Chapter Nine Hundred and Fifty-Eight Victory on the First Day

The third-best girl also knows that whether her team can qualify for the next round depends on her performance this time. After taking over the baton, she also ran forward desperately, but after all, her own foundation was too thin, and although she had worked hard, she was gradually thrown away by the players of No. 15 Middle School.

When Zhu Tingting received the last shot, she was already a few positions behind the No. 15 players.

Zhu Tingting didn't care about that at this time, she took a step and rushed forward with all her strength. As the fastest person in the team, she was already the team's last hope.

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Everyone in the No. 1 Middle School on the sidelines jumped up and shouted hysterically together... They certainly hoped that Zhu Tingting would be faster, after all, the opportunity was at hand.

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Zhu Tingting also felt a surge of power in her body. With the step of her footsteps, she strode forward... The explosive state of her body made her gradually become more and more distant from the players of No. 15 Middle School. close.

Seeing the hope, Zhu Tingting was full of strength. First, they gradually approached, and finally the two kept pace.

At this time, the girls in No. 15 Middle School also found that they were about to be surpassed, and it could be said that they also burst out with their full potential and the spirit of never giving up.

Both of them took out their last strength and crossed the finish line together... Because the two of them crossed the finish line almost at the same time, it was difficult to tell who came first.

The people from the two schools turned their heads together to look at the direction of the electronic scoreboard... In fact, although the level of this sports meeting is low, it is for equipment debugging for next year's provincial sports meeting. This also changed all the competition events this time to electronic timing. Otherwise, it would be difficult to say who wins and who loses, depending on the judge's judgment.

No. 1 Middle School, fifty seconds and sixteen.

Fifteenth Middle School, fifty seconds eighteen.

"Great!" Everyone in No. 1 Middle School almost cheered collectively when they saw this.

The four girls also ran together, shouting and shouting excitedly at the screen... A few girls in the fifteenth had a look of disappointment, defeating each other by two hundredths of a second, and it was more depressing than this. Yes, right now, whether they can still have a chance to enter the semi-finals depends on the sky.

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Duan Yong and Wang Zhaowei did not expect that the girls actually made it to the semi-finals. Of course, they were also overjoyed. In this way, in the first day of the competition, No. 1 Middle School delivered a good result, far exceeding the expectations of the two.

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The girls returned to the team with a smile on their faces and were welcomed as heroes. How to say that a team project entered the semi-finals made everyone excited.

After the girls came back, they all gathered around Zhang Yu almost immediately, and described their feeling of the game with excitement. In fact, in the eyes of these girls, Zhang Yu's massage should have played a role in their smooth qualifying. A decisive role, otherwise it would be impossible for the body to burst out with such great strength.

Zhang Yu, as their number one hero in qualifying, should of course express their gratitude, and at the same time express their collective money to buy delicious food for Zhang Yu.

The boys next to him also heard it at this time. No wonder the girls seemed to be beaten with blood. It turned out that there was such a little secret in it. There was a mage with the team hiding in the corner to help them improve their status. .

The boys knew about these things, and naturally they all expressed their dissatisfaction with Zhang Yu. Since you have this ability, why didn't they say it during the game just now?

Zhang Yu's complaints about the boys are a bit awkward... In fact, in his opinion, the overall conditions of the boys are a little worse than the girls. Even if his massage techniques can improve their physical potential, it does not mean that they will definitely be able to. Appear, otherwise the girls wouldn't be so tired.

But this kind of thing is not easy to explain! It's too straightforward to say, but it makes the boys lose face. In the end, I can only say that next time I must add status to a few people.

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After the four-by-one-hundred-meter project was over,

The next project, No. 1 Middle School, no one participated.

Duan Yong and Wang Zhaowei also organized the personnel and left the gym together, which was the end of the first day of the game.

All staff will rest in the evening, and will have a normal class tomorrow.

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The next morning, after the venue was adjusted, throwing items such as shot put, discus, and javelin (without hammer) were mainly carried out.

Zhang Yu's high jump and 1200-meter hurdles events were all arranged in the afternoon.

When Zhang Yu came to the gym in the afternoon, he realized that in the morning's skill event, all the school's players were eliminated, and none of them made it to the next round. His head was shaved together, and he was speechless.

Duan Yong and Wang Zhaolin were also very depressed, but there was nothing they could do. The strength of the team was just like that. Fortunately, they performed well on the first day. Otherwise, they would not have to continue watching this game.

Zhang Yu's competition in the afternoon was relatively high, and it was a relatively busy day... The only troublesome thing was that the 200-meter hurdles competition and the high jump competition had some conflicts in time, but according to Duan Yong, I wanted to see the high jump. The order of appearance of the project will be discussed later. It doesn't matter if you can compare it, or give up if you can't.

Zhang Yu didn't say anything! Things can only be said when the time comes. Because today is all about skills, there are fewer students from each school, and the gymnasium looks more empty than it was yesterday.

In the afternoon, the men's 110-meter hurdles preliminaries started first.

As a skill project, hurdling was only registered by Zhang Yu in No. 1 Middle School. However, there were not many applicants from other schools. There were only three competitions in total, and Zhang Yu was assigned to the second competition.

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"Zhang Yu! Be sure to pay attention to the rhythm! You are relatively tall, and there is no problem with attacking the hurdles, but I am afraid that the rhythm will be disordered, and it will be difficult to adjust the rhythm. Before you start, you must try the hurdles and keep the distance between your steps. Look carefully, don't make mistakes." As Zhang Yu's hurdle coach, Duan Yong can be said to be most concerned about Zhang Yu's hurdle competition, and of course hope that he can successfully enter the final.

"I see!" Zhang Yu nodded and began to take off his sportswear jacket.

Duan Yong stood on the side and instructed some small details, followed by patted Zhang Yu on the shoulder, and let him get ready to play.

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As soon as Zhang Yu came on the court, many athletes on the court gave him a conditioned reflex, because he broke the provincial record for the senior long jump yesterday, almost everyone on the court knew about it.

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"See! That kid broke the provincial long jump record yesterday!"

"He's so tall! He's not half a point worse than the senior players. No wonder he broke the provincial record."

"It can be seen that between us and the champion! There is a height difference."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

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