All-in-one Sign

"Nine seconds seven or six."

Zhang Ming's hand holding the stopwatch was shaking. There was an error in the manual calculation. His stopwatch showed nine seconds seventy-seven, but the results on the electronic timer could not be wrong. And the results of the two timings are so close, the possibility of error at the same time is very small.

Nine seconds seventy-six, this is nine seconds seventy-six. As long as Xu Ang doesn't lose the chain on the field, let alone the gold medal, the world record can be broken.

"Xu Ang, look, your score has improved by 0.2 to 0.3 seconds than before. It seems that our training method is effective. You have only started training and you have achieved such results. I believe that after more With professional training, your grades will improve.”

You must not be embarrassed when you have achieved results in your work. You have to say it and let those who know it know that this is Zhang Ming's years of work experience.

Knowing that his superiors had high expectations for Xu Ang, Zhang Ming pointed out that he was a blockbuster and took off the pearl of the track and field arena.

According to Xu Ang's current achievements, Zhang Ming thinks that the goal might be set higher, not only to win gold, but also to break the world record, so that everyone can take a good look, the yellow race can not only run in ten seconds, but also become the world's first. one.

"Next year's Olympic Games in Atlanta, the United States, I believe you can make the world know us Chinese people again."

Patting Xu Ang on the shoulder, Zhang was obviously very confident.

The source of self-confidence is naturally not from him as a coach, but from Xu Ang.

Hearing this, Xu Ang couldn't help but feel strange.

He is not a novice who doesn't know anything, and he also has some common sense.

He asked Zhang Ming when he had questions, so he asked Zhang Ming: "I can participate in the Olympics so soon? Isn't there a threshold for qualifications?"

Xu Ang, who didn't know much about the "a" and "b", was aware of their existence.

"If it was now, it would be too late, but we are not like this. As early as when you discovered your talent in the 100-meter run and confirmed that you were going to join the national team, the above work has already started. You would not think that the leadership of the track and field center Wouldn't you even think of such a thing? Those people with bad intentions towards China deliberately played tricks on us with regard to the Millennium Olympic bid, treating us Chinese people as clowns, and the country was full of anger from top to bottom. Discovering such a big baby as you, can we be negligent?"

You are indeed moving fast enough.

But when you think about it, it's not surprising.

Today's Huaxia is indeed backward, but the Chinese people are not without temper. The new China was won by the fathers with blood and life. Such a Huaxia will not be soft because of the temporary backwardness in the technology and economic fields. On the contrary, those two wars, in which the weak prevailed over the strong, made the world look at it and let the world see the power of the new China.

Some people use some unworthy means to achieve the purpose of vilifying Huaxia, and Huaxia will naturally fight back in all aspects.

Zhang Ming went on to say: "The domestic affairs are easy to handle, but you still have to participate in two international events. There is an invitational tournament in Qatar this year, and one in District 11 early next year. What do you think?"

If it was an ordinary athlete, Zhang Ming would not be able to use a negotiating tone, but directly notify, but Xu Ang was different.

In addition to Xu Ang's outstanding performance, no one can replace him, but also because Xu Ang is so rich, he doesn't need to rely on sports to eat, and he is completely untouchable by you.

Ren Xu Ang's willingness to fight is to respond to the call from above, to win glory for the country, you are begging him, not him begging you.

If you don't understand this point, Zhang Ming's forty years of age have counted as living on a dog. Not to mention that they are now eating Xu Ang's, drinking Xu Ang's, and living in Xu Ang's. Xu Ang also offered them high salaries. Zhang Ming would only offend Xu Ang if he was stupid.

"This year?"

Xu Ang raised his eyebrows: "It won't be many days."

"On the tenth of next month, there are still half a month left."

Zhang Ming felt a little embarrassed, but what can he do? In order to make Xu Ang qualify for the Olympics, isn't it urgent?

Seeing that October is almost over, you suddenly give me this whole thing?

Xu Ang frowned and calculated a little in his heart. "Toy Story" will be released on November 22. Speaking of which, the game in Qatar does not conflict with him. But this is when Steve Yu Xu Ang has done all the preparatory work before entering the Peaks studio, and has almost gone through the process that should go, but if Steve has a little less work Do a little, Xu Ang's time will be very tight, after all, some things need to be handled by him personally, and Lasseter can't be the master.

"The schedule must be planned well, and you must inform me in advance, otherwise I'm not sure if I have time to participate."

Some things have to show their attitude at the beginning, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble later, so Xu Ang did not hide his dissatisfaction.

Zhang Ming naturally heard Xu Ang's potential meaning - I don't need to serve your bowls, don't arrange me casually, otherwise everyone will not look good.

"This time is a special case. If it weren't for you to participate in next year's Olympic Games, we wouldn't be in such a hurry. You can rest assured that there will never be another time."

Zhang Ming made a promise.

Seeing what he said so decisively, it should not only represent himself, but the meaning of the superior leadership.

In this way, Xu Ang felt more at ease.

Xu Ang naturally wanted to win glory for the country when he had the ability, but he would not be willing to be arbitrarily arranged because of this.

Xu Ang nodded: "Training continues."

Zhang Ming actually wanted to tell Xu Ang that he had changed to something else in China.

The athletes are eager to go to Qatar to compete. The local tyrants are rich, and in order to enhance their popularity in the world, the local tyrants do not care how much money they spend.

But when he thought that Xu Ang was a billionaire, Zhang Ming couldn't say what he said.

Does Xu Ang care about your money?

It's almost the same as a hundred times, and it has to be the championship bonus.

However... Looking at Xu Ang, who was already sweating on the training ground, Zhang Ming was thinking: Is the championship really a problem for Xu Ang?

It doesn't seem to be a problem, as long as he doesn't have stage fright and performs at a normal level on the field.

By the way, how much money did the local tyrants spend to attract world-class sprinters to participate?

It seems like the champion is worth a million dollars.

Zhang Ming burst into tears instantly.

Why is it so easy for others to make money, easily millions or billions, but it's not the same thing when it comes to myself, the difficulty of making money is reflected most vividly in myself.

Thinking that he was still overjoyed for his monthly salary of 3,000 US dollars, in order to keep the high-paying job in his eyes, Zhang Ming covered his face and burst into tears.

Humans are really better than dead people, and I am no longer alive.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you? You look so sad."

Today, I don't accompany Xiaoying's mother and sister Xiaomi, and Xiaoxiao, who is dedicated to accompany Gege, doesn't know if she has misunderstood Zhang Ming. She gently patted Zhang Ming's calf with her small hand, raised her head and looked curiously at the eye socket. The reddened Zhang Ming.

"Did the pigeon bully you? Uncle Zhang, the little baby pigeon is a good person. This must be a wrongful payment, a wrongful payment. Don't cry, okay?"

Zhang Ming squeezed out a smile: "Uncle wasn't bullied, just got sand in his eyes."

"Oh."

Nodding her head, Xiaoxiao said to him again: "It turns out that pigeon is not bullying you, then you can cry, the baby promises not to say it."

Zhang Ming: "..."

When did I say I was going to cry, don't ruin my reputation, you little kid.

Under the excitement, Zhang Ming's red eyes leaked out of time, although it was only a little bit, but Xiaoxiao looked straight at it.

"what!"

The child pointed to Zhang Ming, turned around and ran around and shouted, "Uncle Zhang is crying, Uncle Zhang is crying, tears are flowing out, hehehehehehe..."

Isn't it guaranteed not to say it?

Does your talk count?

How can a child deceive an adult's feelings?

Zhang Ming was messy in the wind.