"We won't bring anyone back." Wang Ai waved his hand and looked at the coach and Director Du: "Is this okay?"
The leaders briefly discussed it and then discussed with Wang Ai: "You see everyone is so enthusiastic, why don't you run another one?"
The leader had to give him face, so Wang Ai had no choice but to swing his big flower pants and come back to the starting line. He followed the same process but lost the tension just now. As a result, he finished the race this time, eh? 9 seconds 85!
It’s even improved!
Now, the leaders were completely relieved. They ran 9.88 seconds casually and 9.85 seconds a little more seriously. If they let him run again, he would be among the top ten in the national record.
Now that they were relieved, the leaders didn't care about the reporter's mood. With a wave of their hands, everyone walked to the sandpit and changed the long jump coach to accompany Wang Ai: "Do you want to change shoes?"
"Let's try one dance first, and then change it if it doesn't work."
"That's okay, by the way, it's 8 meters."
"Mine or everyone's?"
"Just jump!"
Yes, Wang Ai didn’t ask anymore. They were forced by the situation to let him do it again. Last year, he jumped over 8.7 meters in the World Championships. He has been training without any injuries or illnesses this year. The coaches are better than Wang Ai.
What about confidence?
After a minute of simple activity, Wang Ai raised his hand to indicate that it was OK. Leaders, coaches, team members, reporters and various staff were scattered around the sand pit, ready to see the results immediately.
From the camera facing the runway, Wang Ai, who is wearing a white shirt and flowery pants, is very different from a traditional long jumper when he runs up. His upper body muscles are much more developed than those of long jumpers, and his legs are also thicker than those of long jumpers, which makes him look less powerful.
He's taller. So his running posture is also different. His upper body hardly swings from side to side, and he doesn't have that kind of "tension-relaxation-tension" rhythm. Instead, he's like a constantly accelerating locomotive, just waiting to take off.
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The obvious feeling of being stuck in the air was captured by everyone without Wang Ai making almost any movement, and then it was like a shot put that was thrown hard and hit the sand pit hard.
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With a sharp eye, he noticed that he had jumped 8.5 meters, but it was not far away. The coach tested it a little and it was 8.53 meters. This time, Wang Ai didn't wait for the leader to express his position, so he went back and did it again because he didn't feel very good.
In this second jump, he was more stretched in the air, the feeling of staying in the air was stronger, and his score also improved slightly, 8.69 meters.
"Is this the best result this year?" People looked at each other and asked each other.
"No, this is too amazing. Just a jump of over 8.5 meters. Our original record was less than 8.5 meters."
"Isn't it just us? Generally, those who participate in the Olympics can get ranked if they are over 8 meters tall, and those who are 8 meters 2 or 3 can win medals."
"After all, there is Bolt at 100 meters. I'm afraid no one can threaten him in the long jump."
Amid people's chatter, Wang Ai hurriedly took off his shorts and put on long pants, and of course his casual shoes. He asked Director Du, who made it clear: You can go back.
Wang Ai wanted to leave, but the reporters refused to let him go and blocked the road. They all knew he had a good temper.
"Wang Ai, what made you wear a pair of beach shorts for testing today?"
"Are you so confident that you don't care?"
"Are you unwilling to take the test?"
"Are you unhappy with the track and field center?"
A bunch of questions were thrown at Wang Ai's face. People in the track and field center didn't leave, including the leaders. They stood behind the reporters and watched the fun. Wang Ai rolled his eyes at them. Sure enough, it wasn't that his own children didn't feel bad about using it.
Someone from the Football Association has already stepped forward to maintain order.
"First of all, I forgot to check when I went out, so I took the wrong equipment. I didn't wear fancy pants on purpose!" Wang Ai raised his finger to emphasize.
"Secondly, this is a closed-door test, an internal test. I don't need to dress so formally. The key is to pass the test, not what to wear." Having said this, Wang Ai looked at the faces of the excited reporters in front of him with disdain:
"Speaking of which, have you made an appointment for the interview? Have I agreed? By blocking me like this, are you robbing me on the road or illegally restricting your personal freedom?"
Reporters don't care about Wang Ai's dirty talk. The more you say, the better. You can't ask the police to arrest us anyway.
When Wang Ai saw that the rhetoric had no effect, he was dissatisfied and said: "They are robbing the road to steal money, you are robbing the news, but the news is also money for you, so you are actually robbing the road."
"Is there a third party?" Seeing that Wang Ai stopped talking, someone asked.
"Yes!" Wang Ai frowned, but still thought for a while before saying: "Third, you are all regular journalists, you are all people's pens, you all bear the glorious responsibility of delivering news to the people, don't you
Should we care about how complete the training ground of the Track and Field Center is, how responsible the coaches of the Track and Field Center are, how dedicated the staff are, and how diligent the athletes are? How can you just pay attention to my pair of flowery pants? What is your responsibility? Your morality
Where? Where is your conscience? Where is your conduct?"
"Ah?!" Wang Ai puffed up his chest and was full of momentum.
The reporters were silent for a moment, a little confused by Wang Ai's spray. Then they realized, what we reported is none of your business? Who asked you to wear a pair of eye-catching big pants? Do you still blame us?
However, abdominal slander is abdominal slander, but no one dared to refute Wang Ai's great and upright words. Not only did he not refute, but he also secretly deleted the fragment of Wang Ai's words just now...
When Wang Ai returned to his home in Haidian and plunged into the swimming pool to enjoy the freedom of floating and sinking, the fast-talking media had already reported "Wang Ai's flowery pants", which caused people to sit in the swimming pool while holding their mobile phones.
Xu Qinglian was away from the summer heat and her crisp laughter kept echoing in the swimming pool, which also aroused Wang Ai's anger.
"no!"
"What's wrong? The children are not at home..."
The exhausting swimming finally ended, and Xu Qinglian walked into the main building while kicking Wang Ai.
"Should you run some activities tomorrow?" Xu Qinglian sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
"Ah, Anna was afraid that I would forget, so she sent all the forms to me on WeChat." When it came to work, Wang Ai seemed bored.
While the two were chatting, He Wei's voice came from the TV: "Wang Ai took the Rio Olympic qualification test at the track and field center training ground this morning..."
Wang Ai and Xu Qinglian instantly turned their attention to the TV. Wang Ai let out a long sigh: "It has to be a sports channel. You know how to cover it up for me."
Xu Qinglian nodded while watching. The lower body was not shown in the close shot. The lower body coincided with the subtitles in the long shot. The interview footage was not shown at all. It was treated as reporting good news to sports fans across the country.
After a moment, Xu Qinglian, who couldn't suppress her smile, handed the phone to Wang Ai. Wang Ai took a look and saw that the video was also posted on He Wei's Weibo...the original version!
This chapter has been completed!