Today's game proved that playing is not a good thing.
"It doesn't matter, there is a second jump and a third jump." Classmate Geng Yongzhe interjected.
What is most needed now is unity to deal with foreign enemies.
"Shang Quan, concentrate, you can do it." Two classmates patted Wei on the shoulder.
The second jump competition begins.
People in the capital did not dare to take it lightly, fearing that Mr. Wei might accidentally miss him, so they continued to keep a close eye on Mr. Wei.
The students in Class 8 of the National Association became uneasy and swallowed their saliva.
It’s Student Wei’s turn for the second jump.
This time, Mr. Wei was serious. The calf muscles exposed in his shorts contracted visibly, as if the engine was waiting to be started. The result was not surprising. He forgot and committed the problem of overexertion. One of the techniques of standing long jump is that if the calf is too hard, it will cause the problem.
Easy to fall.
After jumping out, his legs could not stand firmly. Wei took a big step back and almost stepped back to the starting line with one foot.
The audience area in the capital burst into applause: "Well done!"
Finally, the National Association was able to send out a bad student to make their capital lose face.
Wei Shangquan's face was not only blue, but also white.
"Can you do it?" This time, the classmates in the class didn't urge him. They were only worried about what would happen to his body. His second jump result set a new limit for classmate Li Qi'an, which was so frightening.
"If you feel you are not feeling well, stop jumping." Li Qian took the initiative to reach out and pull him down.
"Let go." Wei Shangquan shook off Classmate Li, thinking in his heart that he had to go back and continue the game.
The counselor is back at the critical moment.
Boom, boom, boom, Ren Chongda ran back to the student playing field after finishing his errands, and asked class monitor Yue: "How is the situation?"
Student Wei’s results in the first two jumps were last, and Yue Wentong had difficulty explaining the reason to the counselor.
The squad leader couldn't understand, so Ren Chongda had to observe by himself.
Other teachers, brothers, and seniors from the National Association rushed to the arena one after another to cheer up their own players.
In the standing long jump, the competition is based on the best results among the three jumps, and the outcome is not known until the last moment.
He Xiangyu picked up the loudspeaker, turned it on and found that there was no battery. The battery stock in her schoolbag had been exhausted in the morning: Oops.
The loudspeaker finally went silent. Apart from the people in the capital who were happy, there was probably only one other person who was happy.
There was no cheering at the moment, probably because the students from the Chinese National Association unanimously did not want to put pressure on Mr. Wei.
Just because others don't put pressure on you doesn't mean that players don't put pressure on themselves.
Classmate Wei has always been joking and joking, but now his handsome face shows a serious attitude, making him seem like a different person.
Squat down slowly with both legs.
Student Wei raised his arms to cut through the air and closed his mouth tightly, as if he was holding back a big move.
Li Qian put his hands on his chest and prayed for classmate Wei.
Catching a glimpse of classmate Li Qian's movements from the corner of his eye, classmate Wei Shangquan was angered, his face was like a volcano erupting, and his legs jumped out.
Everyone said "Wow": the opponent's jump was very high and very far.
"There is hope." This time there was no need for sports experts like Chang Jiawei to speak out. Wei Tianlang and other non-sports medicine department people could see the signs and shouted excitedly with their fists in their hands.
The key is to settle down.
The first two times Student Wei failed were all because he failed to stand firm and fell short.
People in the capital were so anxious that they yelled at the contestants: "Pour it, pour it, pour it!"
These bastards.
The cheerleaders of the National Association reacted like lightning and scolded the other side: "You guys are so bad!"
Today the fate of the capital is bad or bad when it comes to their National Association.