Abandoned Master's Cultivation

Of the eight runways, Zheng Shao is on the seventh track, but this is a 100 meter sprint. Just accelerate in a straight line. The excellence in position is not obvious.

Many people came to the exam today. The periphery of the runway has been surrounded by candidates. Jiang Wuchen and Mi Xinghe stood in the crowd. Peisong from violet middle school and several PE students also came.

After seeing Jiang Wuchen, Peisong and others came to say hello.

"Brother Chen, come here." Peisong smiled and waved. He knew Jiang Wuchen best among the group. His classmates played football together. Later, his girlfriend Bai Fei had problems, and Jiang Wuchen helped.

Several sports students around Peisong also greeted Jiang Wuchen one after another. This is violet's invisible handle.

"Pei song, I remember you also applied for the 100 meter test." Mi Xinghe.

Pei song smiled and took off his coat, revealing his fiery red sports short sleeves and shorts, and a pair of golden Nike spiked shoes, which looked hot eyes.

"The fourth way! Position C," said Peisong, giving his clothes to his companion, jumping in place for a few times, and then walking to the middle of the runway.

"Hmm? Pei song, the seventh way... Is it Zheng Wenxi from your class?" a sports student said in surprise.

Pei song nodded secretly.

"Hey, the school of physical education of Shenzhou university is known as the most powerful school of physical education in China. It seems that that's all. Even such disabled people can take exams. I don't know how they review them." a sports student said sour.

"Now you can't see the world clearly. As long as you have money, Wenxi's family has plenty of money. It's not good to buy grades?"

"Shit, this is the college entrance examination. Can you do it? I'll buy it two percent!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Everyone will watch this competition. It can't do harm. It's not just money."

"Can't you spend money? Ha ha, it's easy to do. His father likes to donate libraries everywhere. He will donate one to the Institute of physical education later. Won't he go up?"

These sports students have their eyes above the top. They don't know much about Zheng Shao. At this moment, they stand in the crowd and secretly ridicule.

Mi Xinghe couldn't bear it. He knew that Jiang Wuchen didn't like to participate in such boring things, but he couldn't help but walk over at the moment.

Seeing Mi Xinghe coming, these violet sports students are silent now. Mi Xinghe is the shoulder of violet middle school in the past. He fights first-class. He and Zheng Shao are very close. Although they are going to graduate, it's not easy to offend.

"Ah, less rice."

"Brother Xing!"

Mi Xinghe smiled indifferently and said, "you don't think much of him."

On the plastic track, Zheng Shao is also wearing professional race clothes. At his feet is a pair of limited edition sprint running spikes. Look carefully, there is bolt's signature on it.

He stood on the starter and tried to adjust. The average height of the people around him was 1.85 meters. Only he was 1.7 meters tall. He was thin like a little monkey.

Several sports students smiled and shook their heads, saying no.

Mi Xinghe: "well, let's make a bet. I can't say how Zheng Shao's score is, but in this round, if you can run first, you will lose me 10000 yuan each."

RMB ten thousand yuan?

It's not a small number for these middle school students, but the family conditions of these sports students are very superior. They usually have thousands of living expenses a month, and it's nothing to take 10000 yuan out of hand.

"Brother Xing, I know you have a good relationship with Zheng Shao, but... There is Peisong in this round. This animal has run within 11 seconds."

"Don't tell me that Zheng Shao is more powerful than Peisong."

"Dare you compare?" Michelle smiled.

"Dare!"

"What if you lose, brother Xing?"

Mi Xinghe said with a smile, "I don't have anyone to lose you ten thousand!"

"OK, fair. But the premise is that Zheng shaoke can't take medicine," said one of the sports students.

Another sports student said, "take medicine and don't run. If you can run for 13 seconds, even if you take medicine, you can't run for 12 seconds."

"That's true!"

"That's it."

Several people are settled.

The invigilator teachers and referees have been in place, and the identities of the eight candidates have been confirmed twice. The competition will begin immediately.

The scene was quiet and looked at it carefully.

The eight candidates rubbed their hands one by one. Some shouted to vent their tension, and some slapped their thighs to excite their bodies.

"All in position!" the referee teacher wore a hat.

The eight candidates squatted down and made a good start on the starter. The starter used in today's exam is connected to the computer. After passing the finish line, they can immediately show their results.

Zheng Shao took a breath and stared at the finish line in front of him.

"Ready!"

Bang!

With the sound of a starting gun, the eight candidates immediately set out. The fastest reaction was Pei song, who took the lead in speeding up.

For this exam, he and baifei abstained for half a month, and their strength came out, leading two positions in an instant.

The strong explosive power of the body is perfectly released at this moment, and his acceleration is also the fastest. The people around him are shaken behind him.

This kind of scene is common to Pei song. Although his leg was injured, he was later cured by Jiang Wuchen without any sequelae, and the speed is faster than before.

However, after reaching the middle range, he suddenly found that Zheng Shao, who was in the seventh track, suddenly hit out like a rocket behind him. It was as fast as lightning and instantly surpassed Peisong.

"This..."

Pei song's eyes were wide, and the frequency of his legs was faster. However, he still couldn't catch up with him, so he had to watch him cross the finish line.

"I wipe..."

"No, this... How is this possible?"

Several sports students stared at each other.

Mi Xinghe took out his mobile phone with a smile, "come on, transfer money, admit defeat in gambling."

"Hey..."

"Zhennima is blind. A polio can run so fast..."

Several sports students are helpless. If they are others, they dare to rely on the money, but the other party is mi Xinghe, and they can't rely on it.

Everyone's results came out. Zheng Jiangshan was the first, with a score of 10.11 seconds. Second place Pei song, 10.53 seconds.

The result immediately caused bursts of exclamation. The guy who was only one meter seven ran ten seconds.

You know, the track and field record of the school of physical education of Shenzhou university is only 11 seconds. He was almost going to break the record.

Zheng Shaohe giggled, "today's performance is general, not my boasting. Usually when I test myself, my performance has been less than ten meters, only one throw slower than bolt."

If he said this before running, everyone would laugh at him, but now no one dares to laugh.