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Chapter 296 The Gold Medal Can Be Prepared For Me First
"You...you drank..." Asakura Koichiro looked at Yang Yihang in horror.

Yang Yihang raised his head and asked with a smile: "What did I drink? Mr. Asakura and I, don't you drink the same thing?"

"me……"

Yang Yihang, who was still smiling just now, suddenly turned cold, and with a gust of cold wind in his hand, he hit towards Koichiro Asakura!
Before Qian Cang could see clearly, his whole body hurt, and Yang Yihang pressed his head firmly on the coffee table for a moment.

The teacups on the table clinked, and the tea in the cup was knocked down, flowing wantonly on the table...

Asakura's face was pressed against the table, the tea was a little hot, and it just flowed on his face, making him scream.

Yang Yihang sneered: "I don't have that much time to talk to you! Do you want to talk? Who instructed you to do it? You want to stun me? Let me tell you, you can't kill me even if you poison me!" Do not invade!

A small shallow warehouse should not be able to do it.

"No... Really not!"

Yang Yihang's eyes became colder, and he pressed his hand hard against the table: "Say it again!"

That cheek was cold against the table, and the hot tea that flowed over made people scream, it was really a world of ice and fire!
Qian Cang never thought that Yang Yihang would be so ruthless and dare to treat him like this?

"I said, I said!" Asakura yelled loudly.

Yang Yihang sneered, coaxed Asakura for a while, and sat on the side again with an indifferent expression.

"Go ahead."

Asakura Koichiro wiped his face with a handkerchief, and said, "It's the Dongying Warriors."

Yang Yihang raised his eyebrows slightly, "I'll say my real name."

He knew it was a samurai regiment from Dongpu, and those people had been hunting him down before.

Asakura Koichiro continued: "The only thing I know is that they asked me to do this."

Yang Yihang frowned slightly, and continued to ask: "Then where can I find them?"

If it is not resolved, there may be endless troubles in the future.

Asakura Koichiro became a little nervous when he heard Yang Yihang's question, "This..."

Yang Yihang's eyes turned cold, and he picked up a teacup and smashed it on the ground: "My patience is limited, if you don't tell the truth, I will make you this teacup!"

Asakura Koichiro's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at the fragments of the teacup on the ground in horror: "I... I... I only know that they opened a karate gym in Edo."

Yang Yihang narrowed his eyes slightly, didn't he?

Yang Yihang asked for the address of the karate gym, and then left from Qiancang's house.

Seeing Yang Yihang leave, Qian Cang sat down on the ground.

He suddenly understood why that warrior group would deal with Yang Yihang.

This Yang Yihang doesn't look like an athlete at all...

How could he offend such a person?
Suddenly, the door knocked again.

Asakura Koichiro became a little terrified, did Yang Yihang come back again?
He really doesn't know much!What is he doing back here?
Asakura Koichiro walked to the door, opened the door and looked, his expression became even uglier, and his whole body was trembling...

Yang Yihang went back, directly to the Olympic Village.

As soon as Yang Yihang entered the dormitory, he was dragged in by Chen Yandong.

Yang Yihang frowned: "What's wrong?"

Chen Yandong pointed to the TV: "Master Yang Yihang, where are you going? You watch the news."

Yang Yihang looked at the TV, the news on the TV was from Dongying, they couldn't understand what was being said.

Yang Yihang looked familiar with the background in the news video...a bit like the Qiancang house that he visited just now?
Yan Changfeng shook his head: "It said that Asakura Koichiro committed suicide. It seems that he committed suicide because he tampered with your drug test results."

Yang Yihang's eyes turned slightly cold.

This... how is this possible?
Just now that Asakura guy didn't look like he was going to commit suicide.

If so, he wouldn't have kept it hidden for so long, and even drugged himself to stun him!

The chill in Yang Yihang's eyes became heavier...

It's not like Asakura did it himself...

Maybe...the so-called samurai group did it.

Yan Changfeng shook his head: "That guy knew why he did what he did today? He took his own life in vain."

"That's right. But he did what he did, and it might not be easy if he doesn't die."

People all over the world know what Asakura has done, that is, if he wants to go out to find a job in the future, there may be no company willing to take him in.

Chen Yandong was quite able to understand that Asakang committed suicide.

Yang Yihang felt a little unhappy.

After all, he is now in the light, while those people are in the dark.

