"Isn't this a joke?"
"Little devil is so shameless, bah!"
No one is a fool, Xu Ang can see it, and the audience in front of the TV can naturally see it. Even the commentators on the imperial court are expressing their dissatisfaction with restrained words.
Naturally, many people are not used to this kind of behavior, but compared to the anger of the Huaxia audience, the audience in the eleventh district watching the game is still silent.
The culture of District 11 makes the people here worship the strong. They only believe that the winner is king, and they will not have the slightest sympathy for the loser, but will only laugh at and get down on the ground.
If Xu Ang can win, they will continue to worship him, even more than before.
If Xu Ang loses, no matter what tactics the opponents use, they will have only one attitude—heh, is a loser still worthy of worship?
Whether the audience is silent or angry, it will not affect Xu Ang.
In the process of returning to the starting line, Xu Ang's eyes swept over the players who were still on the field. He was observing.
Abandoning the car to protect the handsome, there are abandoned sons who are used as cannon fodder, and naturally there will be the handsome they want to protect.
By observing Xu Ang, he found that there was a player in the eleventh district who was too calm compared to other players, and there was no sign of him after sprinting many times. In addition to comparing his own memory, Xu Ang also found that this person had never started a race at all. Every time someone else made a mistake and ran away, Xu Ang stood on the starting line when he sprinted back from the track to the starting line in vain.
What is this guy called?
Xu Ang had a vague impression of this person. He remembered that Zhang Ming had mentioned this person. He seemed to be called Xiaocang.
No wonder, Xu Ang decided that Xiaocang was the handsome guy to protect. After all, he has a record of running 100 meters in ten seconds. If this person can beat himself in the competition, he will be a very good packaging object.
In a race or a 100-meter run, you can all do so much shit, I really convinced you.
Xu Ang, who pretended not to notice it, returned to the starting line and made a good run again. He was secretly paying attention to Xiaokura. When Xu Ang found that Xiaocang seemed to be preparing for the start, but the muscles in his legs were not tense, but were still in a semi-relaxed state, he knew what would happen this time.
"boom!"
The signal gun sounds.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
There was no accident, and another player from District Eleven took the run.
A teammate lost the qualification for the finals but failed to make Xu Ang start again in vain, Kokura was not worried but happy.
In his opinion, their strategy has paid off. Three times in a row someone rushes to make Xu Ang hesitate at the start, or because of excessive physical exertion, his reaction slows down. No matter what the reason is, it proves that Xu Ang's strength has been weakened.
I'm sorry, Xu Angjun. You can't take this gold medal, it will stay in our eleventh district, and I will step on you to become famous, hahaha!
Kokura was laughing wildly in his heart. He seemed to have seen his wonderful life after becoming famous. Various endorsements and countless banknotes would make him inexhaustible for the rest of his life.
At that time, I will call a dozen teachers at a time and take a photo with the teachers.
"boom!"
The flare gun was fired again.
Unlike the previous few times, the annoying "beep! beep! beep!" didn't sound this time, because no one ran away.
"The first time was me... eh?!!!"
Thinking about it in Kokura, he can gain a huge advantage just at the start, and the others only have to chase after him.
However, reality slapped him hard.
Xiaokura, who was immersed in his fantasy, found that there was a figure on other tracks that was two positions ahead of him just for the run. This person was none other than Xu Ang.
what happened?
Isn't he exhausted?
Isn't his reaction slow?
Shouldn't he hesitate at the start?
Kokura was full of question marks.
Others are running on the track, but their souls have already flown to the sky. Because Xu Ang was so strong, in the first half of the race, he was seven or eight meters away from Kokura on the 50-meter track.
With such a big gap, even people who have no self-awareness will know how big the gap is between them and Xu Ang.
A thing called despair grows in Kokura's heart, spreads, and occupies his heart in the next instant.
No matter what you do, you can't change the fact that I won the gold, because I am so powerful that it makes you despair.
"Useless waste!"
Someone in the front row of the stand was scolding, and there was silence around him, and everyone was silent. The scolding person is a big man they can't afford to offend. In order to please this person, they planned the event of the final race. They thought they would make a great contribution, but they didn't want to make themselves a joke in the end.
I don't even want my face, but I still can't do it. I can't blame us for being incompetent, but Xu Ang is really too strong.
A disdainful sneer came from the other corner of the stand: "Don't blame them, a group of incompetent guys. Now that a decision has been made, why not go further, and punish Xu Ang in order to ensure victory. It's already shameless. Now, can’t be more shameless? As long as you can win, as long as you can get what you want, it’s worth the effort.”
This man's entourage repeatedly echoed: "Member Mingbo is right. The eleven districts are all idiots, how can they keep up with 1/10,000 of yours Even if they are idiots, we can only find them Cooperation. Korea is a developed country, and it is time to hold a sports event that will attract the world's attention." Congressman Mingbo said with a penetrating smile on his face, "Well, idiots are just for use, let me teach them this. how to do things.”
Xu Ang on the field didn't have time to observe the stands, he just ran to the finish line and stopped in one breath.
Then he turned around and faced Ogura, who was 13 or 4 meters away, making a final struggle, trying to compete with a Central Asian player to win the second place. He shrugged his shoulders and did a little bit of face. American stall.
The expression on his face clearly conveyed a message—this is it?
That full of contempt agitated Xiaocang's blood, and his feet were weak, and he fell on the horse and fell onto the street.
Oh, your second place is gone.
With a friendly smile on his face, Xu Ang took a small step back and touched the finish line with his back, winning the championship.
Poor Kokura not only couldn't get the second place after the fall, but was also taken by several runners to overtake his car. When he got up, he found out sadly that the other runners had already crossed the finish line, and he became the bottom of the pack. .
After so many calculations, I don't even want to face, so I took the last place. Is this acceptable?
Kokura almost spat out a mouthful of old blood and fainted directly on the field.
"A shameful thing, he should cut his abdomen, let him cut his abdomen!"
A certain big man left the table in anger.
At the same time as he left, a blond American man in the other corner of the stand was fully armed beside him, wrapping himself so tightly that he couldn't tell who was selling his products.