Almighty sign in

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

As a professional sprint coach, all the records of related sports events have been kept in mind by Zhang Ming.Xu Ang didn't know that there was an excuse. If Zhang Ming couldn't answer, his professional standard would be verified.

"Ten seconds eight? Small meaning."

Listen to this, is it annoying?

For Xu Ang and Zhang Ming, he has no temper. Xu Ang has the strength. Ten seconds eight is hopeful but unattainable for other domestic sprinters, but Xu Ang is really not a problem here.

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

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

Zhang Ming also felt helpless: "The organizer saw that no world-class sprinters accepted the invitation, and did not 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 give up face, of course they are not happy.

Although local tyrants love to spend money, they are jokingly called people stupid and make money come quickly, but after all, they are not really stupid. Of course, the local tyrants who can't achieve the effect won't care.

After understanding the reason, Xu Ang shook his head: "It's boring, it's still not atmospheric enough, can't you learn from China?"

"It's boring, it doesn't look good, we don't watch this, Xiaoying's mother, the baby wants to watch cartoons."

In the mansion in Beverly Hills, Xiaoxiao took Xiaoying's mother and shook her hand around, begging Xiaoying's mother to adjust 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 play together."

"Pigeons?"

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

At this moment, the photographer swept past Xu Ang, Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pointed to the TV and shouted: "Mom, look, pigeon has gone to the TV."

Before Xiaoying's mother could answer, Xiaoxiao twisted her body and broke free from Xiaoying's mother's arms. She ran to the TV with her short legs and leaned over to the screen to look carefully.

"Wow!"

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

Holding out a small slap, Xiaoxiao made a discovery that made her strange.

"Look, mom, the pigeon pigeon has become smaller and smaller than the baby."

Trying to stand on tiptoe, Xiaoxiao used her little finger to tap the place where Xu Ang was on the TV screen, learning what pigeon pigeons usually look like: "You're so little."

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

"The pigeon has become a little bit, hey hahaha..."

Except for herself, no one knows how she laughs so happily.

At this time there was a voice coming from the TV, and the excited child immediately dressed up as a parrot. She was learning to say: "Pretend~~TV station! Pretend~~TV station!"

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

The child tilted his head, then raised both hands high, and shouted in excitement: "Duāng~~TV station! Duāng~~TV station! Hahahahahahaha..."

There is nothing to do with her silly child Xiaoying’s mother, she can only let her go, anyway, the baby is still young, as long as she is happy.

Seeing that Xiaoxiao was so happy, Xiaoying's mother also had a smile on her face, and Hengdeli knew that she was done.

Xiaoying's mother and Xiaoxiao don't understand English, so they are definitely not used to watching American programs, so Hengdeli got them a Chinese program.As for the problem that the U.S. can't see China's programs, there is nothing that money cannot solve in a country where money is supreme.

How can children be unhappy?

Her pigeon pigeon suddenly became smaller than her, and she can no longer bully her in the future. If pigeon pigeon dared to bully her again, she would teach this bad guy and beat him to cry with her little hands.

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

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

However, Xu Ang found a problem. After entering the semi-finals, it was almost a panda two-color world-either black or white. He, the yellow-skinned Chinese, became an alternative.

Upon seeing this, Xu Ang secretly said in his heart: As Zhang Ming and the others said, the advantages of Europeans and Americans are too great, and only Lao Hei can compete with them.

That's fun.

Only by destroying them in the competitive event that they thought was their own back garden, will they have a greater sense of accomplishment and a deeper impression on them.

"boom!"

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

The semi-finals began.

Those who can enter the semi-finals are the top two in their respective groups. Their strength is naturally different from the group stage. Even if Xu Ang is as strong, he cannot win as easily as a morning run. He has to take out the warm-up run used during training. speed.

Well, actually it's a little bit faster than the morning jog, and he is still very relaxed.

However, it is not the same thing in the eyes of others.

When Xu Ang crossed the finish line, he heard an exclamation from the stands.

The exclamation was nothing else, the reason was only Xu Ang's performance.

The time displayed on the electronic display is no more, no less, exactly ten seconds.

So broke the Asian men's 100-meter dash record?

I don't even feel that I have tried hard.

"It's too easy to break this record."

Zhang Ming, who came over with his jacket to put on Xu Ang, happened to hear this. He staggered and almost didn't fall on the ground. Xu Ang gave him a hand in time to stabilize Zhang Ming.

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

That is, Xu Ang knew Zhang Ming, otherwise he would not only not be able to help, but would take the initiative to avoid it.

I almost fell because of you, boy, can you consider how other people feel when you talk.It’s too simple to break this record. Believe it or not, anyone who wants to beat you in the country can form a strengthening group.

Thinking that he came with a mission, Zhang Ming skipped the irrelevant things and started talking to Xu Ang: "I just talked to the center. There are rumors that a player in the 11th district can run for ten seconds. The center means Although it is not ruled out that some people are arrogant, but this kind of thing is more credible than unreliable. The honor of being the first person of the yellow race to score ten seconds in an international competition whose results are recognized by the world should be obtained as soon as possible. , Lest nights have many dreams."

Xu Ang raised his brows.

There are also sprinters in the 11th district who can run for ten seconds. I have never heard of it.

"Okay, I know what to do."