Almighty sign in

"Nine seconds, seven or six."

Zhang Ming's hand holding the stopwatch was shaking. There was an error in the manual calculation. His stopwatch displayed nine seconds and seventy-seven, but there must be no mistakes in the results on the electronic timer.Moreover, the results of the two timings are so close, and the possibility of errors at the same time is very small.

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

"Xu Ang, you can see that your results have improved by 0.2 to 0.3 seconds than before. It seems that our training method is effective. You have only achieved such results until the beginning of training. I believe that after more You can improve your performance through professional training."

Don’t be embarrassed if you have achieved results in your work. You have to speak out and let those who know it know that this is Zhang Ming’s many years of work experience.

Zhang Ming knew that his superiors had great expectations of Xu Ang, so he pointed at him and took off the jewel in the track and field.

Based on Xu Ang’s current results, Zhang Ming believes that the goal might be 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 ten seconds, but also become the world's number one. One.

"Next year's Olympic Games in Atlanta, USA, I believe you can make the world recognize us Chinese again."

Patting Xu Ang's shoulder, Zhang was obviously very confident.

The source of confidence is naturally not the coach himself, but Xu Ang.

Hearing that, Xu Ang couldn't help being surprised.

He is not a little white who knows nothing, but also has some common sense.

Whenever he has a question, he needs to ask, so he asked Zhang Ming: "I can participate in the Olympics so soon? Isn't it qualified?"

Although Xu Ang doesn't know much about A and B marks, he also knows their existence.

"If it is now a little too late, but we are not like this. As early as when you discovered your talent for 100-meter running and confirmed that you want to join the national team, the above work has already begun. You would not think that the leader of the track and field center We can't even think of this, right? Those people who have no good intentions for China deliberately tricked us in the millennium bid for the Olympics, and treated us China as clowns. The country is holding a breath from top to bottom. After discovering you are such a big baby, can we be negligent?"

Your movements are indeed fast enough.

But thinking about it, this is not surprising.

Today's Huaxia is indeed behind, but Huaxia people are not without tempers. New China is the victory of the parents with blood and lives. Such Huaxia will not be softened by people because of the temporary backwardness in technology and economics.On the contrary, those two wars where the weak prevailed over the strong drew the world's attention and made the world see the power of the new China.

Some people use some unsuitable methods to achieve the purpose of demonizing China, and China will naturally counterattack in all aspects.

Zhang Ming went on to say: "Domestic things are easy to handle, but you still have to participate in two international events. There will be an invitational match in Qatar this year and one in the 11th district early next year. What do you think?"

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

In addition to Xu Ang's outstanding performance, no one can replace it, but also because Xu Ang is so rich that he doesn't need to rely on sports for food, and is completely free from your control.

Xu Ang, who is willing to go to war, is to respond to the enlistment from above and to win glory for the country. You are begging him, but he is not begging you.

If you don't understand this point, Zhang Ming's 40-plus years of age will live on to the dog.Not to mention that they are now eating Xu Ang's, drinking Xu Ang's, and living in Xu Ang's. Xu Ang even offered them a high salary. Zhang Ming would offend Xu Ang if he was stupid.

"this year?"

Xu Ang raised his eyebrows: "Not many days have passed."

"On the 10th of next month, there is still half a month left."

Zhang Ming feels a little embarrassed, but what can he do to get Xu Ang to qualify for the Olympics, isn't it an emergency.

Seeing that October is almost past, you suddenly gave me this one?

Xu Ang frowned, and thought a little bit in his heart, "Toy Story" will be released on November 22, speaking of the game in Qatar does not conflict with him.But this is when Steve Yuxuan has done all the preparatory work before he enters the Peak studio, and he has almost gone through all the necessary processes, but Steve has a little less work. To do something, Xu Ang's time will be very tight. After all, there are some things that need to be handled by him personally, and Lasseter cannot be the master.

"The schedule must be well planned, and I must be informed in advance, otherwise I am not sure if I have time to participate."

For some things, you have to express your attitude at the beginning, and then face a lot of trouble, so Xu Ang did not hide his dissatisfaction.

Zhang Ming naturally heard Xu Ang's potential meaning-I don't need to serve your bowl, 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 the Olympics next year, we wouldn't be so anxious. Don't worry, there will be no next time."

Zhang Ming made a guarantee.

Seeing that he said so decisively, it should not only represent himself, but the meaning of the superiors.

Xu Ang felt more relieved in this way.

When he is able, Xu Ang naturally wants to win glory for the country, but he is not willing to be arranged randomly because of this.

Xu Ang nodded: "Training continues."

Zhang Ming actually wanted to tell Xu Ang that they were eager to compete in Qatar after changing to other domestic athletes.The local tyrants have money. In order to increase their reputation 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 this.

Does Xu Ang care about your money?

It’s about a hundredfold, and it has to be the championship bonus.

But...Looking at Xu Ang, who was already sweating on the training field, Zhang Ming thought to himself: 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 can play a normal level on the court.

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

It seems that the champion is one million dollars.

Zhang Ming burst into tears instantly.

Why is it so easy for others to make money? It is easy to reach millions or billions, but it is completely different when it comes to yourself. The difficulty of making money is fully reflected in yourself.

When he thought that he was still chuckling about his monthly salary of three thousand dollars, in order to keep the high-paying job in his eyes, Zhang Ming hid his face and burst into tears.

People are really better than dead people, I'm no longer alive.

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

Today, if you don’t accompany Xiaoying’s mother and sister Xiaomi, Xiaoxiao, who is dedicated to accompany the pigeons and pigeons, doesn’t know if she misunderstood Zhang Ming. She gently patted Zhang Ming’s calf with her little hand and raised her head and looked at her eyes curiously Red Zhang Ming.

"Is the pigeon bullying you? Uncle Zhang, the baby's pigeon is a good person. This must be a false fee. It is a false fee. Don't cry, OK?"

Zhang Ming squeezed out a smile: "Uncle is not being bullied, but sand is in his eyes."

"Oh."

Little his head, Xiaoxiao said to him again: "It turns out that it's not a pigeon bullying you, then you cry, baby promise not to say it."

Zhang Ming: "..."

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

Under the excitement, Zhang Ming's red eyes were leaking out of time. Although it was only a little bit, Xiaoxiao looked at him.

"what!"

The kid pointed to Zhang Ming and ran around and yelled: "Uncle Zhang is crying, Uncle Zhang is crying, tears are streaming out, hey hey hey..."

Isn’t it a guarantee not to say it?

Are you still talking about it?

How can children deceive adults' feelings?

Zhang Ming was messy in the wind.