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The two of them were very close, but they were still very close.

Hearing Lin Yi's agreement, Mukoko showed a mocking smile.

"Boy! You'll cry later."

Brandt next to him frowned when he saw that his two players had actually started gambling.

He wanted to speak out to stop them.

But at this moment, a hand patted his shoulder.

Brandt looked back and saw that it was the team's head coach Daniel.

"Don't worry about them. Let them compete!"

Daniel said with a smile.

"Well, okay. You are the boss, you have the final say."

Brandt had no choice but to agree.

At this time, the crowd of players watching the excitement around him also became excited because of the gambling.

Some people even started to bet on who would win and who would lose.

This caused some confusion at the scene.

So Brandt coughed twice.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

"If you are ready, start."

Brandt gave the order.

Lin Yi and Mukoko stepped forward and prepared to start at the starting line.

"Ready - go!"

Brandt gave the order, and the two figures rushed out immediately.

At the beginning of the game, Lin Yi surpassed Mukoko in a few big steps and rushed towards the finish line.

And Mukoko was gritting his teeth and running wildly behind Lin Yi.

He stared at the back in front of him, and kept cheering himself up in his heart.

"Run, you will see what happens later."

Mukoko was already imagining how he would crush his opponent in the second half.

Soon, the two ran more than 50 meters.

At this time, the gap between the two sides had widened to about three meters.

"Now!"

Mukoko was determined and exerted force again. He was ready to accelerate in the second half.

But soon, he was dumbfounded.

Why was the distance between him and the figure in front of him not getting closer, but getting farther and farther?

This discovery immediately made him anxious.

He exerted force again, almost stepping on his running shoes to smoke.

But all his efforts were useless.

The figure in front was still getting farther and farther away from him.

When Lin Yi crossed the finish line, the distance between the two sides had widened to more than four meters.

"Ten seconds and one! Oh! God! You should practice sprinting! Instead of playing football here!"

Brandt looked at the number on the stopwatch in his hand and exclaimed.

Hearing his exclamation, the crowd watching the excitement around him gasped.

"This guy must have been a professional sprinter! Isn't this speed too amazing?"

"The world record is 9.58 seconds, but how much training did it take to achieve that? This guy is only 17 years old. If he goes through a few more years of professional training, he might really be able to break this record."

"What was Moukoko thinking? He actually competed with such a monster. Did he think he was Bolt?"

"Haha! He spent 5,000 yuan and got such a result. How pitiful!"

"After losing this 5,000 yuan, it is estimated that the guy will not be able to go out to find a woman for several months. I'm really afraid that he will be suffocated."

"Mukoko's speed is fast enough, 10.45 seconds, but it's not good enough in front of the Chinese boy."

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Hearing the discussions in the crowd, Moukoko, who had just crossed the finish line and sat down on the ground dejectedly, had a very ugly face.

What made him even more uncomfortable was that at this time, Lin Yi had already walked in front of him and said with a smile: "Boy! Don't forget my 5,000 euros. Thank you!"

"You..."

Looking at the hateful smiling face in front of him, Mukoko really wanted to punch him.

But after a struggle, he still said woodenly: "Don't worry! I will give it to you."

"That's good." Lin Yi didn't care about the other party's attitude at all.

Then he turned his head and looked at his teammates around him and said: "When I get the money, I will treat everyone to a drink!"

Hearing Lin Yi's words, the players around him immediately cheered.

"Great! You are so generous, Chinese boy! I like you!"

"Then we'll wait. Hey, whoever you are, give the money you lost quickly. Don't delay us from drinking."

"Yes, how about tonight. I can't wait."

Listening to the words of the people around him, Mukoko, who was already very aggrieved,

Koko was about to explode with frustration.

This Chinese kid is so abominable!

He made it impossible for him to deny his debt.

Unless he risked offending everyone.

Otherwise, he could only obey.

Thinking of this, Mukoko felt a pain in his heart.

Five thousand euros, his monthly salary was only more than four thousand euros, which was more than a month's salary.

He was really unlucky.

Why did he compete with that kid in running?

At this moment, he really regretted it.

It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, so he can only swallow his anger and endure it.

"What's there to be proud of? There's nothing great about being fast? Football is not just about speed. Otherwise, wouldn't the team just recruit some track and field athletes? In the end, it still depends on strength."

Mukoko comforted himself like this.

He completely forgot that he actually made a living by speed.

At this time, Brandt blew the whistle in his mouth.

He focused everyone's attention.

"The last test is the physical test. Is there anyone willing to compete?"

As he said that, his eyes swept through the crowd.

All the players shrank their necks and no one dared to speak.

Physical test, you must be crazy to compete.

"Since no one is willing to compete, then go back to training!"

Brandt's face turned serious and he shouted loudly.

Hearing the coach's roar, the originally cheerful crowd of onlookers dispersed immediately.

Including Mukoko, who had just looked depressed, they all fled quickly as if they were avoiding the plague.

Looking at the crowd that was scattered, Lin Yi couldn't help but grin.

It's just a physical test, is it that serious?

But soon, he knew that it was really that serious.

"Next, run around the playground at your most suitable speed for twelve minutes. I want to see how far you can run."

Brandt told Lin Yi about the physical fitness test items.

It is the twelve-minute run.

As the name suggests, it is to see how far the athlete can run within twelve minutes.

The farther the distance, the better the physical fitness.

Of course, football players generally have a standard. If they are lower than this standard, they will fail.

This method was also often used by Lin Yi's team in China.

So it is not unfamiliar.

But not unfamiliar does not mean that he likes it.

On the contrary, he hates this test method.

Because although it is only twelve minutes, it is quite a test of people's physical fitness.

Because this is not like the three-kilometer or five-kilometer run, which has a clear distance target.

It is easier to run.

But this twelve-minute run does not have a fixed end target.

Just keep running until the time is up or you can't run anymore.

In this process, you dare not slow down because of the minimum score as the red line.

You can only run with one mind.

In this way, the physical fitness requirements are very high.

It can be said that as long as you are a football player, no one will like this project.

That's why the group of players who were watching just now all ran away when they heard about the physical fitness test.

They don't want to be tortured.