The square of Beijing Stadium was crowded with people, gongs and drums were beating loudly, and firecrackers were blasting.
In the square, people can clearly identify which ones are the cheering crowd and which ones are the players participating in the competition.
In this era, there were no professional sportswear. Running more than 10,000 meters wearing a heavy cotton jacket was a fatal thing.
The contestants all wore thin autumn clothes and long trousers, with a cotton-padded jacket thrown over them.
He looks very energetic.
Buffett shivered and said in a trembling voice: "Captain, when will the game start? I feel like I'm freezing."
"Hurry, the leaders are coming soon."
Li Donglai raised his wrist to look at the time, then looked up at Buffett: "Others know how to wear a thick cotton-padded jacket outside, why are you so practical?"
Buffett was wearing a set of bright red autumn clothes and long trousers, which looked particularly charming in the cold wind.
"I originally thought we could participate in the competition right away when we got here, but who knew it would take so long."
Buffett was on the verge of tears. They had been here at six o'clock in the morning, and now it was nearly eight-thirty.
God knows how he spent these two and a half hours.
Li Donglai rubbed his eyebrows. It was his fault for not explaining it clearly to Buffett.
"Well, Silly Zhu, please lend me your cotton-padded jacket for a while."
"Brother Donglai, I'm cold too, why don't you borrow it?" Silly Zhu was a little reluctant and folded up his cotton-padded jacket.
"Ahem, you have practiced before. Can people who practice martial arts be afraid of the cold?"
"Hey, what you said makes sense."
Silly Zhu became angry when he heard this, took off his cotton-padded jacket, put it on Buffett, and performed a set of boxing techniques in the cold wind.
"We martial arts practitioners pay attention to practicing three volts in the summer and three nine in the winter!"
"Cold can't be a problem for us."
That expression, that touch, that tone of voice are so eloquent.
Li Donglai also gave a thumbs up at the right time.
A few people were chatting, and several young people wearing gray sportswear came from a distance.
Sportswear already exists in this era?
Li Donglai rubbed his eyes, and after seeing clearly, he couldn't help but smack his tongue.
The sportswear worn by those young people was actually made of light gray woolen fabric, with a strange logo embroidered on the chest.
Like a broom
Those young people seemed to recognize Li Donglai and walked straight over.
The one who took the lead stretched out his hand: "Are you Comrade Li Donglai from the steel rolling mill? We are from the long-distance running team of Beijing Institute of Physical Education. My name is Su Mingzhe."
"Hello, classmate Su Mingzhe."
Li Donglai couldn't figure out the purpose of the other party's visit, but he still stretched out his hand to shake his hand.
Su Mingzhe looked Li Donglai up and down. He was young. This man was really too young.
"I was the champion of the last race around the city, with a time of 46 minutes, 35 seconds and 6 seconds. This time, I am confident that I can advance the time to within 46 minutes."
"Congratulations then."
"I heard that you built a wind speed array that can significantly reduce wind resistance. Is it true?"
"It's still under experiment. If you're interested, we can have a chat after the competition is over."
"That's a good relationship. After this long-distance race is over, we have to go to the Soviet Union to participate in a sports meeting."
"It's very windy over there."
"Yes, so"
After some small talk, Li Donglai finally figured out the purpose of the other party's visit.
Su Mingzhe and the others will go to the Big Brother house to participate in a friendly competition in a month.
The winter at Big Brother's home is much colder than in Beijing, and there are often strong winds, which is very detrimental to domestic contestants.
Moreover, this friendly match is of great significance.
Su Mingzhe and the others learned somewhere that Li Donglai had created a wind-breaking formation, which could minimize wind resistance.
So he came to ask for advice with a dubious attitude.
Seeing the friendly attitude of several people, Li Donglai was greatly annoyed.
According to the plot development of ordinary novels, you should talk nonsense now, and then I can slap you in the face in the competition.
You look like you’re asking for advice humbly. What’s going on?
When Su Mingzhe saw Li Donglai's expression was different, he thought his attitude was too bad.
The broken wind formation that was obtained was only incomplete. Even so, Su Mingzhe studied it for most of the day and could not figure out the reason. He just felt that this thing was very technical.