Who knows what's going to happen next?
Yan Changfeng didn't want to mention the shallow warehouse, and asked Yang Yihang: "The coach really wants to report the 110-meter hurdles to Master Yang Yihang. That... Master, have you ever practiced?"

Yang Yihang took it for granted: "Of course not. Apart from watching hurdles on TV, how could I have practiced?"

Chen Yandong, who was eating instant noodles, paused, raised his head and looked at Yang Yihang in disbelief: "Master, you... what are you talking about?"

No... never practiced?
Just watched it on TV?
Yang Yihang nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"..."

Yan Changfeng swallowed his saliva, and asked again: "Master... do you know what projects you have applied for?"

Yang Yihang shook his head again: "I don't know, coach Jiang Hong notified me about the hurdles yesterday."

The two looked at Yang Yihang in bewilderment.

What on earth are you here for?
Came here without knowing anything?

Yang Yihang touched his nose: "I told you, I'm an amateur."

The two looked at each other, and looked at Yang Yihang suspiciously.

Suddenly, they all believed it!

Is this guy really an amateur!
I don't even know what I want to compete in, and I have never crossed the hurdles, so I came to participate in the competition?
If he didn't know that he was often slapped in the face, both of them would say...Master, you should hurry back and squat!
On the first day of the hurdles, Yang Yihang went directly to the next door, where Ma Yong and Zhang Cheng were both participating in the hurdles.

After Yang Yihang knocked on the door and entered, both of them were a little surprised and a little excited.

"Master Yang Yihang, do you have anything to do with us?"

Yang Yihang got straight to the point: "Well... I'm an amateur, so I just want to ask if there is anything to pay attention to in tomorrow's hurdle group competition? How is it better?"

"..."

isn't it?
Are you running over now to learn from the scriptures?

Before Ma Yong could speak, a reporter who was engaged in live broadcasting had already come over, "Is Master Yang Yihang here to learn from the scriptures?"

Yang Yihang nodded: "That's right, it's okay to sharpen your guns before the battle."

The reporter asked, "Are you confident?"

"I'm an amateur."

Yang Yihang turned his head to look at the two, "Can you tell me?"

The two came back to their senses and talked to Yang Yihang about the matters needing attention.

The more the reporter listened, the more surprised he became, and he couldn't help interjecting: "Master Yang Yihang, you are..."

Yang Yihang said directly: "I don't know anything."

reporter:"……"

The female reporter thought for a while, then suddenly reminded: "Three contestants, this is a live news broadcast."

Yang Yihang's hand stopped, and his heart felt like shit for a while!

Why didn't you say it earlier?

His appearance as Xiaobai in the audience was probably seen by everyone watching the news...

After Yang Yihang went back, the people who eat melons on the Internet felt a little anxious.

isn't it?
The news just now really looked like a noob.

You won't lose face tomorrow, will you?
In the hurdle group competition early the next morning, Yang Yihang saw countless people sitting on the field as soon as he entered the field!
"Master Yang Yihang, come on!"

"Master Yang Yihang, I know you are an amateur. Just use your amateurism to beat them up."

The whole scene was like Yang Yihang's special performance.

A black man at the scene frowned, a little surprised.

Track and field events, especially hurdles and sprints, are almost all contracted by African athletes.It is difficult for Asians to break into the top three...

Of course, that Huang Fei is still very good.

It was because of a foot injury that he missed the Olympics.

Everyone present paid special attention to the drug test this time.

Yang Yihang passed without any problem.

The audience present breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I knew it, how could Master Yang Yihang fail the drug test?"

"That is, Master Yang Yihang's character is nothing to say, it is impossible to cheat."

Yang Yihang stood at the scene looking like a young rookie...

Yang Yihang felt that there was no skill at all, just hurdling, just be careful not to kick down the railing on purpose!

Yang Yihang and the others drew lots.

fifth group.

Yang Yihang stood in his position to prepare, and there was an African player standing beside him. Yang Yihang casually greeted: "Hello."

The contestant was a little surprised: "You don't know me?"

Yang Yihang raised his eyebrows and asked, "You don't know me?"

I really don't know...

Yang Yongkang, who was sitting in the stands, held Liu Mei's hand, secretly a little nervous: "The African player next to Yihang is Bofill, a very good hurdler! How can Yihang be in the same team as him? I saw it yesterday. News, and saw that this kid didn’t know anything, so he just went up there!”

Yang Yongkang casually scolded Yang Yihang for not being serious on the surface, but he was still very nervous about his son.

