Traveling through the 80s and marrying a rough man

Chapter 449 The Champion Likes to Wear Small Skirts?
Pang Yu made it to the finals, but it was a pity that he only ran No.5 in the end. He lost to the older students in the sports school, which was not a loss.

"When I practice for another two years, I will definitely run faster than him! Wen'er, it's up to you later!"

"No problem," said Liu Wen, and took out two more rolls of white cloth from his bag, "Coach, Brother Pang, don't forget to cheer me on!"

It was a cheering banner he drew for himself, and the corners and corners were not various snacks, but small skirts.

Ma Hongtao: "???"

Wouldn't it be considered a pervert for them to hold this up!
It was even harder to accept than Pang Yu's before.

"I won't lift it!" Ma Hongtao refused.

He looks so tall and mighty, what does he look like with a small skirt!

"Coach! If you don't lift, I'll write to my dad saying you bullied me!"

Hearing this, Ma Hongtao's legs went limp.

After all, he was the one who was personally sent to the police station by Liu Mangzhong and chased them from the county town to Honghe Village.

In Honghe Village, I even saw the extraordinary members of the Liu family.

If Liu Mangzhong came to the sports school to vent his anger on his son, he would be a little scared.

What is even more frightening is that Qian Xiuxiu will have her son transfer to another school and go back to study if she disagrees!
"I lift it, can I lift it?" Ma Hongtao agreed with tears.

What's the matter? He was a coach, but he was threatened by students!
But when Liu Wen stood on the runway and jumped out like a split lightning, Ma Hongtao instantly forgot the embarrassment just now, and shouted to cheer like a big fool!

What is painted on the white cloth?What white cloth?He only knew that Liu Wen ran really fast, come on, come on, it's really giving him hope!
Running is easily influenced by other people.

Liu Wen told himself not to think too much, just do as usual.

No, it's not good to let your mind go empty, you still have to think about something, what to think about, just want to buy a little skirt for Tianbao!

Others one two one, his little skirt, others one two one, his little skirt!
Hey hey hey, little skirt!

At first, Liu Wen didn't run too fast in order to average his physical strength, but he wasn't too slow either, as long as he stayed in the first group.

The few people who almost clashed with him before the game wanted to make him look good, and they all ran ahead.

Seeing that Little Douding Liu Wen was not left at the end, but fell behind them, he couldn't help but panic and speeded up a bit.

Look, he can't keep up in a while!
Must have done their best to keep up with them!The first is theirs!

But this kind of speed is not the rhythm of their exercise. The rhythm is disrupted and affected. After running a lap and a half, their physical strength can't keep up.

How about slower?
Anyway, he's in the first place, so it's fine to speed up when someone catches up.

When I think about it that way, my feet are already slow.

After another half a circle, he felt that his steps were getting heavier, and he had to use all his strength to lift his feet with every step.

At this moment, he saw someone in the audience pointing at his back in exclamation, and someone jumped up and cheered and shouted excitedly.

"Look at that child, people trot really fast, overtake, overtake, overtake, almost overtake!"

Super, super?
Who surpassed whom?Who are you going to overtake?
His head was in a state of confusion, and he glanced slightly to the side. With this glance, he saw Liu Wen's short wax gourd running past him seemingly very easily, and he also heard him muttering.

"Little skirt, little skirt."

?

He lost to a little skirt?

When he was distracted, he staggered under his feet, fell to the ground with a bang, and immediately several more overtook him.

He quickly got up and prepared to catch up.

But his physical strength has been almost used up earlier, it has exceeded his endurance, and he can't increase the speed at all. He can only watch them run far away, especially the short winter melon who is shouting a small skirt is still accelerating!
Liu Wen has no other distractions and is very focused, as if he has entered a mysterious state.

His world is only the sky, the runway, him, and the wind blowing on his face.

The faster he runs, the stronger the wind, or rather he is chasing the wind!

That free-riding feeling is back!

Liu Wen knew that this was the last lap, and he was exhausted. As long as there was a bump under his feet, there was no time to dodge it, and he would fall down.

It seems that I forgot something, my slightly sluggish brain thought for two more seconds, ah yes, it's a little skirt!

For the little skirt, speed up!
Liu Wen accelerated a little bit more, finally, he is electricity, he is light, he is a myth on the runway, he won the first place!
"Number one, number one, hahaha, Coach Xiaowen loves you!" Ma Hongtao blushed with excitement and couldn't help shouting.

When the last person passed the finish line, he rushed in and hugged Liu Wen. He stretched his arms, oops, his strength increased, and Liu Wen hung up in the air.

"What are you doing? Coach, my aunt said that you can't hug anyone casually, even boys! Boys should protect themselves when they are outside! And I don't love you!"

His love is for the runway!
"Ah bah, I don't love you either! You're just so bald!"

Ma Hongtao hurriedly put him down in disgust, this boy kicked his new pants dirty!
Although this is a small competition, it is the first youth track and field competition held in the provincial capital, which has pioneering and epoch-making significance!
So reporters from several newspapers also came.

When Liu Wen won the first place, several companies immediately flocked to interview, and a man slid and knelt in front of him with a plop and wanted to take pictures.

There is no way, Liu Wen is a little short, and the photographer is a little taller, so this is the only way to take good-looking photos.

Liu Wen has never seen such a posture before, even though his legs are sore and weak, he still jumps up and moves away.

"Don't kneel, I didn't bring a red envelope!"

burst out laughing.

"Little Champion, are we taking a picture of you?"

Photograph?

"Can there be a photo of that? Then take a photo for me, make it look better for me!" As he said, he inserted his fingers into his hair and smoothed it.

Well, let him think about it, what pose looks best?

For no reason, he thought of the colorful and airy rooster in Liu Lu's chicken farm. He imitated his buttocks and raised his butt slightly, but unfortunately he had no tail, so the cocking was not so obvious.

The two feet are slightly spread, the shoulders are raised, the neck is stretched out, and the mouth is opened, and there is a series of cries, "Google!"

The champion of the teenage men's 1000m race openly crowed when he was interviewed by reporters. Is this the secret of his fast running?
The podium is built with three boxes of different heights.

Liu Wen stood at the highest point, received the certificate, the golden trophy, and of course the 200 yuan bonus, and was again the focus of the reporter's interview.

"Comrade Liu Wen, what do you plan to do with the bonus of 200 yuan?"

The safest and most prepared, but also uninspiring answer is of course being filial to your parents, buying things for your family and so on.

Liu Wen, standing on the highest point, seemed to be standing in the center of the world. Many cameras and reporters looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

But Liu Wen's gaze fell on the far side, which is the direction of Honghe Village... Well, actually he is not sure, so let's take it for granted.

"Do you know what my belief in running first is?"

What is it?
"I want to buy the most expensive and beautiful little skirt!"

Everyone: "???"

shock! The 1000-meter men's champion actually likes to wear small skirts!

Wanting Liu Wen to see the color, but fell down with all his strength, the person who only ran eighth in the end looked like he was struck by lightning.

So, did he lose because he didn't like to wear small skirts?

Got it, let's wear a small skirt for training in the future!

"Coach, I want to wear a skirt!"

Coach: It's over, the kid fell stupid!
(End of this chapter)