"Please ask the players from the seventh group of the men's 100m preliminaries to get ready, and please ask the players from the eighth group of the men's 100m preliminaries to get ready."
Zhao Haohuan came on the field, and his game aroused the screams of many girls at the scene. After all, there was a handsome Oppa watching the game, which was a real profit. You will understand if you think about it when you watch a sports game and there is an eye-catching girl.
Food and sex.
Same for men and women.
Everyone is equal.
Zhao Haohuan put up his number plate and walked onto the field. He was in the first lane, which was not good, but for a person of his level, it made no difference at all which lane he was in.
Before meeting Su Shen, it was all a matter of warm-up.
These words are not pretentious, but purely truthful. With Zhao Haohuan’s performance in multiple finals of OW competitions, compared with this in China, it is really relaxing and enjoyable.
Even Yang Jiandu joked: "Zhao Haohuan is extremely relaxed because he knows that there is no way he can lose the game."
This is not to look down on the others, and other people in the same group will not think so if they hear it.
Zhao Haohuan's mentality is very peaceful. There is no nervousness at all when attending the National Games for the first time, and there is only relaxation and comfort.
On the contrary, the person standing next to Zhao Haohuan felt quite nervous and glanced at him, feeling a little uncomfortable. After all, it was impossible for them to feel relaxed while standing with the Ten-Breakers, not to mention that Zhao Haohuan was not an ordinary Ten-Breakers, he was a "normal Ten-Breakers" with PB9.80+, a fierce group.
"Everyone take your place."
"preparation."
Bang————————————————————
Zhao Haohuan started with a bent arm, and instantly widened the gap with his opponents in the same group. Even this group had several so-called traditional young talents, but compared with him, they were nothing. He added up the speed at a very high speed, and soon he was striding forward, throwing away everything, and running forward gracefully alone.
"Zhao Haohuan is ahead in the acceleration zone. Even if Su Shen comes in China, he won't be able to outrun him."
"Yes, Haohuan is too strong. If he cannot lead in the future, he will only be surpassed later."
Hu Kai seemed to think of the scene when he faced Zhao Haohuan for the first time in the National Games. It was... still fresh in his memory.
The two of them didn't talk much about the game, and even chatted a few words. Zhao Haohuan had already begun to slow down and passed the finish line relying on inertia.
10.17s, 0.2M/S, almost calm wind.
When this result came out, everyone in the audience was stunned and didn't know what to say, especially at this time, the MR record of the National Games was clearly hanging on the big screen.
10.22s, Zhou Wei’s record in the Eighth National Games.
Then, in the preliminaries, just the preliminaries, Zhao Haohuan was easily defeated. It was really effortless at all. No matter which angle you look at the slow motion, you can see that it is completely flat, and the facial muscles have no compensation.
The moment Zhao Haohuan crossed the finish line, MR's National Games record was changed to 10.17 seconds.
Zhou Wei had maintained the 100-meter record at the National Games for 12 years, but was broken by Zhao Haohuan in the preliminaries.
The National Games record was broken in the preliminaries, and the staff and working groups on site didn't know how to celebrate.
After all, in the past, this kind of thing would have required a lot of passionate publicity on the spot, but this was usually done in the finals, semi-finals as well, what the hell is the preliminaries?
There is absolutely no experience in this area to follow.
"Viewers, an interesting situation has arisen now." Yang Jian's voice came from the TV: "Chinese player Zhao Haohuan broke the 12-year National Games record with a time of 10.17 seconds in the preliminaries. This is This situation has never happened before in the National Games."
"It has never happened before, but our country's sprinting has improved so fast in the past four or five years. The competition record of 10.22s was originally not enough, but I didn't expect it to be broken so soon. However...congratulations are also in line with Zhao Haohuan's current record His strength and personal style." After Hu Kai finished speaking, the crowd finally reacted and began to use electronic speakers to play the full broadcast————
"Congratulations to Zhao Haohuan, the first runner from Guangdong Province, for breaking the National Games 100m record with 10.17s."
