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"What? Let me stay away? Haha! Lin Feng, you really are an amateur shot putter. Do you really think that someone can throw that heavy shot put that far?"

Hearing Lin Feng's friendly reminder of concern, Ou Yong smiled happier instead. Because this fully proves that Lin Feng has no knowledge of shot put at all. The shot put used in the Qingbei University Freshman Sports Club is more than seven kilograms of international competition standards. Among the world records, the best result of men’s shot put is just It was more than 23 meters, and the position where Ou Yong observed and recorded the game results was 30 meters away from the player's position, and it was impossible to be hit.

However, through this, Ou Yong can tell that Lin Feng doesn't understand shot put at all, and this is exactly what he wants.

"Oh? Is that the case? Teacher Ou, I don't know if others can miss that far, but when I play, I suggest you stay away." Lin Feng smiled slightly and said.

"Ill! Lin Feng, don't brag. If you can throw that far, what if I just stand there and let you hit it?"

Shaking his head, Ou Yong hurried back immediately after seeing Yao Dafaan's second round of throwing.

"I'm optimistic! I'm really going to come here for a while!"

Just now, for the first time, Yao Dafang didn't use his full strength, but reserved his strength. But even so, a score of more than 17 meters is enough to win the championship.

However, this time monitor Fu Yangxu said that he must convince Lin Feng from the Economics (2) class. Therefore, when Yao Dafat threw the shot for the second time, he took a sigh of relief, swished, and threw the shot violently.

"I'll go! I'm flying...this time seems to be farther..."

"Grass! Is Big Fat Yao going to guard against the sky? Yes, he is a professional player, and he is indeed completely slamming other amateurs!"

"The shot fell! Oh my god, it's a bit further than last time..."

...

In the audience, everyone was surprised when they saw Yao Dafaan's second shot drop. They originally thought that over 17 meters should be the real strength to break, but this ball has improved the score again.

"19.1 meters! Yao Bin from the International Trade (1) class, congratulations, for breaking the record of men's shot put in our Qingbei University! The last record was a senior graduate from eight years ago. His score was 18.9 meters. ."

After measuring the results and confirming that they were correct, Ou Yong shouted congratulations to Yao Dapang.

"Oye! The record is broken... Our class's big fat Yao broke Qingbei's record as soon as he arrived, which is simply amazing."

"Isn't it obvious? Isn't it obvious that the first place in shot puts? It must be our class Yao who is fat!"

...

There was a burst of exclamation and congratulations. Even those students who were not interested in the shot put project could not help but exclaim, after all, they broke the record!

After throwing such a good result, Yao Da Pang was not at all complacent. He continued to take the shot put for the third time. This time he had to follow the instructions of the monitor Fu Yangxu to use the strength of the milk to challenge it. Self, with a sudden force and swish, the shot flew out in a perfect arc.

"Fuck! Fuck... It's even more powerful than the previous one. It seems..."

"Is this big fat Yao going against the sky? Could it be that the record set just now will be broken again?"

"Too much! Shouldn't it be 20 meters? It was really a sensation. It seems that our national Youth Games record is a little more than 20 meters..."

...

boom!

Everyone was stunned when the shot fell, because after every ball fell, Ou Yong would put a red flag in that position as a mark. Obviously, the position of the shot that was dropped for the third time was farther than the second red flag just now.

"Twenty meters! God! 20.3 meters, classmate Yao Bin from International Trade (1) class, once again set our school’s men’s shot put record, and... broke the 20.2 meters record of the China Youth Games..."

At this moment, even Ou Yong couldn't help getting excited. For him, it was very rare to be able to witness this moment.

"Yeah! It broke the record again..."

"Yao Fatty! You are too hungry..."

"It deserves to be the big fat guy in our International Trade (1) class!"

...

In the International Trade (1) class, the whole class went crazy, and Yao Dafaang took off his shirt even more chokedly. He ran over cheeringly, and yelled at each other with the boys in the class.

"It's so amazing, it broke the record again. I didn't expect to see a shot put my blood boiling!"

"It's not easy. I've played shot puts. It's more than ten kilograms! It's very heavy. It's really amazing to throw so far!"

"Unexpectedly, among the freshmen of Qingbei University, there are so many powerful people!"

...

Even the seniors and elder sisters who rushed to watch the excitement couldn’t help but cheered and cheered. After all, this broke the record of the Youth Games. As a member of Qingbei University, everyone should feel equally honorable. .

But at this time, none of the classmates in the Economics (2) class were happy~www.wuxiaspot.com~The deputy monitor Zhao Zhong had an expression that he had known for a long time, and he sighed: "Hey! I know that Yao Dafang from the International Trade (1) class is very powerful, but the squad leader is not without a chance. The second place is only over 14 meters, and the squad leader only needs to throw a 15-meter. We and China World Trade (1) class The gap will not be widened too much."

"Yes! I hope the squad leader can get a second, so as long as we win both the team competition and the five kilometers, we can still be the first."

"Trust the squad leader, everyone cheer for the squad leader! Only 15 meters is enough..."

...

Obviously, almost all of the classmates of Economics (2) have given up their illusions about Lin Feng taking the first shot.

Not only that, but the sophomores and juniors who watched Lin Feng's lively scene were the same, and they were not optimistic about Lin Feng at all. The players who competed behind Yao Dafang were obviously not motivated at all. The 13 or 4 meters they threw was a world away from Yao Dafang's 20 meters.

"On the 17th, Lin Feng from Economics (2), it's you! Ready for the game..."

Ou Yong was happy in his heart, and when it was Lin Feng's turn, he shouted at him.

"Got it! Got it... Teacher Ou, are you sure you still want to stand there to watch the game?" Lin Feng moved a bit, moved his knuckles, twisted his waist, and asked Ou Yong with a smile.

"Of course! Why? Are you afraid that I will stand here and see your irregular movements clearly?" Ou Yong said with a smile improperly, "Just give up struggling! Lin Feng, this Your class won't win at all once...unless you beg me! Haha..."

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