That's right, I am a glutton!

After running this time, there will basically be no problems next.

With his strength, he has almost locked his qualifications to participate in the Moscow World Championships in August.

Although Cangsuke showed lack of interest, others didn't think so.

"Awesome. Nine seconds, four or seven. Isn't this breaking the world record? Is he really a yellow man?"

"It's a pity that the wind speed is greater than two meters per second, so it doesn't count."

The seemingly young couple, that is, Miss Kato's parents, could not help discussing the incident while watching the interview on TV.

Moreover, at this time, people like them are not in the minority all over the country.

Although it was not counted because the wind speed exceeded the regulations, it was 9 seconds 47 faster than the world record.

The previous neon record was 10 seconds set by Ito at the Asian Games in Bangkok in 1998.

It has been more than ten years since that time.

No one has shaken this record for more than ten years.

It's just a little bit, even 0.01 seconds can run into 10 seconds, but it's just a little bit short.

This is a regret for more than ten years.

That's why they have this moment, they are crazy now.

"The TV is a bit noisy..."

Miss Kato was carrying homework from the cram school, walking up to the second floor unhurriedly, thinking like this in her heart.

She did not focus her attention on the TV at all.

Since setting a new goal for herself and starting to go crazy in the cram school, Hui even played less on her mobile phone.

As more information was released on TV, the place where the Kato couple discussed on the first floor was crooked.

"What a great muscle, it's hard to believe, he seems to be less than 16 years old."

The man gestured his arm subconsciously, and then quickly gave up the comparison.

I don’t know how many times it was replaying Sosuke’s run on TV.

The beautiful muscles of the athletes can't help but attract the attention of men and women.

"What about a healthy boy..."

With short hair, she looks like Hui, one size bigger, and the young wife puts one hand on her face, looking very satisfied.

"And he's a high school student in Toyonosaki."

Father Kato looked at the information that suddenly appeared on TV, and suddenly thought of something, his tone began to become weird.

"It's Toyonosaki..."

Mrs. Kato smiled and answered her husband's words, while taking off the watermelon seeds stuck to her mouth.

"I remember that among Xiaohui's classmates, is there a Kitahara-kun?"

Father Kato remembered the last name of the child he had heard by chance before, who often called his daughter.

My daughter has few friends.

Or to put it plainly, a friend who has such a good relationship with her like the kid on the phone is as rare as a panda.

"It seems to be..."

Mrs. Kato took a bite on the watermelon tip and chewed gently.

Father Kato didn't see this scene, and couldn't help but become suspicious.

Because the daughter's sense of existence was too low, she finally had a very good friend, even though the other party was most likely a boy who would deceive their daughter.

The couple's attitude has always been laissez-faire and did not choose to intervene in it.

But now suddenly seeing the boy on TV still makes him unable to help, and a hint of curiosity arose in his heart...

"Is it really this person?"

Father Kato wanted to ask his daughter, but he was worried that it would disturb her study.

Seeing his tangled appearance, Mrs. Kato on the side tilted her head.Holding a watermelon in one hand, he went to record the interview on TV.

Fortunately, Kato's dad's doubts did not last long.

Because she has been studying by herself in the past few days, Cangsuke didn't find her because she went to the competition.

Feeling that she is not in the state, Miss Kato who can't lift her energy prepares her pajamas and plans to wash and sleep today.

Then, Miss Kato, who walked down the stairs, finally saw someone on TV.

"Student Kitahara?! Why did you suddenly appear on TV..."

The Kato couple saw an extremely rare look on their daughter's face.

"Snapped--"

Without saying a word, Mrs. Kato raised her phone to capture the expression of her daughter.

"Sure enough, Beiyuan is the Beiyuan."

Father Kato pinched his hard chin, and suddenly changed his mentality to someone on TV.

From a national idol, it has become an attitude of scrutiny.

"Yes, it is……"

Mrs. Kato carefully looked at Sosuke's tall body, her strong muscles, and then at her daughter's petite body.

I didn't know what had come to mind, and my cheeks turned red slightly invisible.

Chapter 118

The next day, there was no accident.

Sosuke Kitahara undoubtedly became the champion of the 100-meter race in the Kanto Games.