So, through connections, I invited a physics professor from Tsinghua University next door.
After staying in the office for two days, the professor said something: "There are too many parameters in this wind-breaking formation. They must be adjusted according to the real-time wind speed. Otherwise, not only will it not work, but it will hinder the players."
Not to mention that what you got is still incomplete, even if it is complete, without the guidance of professionals, it will not be possible to make it at all."
After hearing this, Su Mingzhe realized that he had made an empiricist error.
No matter how simple the new technology developed by a Nobel Prize winner is, it is not something they can understand.
Su Mingzhe rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly: "Comrade Li Donglai, don't worry, we won't help you with the wind-breaking formation in vain. If your wind-breaking formation does play a key role in our future competitions,
If it works, we will put your name on the long-distance running team."
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Good guy, I won’t slap you in the face when I make up the order, but I will give you benefits.
His name entered the sports team, which means that Li Donglai has a share of the honors won by the long-distance running team.
Under this situation, Li Donglai could only give up the idea of slapping him in the face and smiled: "The Po Feng formation is actually very simple. After the game is over, you can come to our steel rolling mill and I will explain it to you in detail."
"That couldn't be better."
Su Mingzhe breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave. He saw Silly Zhu shaking beside him and scratched his head in confusion: "Comrade Li Donglai, that team member of yours seems to have a weak brain."
"No, I don't know him." Li Donglai turned his back.
Silly Zhu wants to cry but has no tears.
He overestimated the physical fitness of martial arts practitioners.
After two sets of boxing, my body did feel a little warmer.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But as a gust of cold wind came, it became cold again.
After two more sets of boxing, it was warm again.
The wind is coming again.
Boxing again.
The wind comes again.
Boxing.
The wind is coming.
beat.
wind.
beat.
wind.
Can't hit anymore
Wind wind wind.
Silly Zhu was now panting from exhaustion, but his whole body was as cold as ice.
Just when he was hesitating whether to ask Buffett to get his cotton-padded clothes back.
There was a burst of firecrackers in the distance, and several middle-aged people in Chinese tunic suits walked onto the podium.
After a long speech, the Chinese tunic loudly announced:
"Welcome everyone to participate in the Beijing Spring Festival race around the city. Now I declare that the race has officially begun."
With a gunshot.
More than three thousand contestants rushed onto the streets like migrating fish.
The streets had been cleared long ago, and people stood on both sides to cheer.
Li Donglai also saw the TV camera on the sidelines.
But, I don’t know if it’s a live broadcast or a rebroadcast.
The players passed by one by one.
Under the leadership of Li Donglai, the long-distance running team in the laboratory did not take the lead, but maintained an even speed.
The speed was not very fast, and they soon fell into the middle of the group.
Su Mingzhe ran past with the members of the long-distance running team and looked at Li Donglai in surprise.
Although long-distance running requires saving energy, falling in the middle position is really too much.
Is he planning to rely on that wind-breaking formation to win?
This is a bit ridiculous.
The cape formation may help players increase speed, but it cannot play a decisive role in a game.
The key to determining the outcome of a game is the physical fitness of the athletes themselves.
Thinking of this, Su Mingzhe felt a little more relaxed and his steps became cheerful.
Before the competition, he once regarded the steel rolling mill laboratory long-distance running team led by Li Donglai as his opponent.
Now it seems that they are just like the runners next to them, just making up the numbers.
Li Donglai didn't seem to be aware of his predicament and still maintained his own pace.
The researchers formed a strange formation next to him and kept the same rhythm as him.
But Shazhu became happy.
With a cry of "Ouch", he jumped up from behind and sprinted forward.
"The championship is mine."
Silly Zhu's charge didn't matter, many athletes behind him were disrupted by his rhythm, and the team suddenly became confused.
Su Mingzhe, who had been staying in front, heard the rapid footsteps coming from behind, calculated the distance, and made a gesture.
The athletes from Jingcheng Sports University stepped aside one after another, allowing the athletes who had received chicken blood to rush forward.
Looking at the silly big guy taking the lead, Su Mingzhe gave him a thumbs up in his heart.
