"Professor Wei, why don't you dance too?" A group of young people teased the old professor.
"Me?" Wei Tianlang pointed to his nose and blushed, "Do you think I can be that special case?"
It's better to ask the Cao family what kind of fairy rice they have eaten, and how can people in their forties crush young people and become champions.
While he was talking, the champion player appeared. Zhai Yunsheng, wearing a blue professional sportswear, had a standard and slender figure. It looked like he was born to play high jump.
"You -" Wei Tianlang put his hand on classmate Dai Nanhui's shoulder, "Do it well, don't say you can't do it for more than 40."
Dai Nanhui's face turned pale, and the thoughts in his mind were spinning wildly: Why did he sign up for this project? If he lost, he would be humiliating himself. What's more, who did he call to watch his competition?
The referee hissed and whistled.
The most common high jump is the leaping style, which is the beginner's jumping method taught by our physical education teachers in school as elementary and middle school students: jump up on one leg, cross the pole with one leg and then cross the pole with the other leg.
Athletes in professional competitions widely use the beautiful back-crossing style, which can maximize the advantage of raising the body's center of gravity.
If laymen don't understand, they can basically judge the level of this player just by looking at whether the player is using the leaping or back-crossing style.
At a height of 1.6 meters, it is very difficult to leap over.
If the referee wants to shorten the game time and raise the take-off height, the effect will be immediate.
After one round, it looks like we will eliminate most of the contestants and enter the finals.
Dai Nanhui was drawn to the last place, with Uncle Zhai in front of him.
Dang, Dang, Dang, five or six players in front of Uncle Zhai dropped their shots one after another, and each of them knocked the side pole crooked.
The referee called a stop and paused the game to re-evaluate the height of the pole.
This pause made Dai Nanhui's palms sweat, he was really nervous.
The voice of "get out of the way, get out of the way" came from the crowd of onlookers, which sounded quite familiar.
Dai Nanhui turned around and saw the face appearing in the crowd.
Seeing brother Nan Hui standing on the field, Li Yaxi felt a little excited that was hard to suppress.
For some reason, Dai Nanhui's heart fell to the ground the moment he saw her appear.
Maybe he was more afraid of her not coming than whether he would win or lose.
In the stadium, people in the capital burst into applause.
Uncle Zhai, who started in front of him, easily crossed a height of 1.6 meters. His high-flying posture gave the audience a taste of what it means to be a king in his forties.
Classmate Xie Wanying judged with a three-dimensional vision: "The highest point of the body's waist was 2.35, and the lowest point of the hips was 2.23, which is 0.2 higher than the second place."
0.2 is equivalent to 20 centimeters. Since each round of the high jump is adjusted to a distance of 2 to 5 centimeters, Uncle Zhai beat the second place by more than four rounds, showing the legendary intimidation of his superior skills.
The people next to her squinted their eyes when they heard her speak: "Classmate Xie, your eyes are more terrifying than a king's, and you have understood the limits of a king's."
It was his turn. Dai Nanhui was sweating even more.
At a critical moment, there was a loud squeaking sound in the venue. New batteries were installed, and the loudspeaker volume became even louder. The speaker roared, causing everyone's eardrums to buzz.
"Come on, classmate Dai Nanhui!"
This voice, not to mention how it sounded to the athletes, made Tao Zhijie's whole body goosebumps. When he turned around and saw who the person holding the loudspeaker was, his eyes quickly shrank into needles.