There was a gunshot in the game, and everyone rushed out.

Yang Yihang ran very fast and crossed a hurdle in an instant.

The second time, all of a sudden, the pants caught on the railing...

"Master Yang Yihang!"

"Hooked? My God, it's over, don't be the last one?"

"Damn, who contracted the team uniforms? I'm going to beat them!"

Half of the audience were Chinese audiences, and when they saw Master Yang Yihang, who they wanted to see the most, was hooked because of his clothes!
So annoying!

The scene became lively in an instant.

Zhu Lingyu, who was wearing a sun hat, clenched her hands nervously and kept her eyes on the scene.

Bofill has heard of Yang Yihang's name, and he has become very famous in recent days.He thought he was a strong man, but who knew he was hooked by a piece of clothing?
He couldn't help smiling.

It seems that this person is not as good as Huaxia's Huang Fei!

This kind of hurdle is so fast that ten seconds may be a game!
A second of delay could result in elimination in the group stage, so Yang Yihang's situation is a bit critical.

Yang Yihang was also scolding his father in his heart, how did he know he was hooked?
He pulled hard, and a big hole came out.

He looked ahead and saw that everyone had run far away...

"It's over... Master Yang Yihang is really the last one!"

"The last place, stop the group stage?"

"Isn't it too unfair for me to wipe this? My pants got hooked, so I stopped the group stage?"

The Huaxia audience at the scene raised their foreheads, this is simply unacceptable!

If you want to lose, you have to lose in a fair and honest way. It's too funny to lose like this...

The eyes of foreign audiences who had long disliked Yang Yihang's eyes lit up.

This is too funny, wait to die later!

Now the news is good to write...

Suddenly, I saw Yang Yihang rushing forward like a gust of wind!

Zhu Lingyu watched so hard that he didn't dare to pant, and he didn't dare to breathe loudly...

Come on...

Everyone was quiet, no one dared to make loud noises, no one dared to blink...

Then... everyone was shocked!

Yang Yihang is like taking a stimulant, his legs seem to be equipped with small motors!
Run forward at full speed!

What is a hurdle?
The speed of the whole person is like a gust of wind...

Bofill was the first to reach the finish line!
He is satisfied.

It is normal for him to be No.1 in the group stage.

Panting for breath, he turned his head and saw that Asian player also rushed over.

Bofill was surprised, didn't this guy's pants get hooked just now?

"No.4, Master Yang Yihang No.4!"

Everyone present stood up and looked at Yang Yihang excitedly!
Then they kept waving the small flag with Yang Yihang's face on it!
This is even more surprising than Beaufill winning No.1!

Bofill looked at Yang Yihang with a look of surprise, "Oh, you... you are so amazing!"

Yang Yihang's face was ugly, what kind of ripped pants are you?
Kill him!

Yang Yihang smiled mischievously: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm amateur...amateur..."

Yang Yihang ran away after finishing speaking.

Where would the reporter let him go?
Immediately caught up, "Master Yang Yihang, you won No.4 in the group stage, do you have anything to say?"

Yang Yihang covered the big hole in his trousers, and said helplessly: "I want to say...the uniforms for the next Olympic Games should be contracted by my factory...why are they hooked to the railing?"

And tore a hole!

If this bastard tore his pants, wouldn't he want to run wild in front of the people all over the world?Yang Yihang felt horrified thinking about it.

Yang Yihang was taken down by Jiang Hong and returned with a new pair...

The reporter stepped forward again, "Congratulations to Master Yang Yihang, you have successfully advanced to the semi-finals. Your speed is really amazing."

Everyone thought that Yang Yihang was going to fail this time.

In this kind of race against time, there must be no mistakes.

That is, the first second of the game cannot be delayed.

Yang Yihang is okay, he was hooked directly.

In such a tragic situation, how could he still rush to No.4?
This is simply incredible!

This is even more surprising than Yang Yihang winning No.1.

Now even foreign reporters surrounded him.

It's so scary.

This speed is not like a person at all!
"Mr. Yang Yihang, what do you want to say?"

Yang Yihang was pulling his pants, he said casually: "You can prepare the gold medal for me first."

All the reporters gasped.

What a big breath!
When did Chinese people who love the golden mean talk so wildly?

Yang Yihang has that capital!

Suddenly, someone in the auditorium above shouted: "Impossible, did he take stimulants?"

(End of this chapter)