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Chapter 207 Beach Sandals
On the starting line, Zhang Qiyang and Li He were making final preparations.

Lin Chong told the two: "When you are ready, raise your hands to Alan. This is not a regular game, so we won't fire the gun. You can play freely."

Zhang Qiyang nodded towards Lin Chong with his mouth tightly shut. It had been less than half a minute. He hadn't breathed all the time, but was holding his breath to activate his super-limit state.

Seeing that Zhang Qiyang kept his mouth tightly shut, Li He couldn't help laughing at him, "Are you scared? Didn't you speak loudly in front of Alan just now?"

Zhang Qiyang glanced at Li He who was three or four meters away, ignored him, and continued to hold his breath.

Li He twisted his wrists and ankles and said coldly: "The track of the National Athletics Center is not for people like you to be arrogant. I am not targeting you, I am targeting all those who despise Chinese track and field! Whoever dares to come here to play wild, I will give him nice!"

Zhang Qiyang pinched the front of his mouth with his fingers, and made a gesture of shutting up to Li He annoyedly!Just running a race is not enough to listen to his chatter!
Squatting down, buckled the laces of the beach sandals as tight as possible, and when he got up again, Zhang Qiyang had already turned a deaf ear to what was going on around him, trying to hold his breath to revitalize his state.

Closing his eyes, a fresh work like the sea breeze appeared in his mind - SNH48's "Beach Sandals".

I don't know if he was annoyed by the hot weather and Li He around him.

Seeing the beach sandals on his feet, Zhang Qiyang wanted to cool off his mood, so he released this song "Beach Sandals" by SNH48 in his mind to cool himself down:
"...The hot summer wind blows quietly, and the favorite song is playing on the mobile phone, which makes our memory gradually start to deepen again, and the flocks of seagulls have left at this time..."

"...At the station along the coast, the sunset has set, and I was suddenly kissed by you at this moment, and the lipstick on my lips was stained, but I still feel a certain kind of loneliness..."

"...Looking at you smiling (you smiling), but I can't guess what's on your mind. The beach sandals are stranded by my side, but the sea water is slowly diluting those happiness..."

"...We are still friends, and we have a special emotion. The happiness we once had has landed, and as the waves slowly dissipate, the summer day alone..."

Groups like SNH48 may be prejudiced by many people, but if you can take off your colored glasses and enjoy their idol music, you will still find some very good works.

Just like this song "Beach Sandals", it is particularly youthful, and it makes people have the urge to go back to their youth and love.

In this new plane, there is no large-scale female idol group like AKB48 on the foot basin, let alone in China.

Today, when the otaku culture and idol culture are becoming more and more prosperous, the soil is already fertile. If such an idol group does well in China, there is a lot to do. At least the girl group on Bangzi will not dominate the world.

While holding his breath, while listening to SNH48's "Beach Sandals", Zhang Qiyang was thinking, waiting for his cobbler studio to be established, if there is a chance, he must set up a project to make a huge Girl groups have come to occupy the mainland girl group idol market.

This market cake is very big, and anyone can eat it. Instead of letting others eat it, it is better for him to do this and share this big cake.

Even if you don't make too much money, seeing dozens of soft girls dancing and practicing songs every day, this should be a very enjoyable thing!
The more Zhang Qiyang thought about it, the happier he became, and a weird smile was about to break out from the corner of his mouth.

When he was excited, the process of holding his breath was greatly accelerated.

He finally choked out the feeling of dying!
Opening his eyes suddenly, with a deep hum of "Hi", Zhang Qiyang once again let his Qi pulse explode, and he once again came to the limit state of braised shrimp!
After being bored for a long time, a sudden deep roar made Li He and the others tremble.

Zhang Qiyang's roar was so heavy, it was like a bison roaring about to go mad, with an astonishing aura!

When Li He turned his head and saw that Zhang Qiyang's whole body was smothered in purple, as if he had been steamed in a steamer, Li He was directly stunned, and asked Zhang Qiyang: "If you want to go to the toilet, hurry up, don't run halfway to pull your trouser pockets. Son, are you holding your shit?"

Zhang Qiyang managed to hold back his breath, and almost gave Li He a break!
Anxious Zhang Qiyang stared straight: "Can you stop teasing me? Is it a game or not!"

Li He was helpless by Zhang Qiyang's choking, thinking which of us is teasing?I've never seen you run while holding your shit like this!Kindly remind you, J8 is not happy yet?Fuck!Okay, let you run to the pocket of your trousers!

Li He raised his hand angrily, signaling to Jiao Alan who finished the [-]-meter drive: "I'm ready!"

Zhang Qiyang felt the chaotic power filling his body, compared to the palm of a kitchen knife, he also raised his hand to Jiao Alan: "I'm ready too!"

Seeing that both of them were ready, Jiao Alan immediately raised his left arm high, holding a stopwatch in his hand, ready to time the moment of falling.

Sitting under the shade of a tree, Qin Xueyang couldn't bear to see Zhang Qiyang being abused.

Especially seeing Zhang Qiyang's whole body turned red like he was holding shit, Qin Xueyang couldn't bear to witness it.Like Li He, she was also very worried that Zhang Qiyang would lose his face in the Milky Way if he pulled his trouser pocket halfway!

Wrapping the prayer beads on the fat wrist, she kept praying to Zhang Qiyang: "If you lose, you lose. Don't run and run!"

Lin Chong and Zheng Zhenlong looked at Zhang Qiyang who was so nervous that he was about to explode, and they all smiled helplessly.

Zhang Qiyang's standing posture with the front and rear palms made the two coaches very helpless. Except in the elementary school campus, they seemed to have never seen anyone start with such a straight chopper palm.

In contrast, Li He, who started squatting next to him, looked much more professional. Although there was no starting block behind his feet, this posture allowed Li He to explode at an astonishing speed as soon as he started running.

Just looking at the starting posture of the two, there is no suspense in this game.Not to mention that the casual shorts and sandals worn by Zhang Qiyang are not suitable for running at all.

Jiao Alan looked at Zhang Qiyang and Li He at the starting position from a distance, feeling like watching a primary school student competing with a sports car. Zhang Qiyang had already lost a lot to Li He in terms of momentum before the start of the race.

Li He pouted his neck all the time, his eyes were fixed on Jiao Alan's left hand, like a bull rubbing its hooves, it couldn't wait to start racing.

Zhang Qiyang's gaze was also very focused and determined at the moment.

However, his standing palm posture with two hands like holding two kitchen knives is really funny. No matter how focused his expression is, he still gives people a sense of humor.

The athletes and teaching assistants on the track and field all turned their attention to the starting point of the [-]-meter runway, and they were all amused by this strange scene.

They all thought that this was a funny friend who was not very good at sports, and they all waited to see this boy in a black and white striped shirt and beach sandals being brutalized by Li He.

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