With this guy's help, a lot of people will be eliminated in this wave.
Sure enough, after only four or five hundred meters, the athletes who had just been injected with blood began to gasp for breath.
Silly Zhu was no exception. He began to gasp for air and his steps became heavy.
The athletes led by Su Mingzhe passed by them with ease.
At this time, the long-distance running team has been divided into two parts.
The leader is a legion composed mainly of professional athletes.
They walked vigorously, looked confident, and looked like they would not give up until they won the championship.
Most of the people behind were mass athletes, and they seemed to have given up at this time.
Their steps were weak, they were panting heavily, and some even started to walk slowly.
Although the competition does not stipulate that you must reach the finish line, anyone who dares to give up halfway will definitely be criticized by the unit.
These are all expected by the onlookers, after all, the situation is similar every year.
What they didn't understand was that there was a small group between the two legions.
The small group consists of four athletes, three in the front, like arrows, and the one in the middle has a tough appearance and can be regarded as the most handsome athlete in the capital.
This small group took no time and stayed close to the rear of the First Army Corps. Even when the First Army Corps increased its speed, it was unable to get rid of them.
It can be seen from the colorful autumn clothes and autumn trousers they wear that they are not professional athletes, but ordinary people.
Now, the crowd of onlookers was excited!
"Come on, that guy in blue long johns, come on!"
"Foreigner, run faster!"
"Hey, hey, you guy with a hole in your long johns, don't pull back."
Professor Liu Yang subconsciously wanted to cover his butt, and his steps suddenly became chaotic.
Thinking of Li Donglai's training, he quickly adjusted his rhythm and finally did not cause a big disaster.
The reporter who was interviewing on the street was also stunned by this special team and ordered the photography club to quickly focus the camera on Li Donglai and the others.
"This is a TV station, this is a TV station, hello everyone in front of the TV, we are now at the scene of the annual Beijing Spring Festival race around the city."
"As you can see, the first team now is the last championship team, who are from the Beijing Institute of Physical Education."
"It is reported that they will go abroad to participate in an important competition in the near future."
"Let us wish them good results here."
"What is closely following Qiu Hou is a team from the private sector. The four of them form a whole, with a steady pace and seem to still have some energy left."
"The result of this competition may be in suspense."
Before the reporter finished speaking, he heard the exclamations from the audience around him.
"Look, look, those people are speeding up!"
Without waiting for the reporter's instructions, the photographer focused the camera on Li Donglai and the others.
No matter what era we are in, people love counterattackers.
Under Li Donglai's command, the acceleration progressed slowly but also smoothly.
When Su Mingzhe heard the footsteps, there was less than thirty meters between them.
Su Mingzhe kept his rhythm, frowned, hesitated, and then made a gesture.
When the team members following him saw the gesture, they instantly changed from a straight line to a fan-shaped queue.
If the pursuer behind wants to overtake him, he must either slip through the gap between the two, which will inevitably affect his running action and even destroy his rhythm.
Or go around from the outside, in which case the distance will be about ten meters longer than the original.
Ten meters is nothing in a race of more than 10,000 meters, but it can affect people's confidence at critical moments.
The process of running itself is a process of fighting against oneself by relying on one's own willpower.
If you lose your self-confidence, there is no hope of transcendence.
Generally speaking, Su Mingzhe disdains using this method to deal with other players.
However, there is still less than three thousand meters to go before we reach the finish line. A distance of thirty meters is a bit unsafe.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the team members had formed their formation according to their own arrangements. Su Mingzhe also felt relieved and began to prepare for the final sprint.
As the last champion, he not only wants to win this competition, but also breaks the previous record.
Steady steps fell to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.
Su Mingzhe launched an attack on his second championship.
at this time.
Rub rub rub rub.
Four figures flashed past him, and by the time Su Mingzhe reacted, only their backs could be seen.
However, from a hole in his butt, he could tell that the four people in front were members of the long-distance running team of the steel rolling mill.
When did they rush up?
No, impossible!
Su Mingzhe didn't have time to think and suddenly accelerated.
The championship is his and no one can take it away.
