"Then, if we want to win the championship, how much do we have to run? 39.30? 39.20?" Zhang Peimeng saw Su Shen shook his head and said in surprise: "I won't compete with the national team's adult team."

When Su Shen heard this, he was very happy.

The national relay team at this stage is really...

There is nothing to say.

At the East Asian Games on November 3, 2005, our national team only ran 39.90.

This year's Doha Asian Games, 39.60.

Although it was very eye-catching, this was the historical achievement at that time. Therefore, for Su Shen, who was used to the strong winds and waves, the national record at this stage was actually nothing. Even his ambition was...

Scared?

But this is indeed what Su Shen thought.

...

"Xiaotian, you won't..." Zhang Peimeng had already thought of something and said, "You have to run for 39 seconds."

"39 seconds?" Zhao Haohuan said: "That's too unpursuing. Our goal this time is..."

"Open for 39 seconds."

“Restore the Asian glory of the relay team in the 90s.”

Zhang Peimeng:...

Liang Jiahong still knew that these two people had no "simple thoughts" and would definitely have a big deal like the National Games. With experience, it was still stable. But this is the first time Zhang Peimeng.

If you open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, you will have to run into 39 seconds...

Ah this.

Am I still in the National Youth Team?

Zhang Peimeng was already a little messy.

PS: First update~ I was too tired yesterday and fell asleep while writing, and was embarrassed~~ Although old book friends all know that this is not the first time Xiao Zi fell asleep on the table while writing.
Chapter completed!