Chapter 65： It's too easy to break this record

"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?

Zhang Ming has lost his temper towards Xu Ang. Xu Ang is a strong man. Eight in ten seconds is within reach for other sprinters in China, but it is really not a problem for Xu Ang.

Zhang Ming could 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 very helpless: "The organizer saw that no world-class sprinter 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 be so disrespectful, of course they are not happy.

Although local tyrants love to sprinkle money, they are dubbed as stupid people who make money quickly, but they are not really stupid after all, and of course local tyrants who cannot achieve results will not pay attention.

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, the little 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. 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, Doge 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, a baby pigeon."

She stretched out her slap and measured it, Xiaoxiao made a novel discovery.

"Mom, look, the pigeon has become smaller, even smaller than the baby."

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

Xiaoying's mother was about to tell her to come 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, no one knows why she smiles so happily.

At this moment, 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: "It's 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, 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.

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 the child be unhappy?

Her pigeon pigeon suddenly became 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 boy and stinky boy a lesson and beat him to tears with her little 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, he, a 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 makes it interesting.

Only when they are killed in the competitive event they thought was their own back garden 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's actually a little faster than the morning run He is still very relaxed.

For others, however, it's not like that.

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

This exclamation is not for anything else, the reason is only because 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 even feel that I was using my strength well or not.

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

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 body.

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

In other words, Xu Ang knew Zhang Ming, otherwise he would not only not help him, but would actively avoid him.

It's not 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 was here 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 that is 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 District 11 who can run under ten seconds, how come I've never heard of them.

"Okay, I know what to do."