And because the wind speed on this day did not exceed the standard, he broke the conference record and the national record in one breath, refreshing the two records together to less than 10 seconds.

The final score is 9 seconds 77.

A number that makes the audience feel extremely excited, and the sprinters feel extremely desperate.

For the 100-meter sprint, which is extremely difficult to improve by 0.01 second, Kitahara Aosuke is equivalent to building dozens of mountains in front of his colleagues.

And it's not an ordinary mountain.

Neon now doesn't even have a person who can run for 10 seconds. The obstacles he erected are at least equivalent to dozens of Mount Fuji connected together.

If there are no other people of the same kind who have extraordinary powers to come out and make trouble, and suddenly want to be a track and field athlete.

The record he created may not be shaken by anyone in the next few decades.

The current world record of 100 meters is 9 seconds 58 set by Bolt in Berlin in 2009.

With Cangsuke's strength, breaking the record of ordinary people is not a big problem.

But he did not choose to do so in this game.

Because the game in front of me is only a regional sports meeting with low gold content.

It is far from the world-class competition organized by the IAAF.

The main event must naturally be accompanied by a stage more suitable for it.

With the cheers after the game, the only little discordant voice that questioned Cangsuke yesterday has all disappeared.

"Maybe there is something wrong with the timer..."

"It's just a high school student with good luck. Super wind speed is not recognized internationally."

"Fake it, it's definitely those media hype."

Words like this disappeared in an instant after Aosuke ran for 10 seconds for the second time.

His popularity has really stabilized, and as he continues to compete, it will gradually ferment.

The value will continue to increase.

Not long after the game ended, a stranger called him who somehow got his mobile number.

The other party is a company he has no impression of.

The content of the talks during the call is to ask him to come forward and talk about cooperation in detail.

With a side attack, Kitahara Sosuke got the news that the other party was willing to spend 50 million yen a year and asked him to endorse.

Then this proposal...

Cangsuke excuses that he is not yet 16 years old, his job is a student, and his parents can’t make decisions alone overseas...

Rejected politely.

"50 million yen... who are you looking down on?"

Sosuke, who hung up the phone, smiled lightly, turned off the phone and threw aside, relaxed, lying on the big bed of the luxury hotel in Nagasaki.

I didn't care about the colorful and beautiful night scene under the neon lights outside the window, and fell asleep.

Two consecutive days of exercise did not cause much fatigue in his body.Compared with his usual amount of exercise, these things are actually very easy things.

But dealing with those interviews that he remembered made him mentally exhausted.

He needs a good rest.

It's the end of May, and it's about to be June.

The World Championships are held in Moscow in August this year.

It is less than three months from now.

With his strength, if he can win the championship in this world-class competition, his worth will inevitably rise overnight.

The results that Kitahara Sosuke just ran in the sports meeting have proved that he does have the strength to win the championship. The small company with no sense of existence wants to take advantage of him now, and also wants to sign a long-term contract of 5 or 10 years... What an international joke?

And Kitahara Cangsuke didn't like all advertisements.

Like Owen, Zhang Jiahui, Koo Tianle, holding a plastic knife in his hand, saying that brothers are coming to chop my lines...

I feel ashamed to think about it.

He didn't want to be a ghost material for niconico and bilibili in the future for a little endorsement fee.

"Ghost star Cangsuke Kitahara?"

He is not interested in it.

This sleep was in Cangsuke's wild thoughts, and he slept directly until 10 o'clock in the evening.

The breathing light by the pillow flickered.

Lying on the bed, Kitahara stretched out his left hand to light up the phone screen and found a lot of unread messages.

Yanye, Jianzi and Hui were okay, but they greeted him.

The replies from the girl, Xiao Hua, totaled more than 50. Cang Jie was taken aback when he saw it, and he thought it was something serious.

Forcibly bring up the spirit and reply to everyone one by one.

...

"The flexibility training I did with you helped me a lot, Yan Ye."

Kitahara recalled the cute appearance of the girl wearing close-fitting white stockings, compressing her ligaments, and quickly tapping the virtual keyboard on her mobile phone.

"Let's do it together next time!"

"Ok……"

Miss Yan Ye's pretty face was red, and after hesitating for a long time, she finally sent the text in her hand with difficulty.

...

"Get a good rest! I won't bother you, bye."