Damn it...the first shot broke the tournament record?
When these traditional players saw this, their hearts went cold. They felt that their combat abilities were not of the same dimension at all.
At this moment, in Zhelimu League, the young man with bangs said behind Zhou Wei: "Coach, your National Games record is gone."
Zhou Wei:......
He himself was speechless.
He knew that his 100-meter record in the National Games could not be kept, but he should not be so disrespectful.
It was gone in the preliminaries, but it was still a big break. It was simply...a bunch of beasts.
Zhao Haohuan himself didn't feel anything. He just looked at the results and walked out of the venue to rest. After all, is the result of 10.17s not worth the fuss? The National Games 100-meter record has been broken? Isn't that what it should be?
10.22s was originally a result of the previous era.
After the Su Divine System began to sweep across Ersha Island, such results had long since fallen into disrepute.
If it breaks, it breaks, no fuss.
There is no need to make a fuss, but after the next group of Su Shen appeared, no one expected that the time that this MR was maintained was actually... so short.
Su Shen was on the field, and in the same group was Guo Fan. Guo Fan was originally in the top three this year and was the top domestic player who won the 100-meter medal in the National Games. Then, as soon as the gunshot rang out, Guo Fan felt as if some demonic wind was blowing past him with some force.
When he reacted, he could only see a big butt that was getting further away, reaching the front.
This is the world’s top level, no, is this the world’s number one starting ability?
Guo Fan went out to compete too few times and was always "fighting in the nest". He didn't know much about international competitions and international masters. Standing next to Su Shen in person, he felt what the world's top abilities were.
Speaking of hanging or beating, it's all light words.
Thirty meters, only thirty meters, Su Shen had already thrown away Guo Fan, who was second in the queue, by several meters.
If you can't even drive for 4 seconds from 30 meters in front of you, what are you going to do against Su Shen?
You know, you don’t have the ability.
Even if you eat ashes, you won't have the opportunity to know.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
Under the despairing strength gap, Guo Fan was already beaten, and he didn't even have the desire to pursue him later, because he couldn't waste so much energy here, but others... he could.
Because people are just "taking a walk".
Su Shen almost stopped swinging his arms in the last ten meters and just "scattered" across the finish line.
Later in the preliminaries, Guo Fan was pulled away by Su Shen by nearly five meters.
Five meters, this is five meters, not five positions. Even if it is five positions, it is still a situation of being beaten, right?
Not to mention five meters.
This is a dimensional gap that cannot be made up. Even if you take drugs, you cannot catch up in such a short time.
Guo Fan was second in the group with 10.60+. He thought his performance was at least average. If it weren't for Su Shen, he would be first. But after he crossed the finish line, he discovered that there were sounds of surprise from all directions.
One person may not be surprised, but the sound level may not be loud, but if 50,000 to 60,000 people are present together, it would be an exaggeration.
It's impossible not to hear clearly.
If you listen carefully, it seems that everyone is saying the same "word".
Broken, broken again.
What's broken?
Guo Fan was stunned for a moment, but he immediately thought of something. He suddenly looked up at the large electronic screen displaying the results. The first place in that place read——
10.16s, 0M/S, not finished yet, followed by a big MR.
What the hell.
Broken again? The National Games 100-meter record, the National Games 100-meter record that was just broken by Zhao Haohuan, has been set again?
What a joke.
Didn’t the 100-meter record in the National Games last for twelve years? Why does it seem like...
As if it’s so worthless?
Seeing the expressions of these high school sports students looking at him, Zhou Wei also looked depressed and shouted: "Don't even look at me!"
"watch TV!!!"
"oh."
A group of high school students nodded, but obviously their gazes remained unchanged.
Zhou Wei almost vomited blood.
Can you blame me for this? Which of these former masters would not vomit blood when encountered? 10.22s was brushed back and forth like this, the same thing for five minutes, which made him almost wonder if he had really held the record for twelve years.
(End of chapter)
