All-in-one Sign

"This year, Kazakh's Savin ran 10.8 seconds. If you want to break the Asian record, you have to be faster than him."

As a professional sprint coach, Zhang Ming keeps all records of related sports events in his heart. Xu Ang didn't know that it was excusable. If Zhang Ming couldn't answer, his professional level would need to be verified.

"Eight in ten seconds? It's a small idea."

Listen to this, isn't it irritating?

For Xu Ang, Zhang Ming has lost his temper. Xu Ang has strength. Eight in ten seconds is within reach for other sprinters in China, but it really doesn't matter to Xu Ang.

Zhang Ming can only say to Xu Ang: "You rest first, there will be semi-finals and finals later."

Xu Ang was surprised: "The competition is over this morning, the schedule is too rushed."

Zhang Ming also felt helpless: "The organizer sees that no world-class sprinters have accepted the invitation, and they don't pay enough attention to this project."

The organizers want to use this to increase their influence in the world, so as to get the recognition of their new emir from the international community, but they don't want everyone to be so disrespectful, of course they are not happy.

Although local tyrants love to sprinkle money, they are dubbed as stupid people and money comes quickly, but they are not really stupid after all, and local tyrants who cannot achieve the effect will of course not care.

After understanding the reason, Xu Ang shook his head: "It's boring, or it's not enough atmosphere, so you can't learn from us Huaxia?"

"It's boring, it doesn't look good. Mommy Xiaoying, we don't watch this, and the baby should watch cartoons."

In the mansion in Beverly Hills, Xiaoxiao took Xiaoying's mother's hand and shook it, begging Xiaoying's mother to change the channel for her.

Xiaoying's mother did not agree to Xiaoxiao's request, but said to her: "Xiaoxiao, don't make trouble, let's watch your brother's game together."

"Pigeon?"

Xiaoxiao tilted her head in a daze, Xiaoying's mother saw her and held her in her arms, and the mother and daughter watched TV together.

Just at this moment, the photographer swept past Xu Ang, Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, she pointed at the TV and shouted, "Mom, look, pigeon ran into the TV."

Without waiting for Xiaoying's mother to answer, Xiaoxiao twisted her body to break free from Xiaoying's mother's arms. She ran to the TV with her short legs and looked closely at the screen.

"Wow!"

"It's a pigeon, it's a baby pigeon."

Extending a small slap to measure, Xiaoxiao made a novel discovery.

"Look Mom, Pigeon has become smaller, even smaller than a baby."

Trying to stand on tiptoe, Xiaoxiao tapped the spot where Xu Ang was on the TV screen with her little finger, imitating Gege's usual appearance: "You little one."

Xiaoying's mother was about to call her back, but Xiaoxiao ran over first and threw herself into Xiaoying's mother's arms.

"Pigeon has become a little boy, hehehehahaha..."

Except for herself, I'm afraid no one knows how she laughed so happily.

At this time, a voice came from the TV, and the excited child immediately pretended to be a parrot. She was learning her tongue: "Pretend~~ TV station! Pretend~~ TV station!"

Xiaoying's mother corrected her: "I'm not pretending to be a TV station, listen carefully."

The little boy tilted his head, raised his hands high, and shouted excitedly, "duāng~~ TV station! duāng~~ TV station! Hahahahahahaha..."

There is nothing she can do about her own silly child, Xiaoying's mother, so she can only let her go. Anyway, the little baby is still young, as long as she is happy.

Seeing Xiaoxiao so happy, Xiaoying's mother also had a smile on her face. Hendry knew that he had done it well.

Xiaoying's mother and Xiaoxiao didn't understand English, so they were definitely not used to letting them watch American programs, so Hendry brought them Chinese programs. As for the problem that the United States cannot watch Chinese TV shows, there is nothing that money can't solve in a country where money is paramount.

How can children be unhappy?

Her pigeon pigeon suddenly turned into a little bit younger than her, and she can no longer bully her in the future. If pigeon pigeon dares to bully her again, she will teach this bad stinky boy a lesson and beat him to tears with her small hands.

Xu Ang, who was thousands of miles away, didn't know that his little sister had such thoughts. He was about to enter the semi-finals.

This time the atmosphere was much better than the previous group match. Xu Ang's two nearby tracks did not discriminate against his skin color, at least on the surface.

However, Xu Ang found a problem, that is, after entering the semi-finals, it is almost a world of pandas with two colors - either black or white, his yellow-skinned Chinese has become an alternative.

Seeing this, Xu Ang secretly thought: The 100-meter race is as Zhang Ming and the others said.

That's what's fun.

Only by destroying them in the competitive events they thought were their own backyards would they have a greater sense of achievement and a more profound impression on them.

"boom!"

The signal gun sounded again, and the players on the track, including Xu Ang, rushed out subconsciously.

The semi-finals have begun.

Those who can enter the semi-finals are the top two in their respective groups. Their strength is naturally different from that of the group stage. Even if he is as strong as Xu Ang, he cannot win as easily as a morning run. speed.

Well, it was actually a little faster than the morning run, and he was still very relaxed.

For others, however, that's not the case.

When Xu Ang rushed to the end

When it was time to order, he heard exclamations from the stands.

This exclamation was nothing but the result of Xu Ang's performance.

The time displayed on the electronic display is not much or not, exactly ten seconds.

The Asian men's 100-meter sprint record is broken like this?

I didn't feel like I was using my strength.

"Breaking this record is too easy."

Zhang Ming, who came over with his coat to put on Xu Ang, happened to hear this. He staggered under his feet and almost fell to the ground. It was Xu Ang who helped Zhang Ming in time to stabilize his figure.

"The greasy uncle is in his forties, and he's not a cute little Lori, so don't fall on the ground."

That is to say, Xu Ang knew Zhang Ming, otherwise he would not only not help him, but would actively avoid him.

It wasn't because of you that I almost fell, lad, can you think about other people's feelings when you talk. It's too easy to break this record. Believe it or not, if your words spread out, anyone in China who wants to beat you can form a strengthening group.

Thinking that he had come with a mission, Zhang Ming skipped the insignificant matters and started talking to Xu Ang: "I just talked to the center, there are rumors that a player in the eleventh district can run in ten seconds. The meaning of the center Yes, although it is not ruled out that some people are arrogant, but this kind of thing is better to be trusted or not. The honor of being the first yellow race to run ten seconds in an international event recognized by the world is better to get it as soon as possible. , lest there be too many dreams at night.”

Xu Ang raised his brows.

There are also sprinters in the eleventh district who can run in ten seconds, how come I have never heard of it.

"Okay, I know what to do."