designing pre-match movements.

A strong momentum erupted from Zhou Bing's body.

In the last five meters, he rushed up a small step and walked side by side with Franklin Nazareno.

Then, shrink your body and lean forward, and the two people are heading towards the finish line at the same time...

Pressed over.

Have you won?

Can Zhou Bing get the last little q?

Let’s listen, let’s listen to your sister, my soldier is not a man of Moji.

The final result is-

Usain Bolt, 20.50 seconds, first place.

With a 1.5-year-old headwind, he was still drunk when he was running for this score.

It seems that his condition has indeed gradually recovered from the previous few 200-meter lows.

Who can beat this score?

He is worthy of being the 200-meter youth record holder.

Second place, Brian Barnett, 20.96.

Third place Ihale Bodrov, 21.18

The fourth place is Franklin Nazareno and Zhou Bing, both of them are 21.25.

After Zhou Bing finished running, he felt that his nose was about to smoke and his throat was almost on fire, but he still pressed against the electronic screen tightly, wanting to know... what his final grades were.

He actually knew that he was better than others in the line, which was also the benefit of having been with Su Shen for nearly two years.

Line crimping technology, national T0, but the question is whether it is domestic and internationally, is it the same?

These words.

It’s still Zhou Bing’s situation that is too small to think about.

In fact, Su Shen’s technology is not only the country, but also Asia and the world.

None of them.

If Su Shen is not too different from the same level, Zhou Bing will still have the advantage in his pushing line.

It doesn't matter whether it's domestic or abroad.

It’s just that he doesn’t have the confidence in this regard.

After a while, the electronic timer gave the answer and the photo.

Fourth place……………………………Zhou, Bing!

Zhou Bing, from the flower planter, defeated Franklin Nazareno with 21.247, 21.249, three-thousandth of a second, and won the fourth place in the game. And the final result was the same as Su Shen and the others thought. This time, the little Q in the semi-finals was in Zhou Bing's group.

Zhou Bing Xiaoq, enters the finals.

This way.

Make history again.

The flower planter not only achieved the 100-meter staff to advance to the World Youth Championship final at the doorstep, but also made the 200-meter do the same.

This is so fast that it improves and has so many projects, it is no longer as simple as a single item.

At this time, Zhou Bing, who relaxed and lay directly on the ground, was thinking about...

My handsome pre-match action can finally meet the audience around the world.

OK.

Very excited.

When you go back tonight, you must practice hard, and tomorrow you must be handsome.

It will definitely attract more fans than Gou Huan's facial paralysis.

Especially female fans.

Um.

There is definitely nothing wrong.

Thinking of this, beautiful fantasies appeared on Zhou Bing's face.

Maybe.

I have quickly figured out the scene of myself refusing countless female admirers for a hundred times but can't tell if I can't tell.

200 meters, a flower planter.

All staff.

Promoted to the finals gun.
Chapter completed!
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