"Yingying will be fine." Zhang Desheng and the other four people in the dormitory analyzed and asked the experienced classmate Pan, "Shihua, what do you think?"
Pan Shihua made an estimate in his mind and said: "Yingying may have run a little more than two minutes."
"What will happen if it's a little more than two points? Are they afraid that Yingying will break their historical record and dare not broadcast it?" Zhang Desheng and the others suspected that the people in the capital city could not afford to lose, lest someone on the other side was trying to be petty.
People in the capital were naturally disdainful when they heard this.
You must know that the players in their school, whether they are runner-up, third runner-up or at the bottom, all want to know the gap between themselves and the champions.
Only results can prove whether the players have tried their best in the competition. It doesn't matter whether they win or not, but whether they fought hard is more important. If the champion is a talented person, it can help the players relieve stress.
Zhizhi, the sound of radio current came out.
The noisy scene immediately fell into silence, and the crows flying past could be heard in the sky.
The anchor's voice slowly came out from the loudspeaker: "Now we will announce the results of the women's 800m preliminaries and finals."
The whole audience pricked up their ears.
"First place, Xie Wanying from Capital Children's Hospital Faculty and Staff Team, two minutes and two seconds." The anchor stopped reading the last words because it was too embarrassing for their country.
After waiting for a while, there was nothing else. Zhao Zhaowei, Feng Yicong and the others were so anxious that they shouted on the spot: "How do these results compare to the history of their school? Why don't you tell me? Isn't it difficult to tell?"
You definitely can’t cover it up if you want to. There were many teachers and students involved in sports at the scene, and they all knew what this score meant.
"A win-win situation!" The quiet classmate Pan's facial expression broke through the window, and he shouted excitedly, transforming from a vase into a gorilla.
"What is a win-win situation?" All the boys in the class gathered around him and asked.
It sounds weird, what did the women's 800-meter champion win?
"The men's 800-meter results of national second-level athletes are almost like this." Pan Shihua explained.
A group of boys: Uh?
Li Qian and the other poor sports students wailed in their hearts: Mr. Xie once again surpassed the men's performance, what should they do about the pressure of sports?
Not surprisingly, Lin Hao grabbed them and hammered them again: "I'm warning you, don't embarrass Yingying again."
Zhang Desheng, Zhao Zhaowei and Li Qi'an looked at each other: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the people in the capital should be worried first now.
Why didn’t Guodu’s anchor read it? Obviously this result had a huge impact on Guodu.
Even the people in Guodu couldn’t keep the secret. The second and third runners-up in the competition rushed to certify themselves as the champions of the National Federation: “Our school’s best time for the men’s 800 meters is two minutes and eight seconds.”
Now the people of the capital will be embarrassed if they do it for real.
"Where are the boys? Give us the game in the afternoon!" The girls from the capital shouted, don't let the boys be defeated by the girls from the National Association.
Having said that, the female athletes who competed with Xie all thanked Qi Xie. The runner-up national second-level athlete said: "I was driven by her and ran the best time in my personal history, two minutes and thirteen seconds. This
The results are close to those of men. Before, I wouldn’t have dared to think about it. I have to thank her.”
Well, classmate Xie deserves to be the king of rolls. He can fly with others wherever he rolls, and he can fly with the girls of the capital wherever he rolls.
After receiving the good news of the breakthrough, Teacher Lu hurriedly jumped down the steps to find his new favorite.
"Mom, please slow down." Zhang Huayao, the youngest son, personally supported the old mother and warned her.
