“emmm…”
Hearing Teacher Zhao say this, Chen Mo's expression changed a little. He thought of the conversation he heard when passing by the toilet before and looked at Teacher Zhao, and then looked at the people who looked like reporters on the playground. He frowned and asked: What are these reporters here for?
Teacher Zhao: "Hey...of course I'm here to see you."
Chen Mo: "Tell the truth!"
Teacher Zhao was helpless: "They all heard that the track and field Wang Cheng Long and Wang Hu of the Municipal Sports School were going to be selected for the provincial team, so they came to follow the interview to set up the camera here because they heard that you will compete with them later."
"oh…!"
Chen Mo frowned, remembered the two guys who wanted to swear, and nodded indifferently: "Okay! That's it! I'll go run! As for joining the provincial team, let's forget it, I'm not interested in that."
"Okay!" Teacher Zhao nodded wildly as long as Chen Mo was willing to go up and run once, it proved that Zhao Saner did not commit fraud. This saved his life. As for whether Chen Mo would enter the provincial team in the end? What does it have to do with him? That is what the wastes of the Municipal Sports Bureau should care about!
Things were easier to handle afterwards. After Chen Mo agreed to go on the field to run, Teacher Zhao quickly notified the staff of the Sports Bureau. "Brother Long" immediately came over.
The "Brother Zheng" and the "Old Song" also stood next to the runway of the playground. The reporter who came to interview also pointed the camera at Chen Mo and Cheng Long.
In Chen Mo's eyes, their names are [Gymnastics Old King], [Sports School Big Chicken Bo] and [Moliu Reporter].
The preparation time for Chen Mo was very short, because [Sports Fighting Cock] had already done warm-up exercises in advance. Twenty seconds later, Chen Mo and [Sports Fighting Cock] squatted on the runway of the playground together. On the side, [Sports Teacher] and the [Sports School Big Chicken Master] were chattering with them over and over again: "The length of the runway in this playground is 100 meters, and 800 meters is 8 laps. After running, change to another track and continue running. Do you understand?"
"I understand *2"
“bang!”
With the sound of the starting gun, the boy "Cheng Long" rushed out like a wild dog that had been removed from his reins. Behind him, Chen Mo followed him tightly without giving in the slightest.
In the end, the two people collided almost at the same time and rushed past the key point.
At the same time, the timer next to it also made a buzzing sound of "buzz...", and their 800-meter running time was over, "Cheng Long": 1 minute and 51 seconds!
Chen Mo: 1 minute 51 seconds 01!
As soon as the result came out, an invisible wave swept across. In Chen Mo's eyes, the length of the blood strips on the heads of the reporters in the playground and outside the playground fell in vain and was shorter.
Of course, the one who suffered the biggest blow was the [Sports School Big Chicken Bo]. The blood strips on his head were almost one-third less than the length.
Then there was the blood strip on the head of the "Brother Long" beside Chen Mo. -1,000 floated out of his head, and the blood strip decreased by about one-fifth.
"Tsk! That's not bad! Boy! I have some strength, no wonder I dare to cheat and compete with me for the provincial team quota with Cheng Long.
However, this strength is still a little worse than mine! Although it is only a little bit short, not much, only 0.1 second."
Seeing the final result appear, Cheng Longzhi looked at Chen Mo proudly, with a sneer on his lips: "However, it's a pity that the world of sports is very cruel! Even if it's only 0.1 second, it means the difference between me and your talent. You will always be suppressed by me! Forever! You trash!"
After saying that, Cheng Long planned to raise his hand to slap Chen Mo's face to show his contempt: "You must remember that the rules of competitive sports are like this. I am better than you, I am your father! Come on, good son, call dad and listen."
“…”
Chen Mo raised his head and let go of the guy's dirty hands that patted his cheeks, and looked at him with a frown: "Sports, whoever is better is his father? Is this really the case?"
"Of course!"
Cheng Long smiled and looked at the people who were calling his name on the sidelines: "Look, everyone will only remember the champion, and they will only cheer for the champion. You little trash, please call me Dad obediently! Maybe Dad can also help you and give you the women I have played with."
"Are you so sure I will always be inferior to you?"
Facing Cheng Long's arrogance, Chen Mo frowned and asked this question lightly.
"Of course!"
Cheng Long smiled: "In the world of sports, talent is the most important thing! Even if it is just a slight difference, it is the difference between heaven and hell! You are 0.1 second worse than me, which means that your talent is a little worse than me. In addition, I can get more professional training, and our gap will become bigger and bigger in the future. You can only look up at me in hell! Little trash!" As he said that, his hand slapped Chen Mo's face frivolously again. Chen Mo raised his head and avoided it again, asking back: "What if I surpass you?"
"Impossible!" Cheng Long said firmly: "Why can you surpass me? My talent is stronger than you, and my training is more regular! How can you surpass me? Our gap will only get bigger and bigger! Don't think about it, little trash!"
"I just asked, what if I surpass you?"
Chen Mo didn't even look at his hideous face, and he still repeated the question: "What if I surpass you?"
Cheng Long replied disdainfully, "Hmph! If you surpass me, I will kneel down and kowtow to you and call you dad!"
"Okay!" Chen Mo frowned slightly when he heard him say this, and said, "I'll challenge you, let's compete again. If I lose again this time, I will kneel down and kowtow to you and call you dad. How about it?"
"My! No interest!"
Cheng Long didn't look at Chen Mo at all: "No, you should have knelt down and kowtowed to me, why should I continue to compete with you?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Are you scared?" Chen Mo looked at this guy and was unmoved to see the expression on his face: "If you win, I will give you 50,000 yuan!"
"Fifty thousand yuan?"
Cheng Long was very disdainful of Chen Mo's aggressiveness, but when he heard that it was 50,000 yuan, he immediately became interested: "Okay! For the sake of money, I will compete with you! Go and notify Coach Zheng and the others! Since you are willing to give me money, I will be happy to accept it!"
hehe…
Chen Mo looked at him with a sneer, too lazy to talk nonsense to him, turned around and came to the side of Coach Zheng and the others who were watching, raising their hands: "Coach Zheng, and Teacher Song, Teacher Zhao! I and Player Cheng Long want to compete again! We both feel that we didn't perform at the best just now! Can we give us a chance to compete again?"
"Oh?! Compare again?"
[King of Gymnastics] Looking at Chen Mo, then looking at the others, nodding indifferently: "Okay! Since you are willing, it's better to compete again. However, the candidate for the provincial team competition has been decided now. Cheng Long, and you will not change it any longer. Do you understand?"
"clear!"
Chen Mo originally didn't care about the quota of the provincial team, so he nodded casually, but [Physical Education Teacher] Teacher Zhao looked anxious: "Brother Zheng, I think the candidates who go to the provincial team can actually consider it again! You see, Chen Mo is only 17 this year, and he has not received formal training before to meet the national athlete's standards. If he has been formally trained for several years, his grades will definitely be better than Cheng Long!"
But, when he said this, the [Sports School Big Chicken Master] was not happy: "What did you say about Zhao Laosan? In the competition just now, Cheng Long was obviously faster than your student. You won't know what these 0.1 seconds mean, right?! Don't talk about the future, Brother Zheng will retire in a few years! Now our municipal bureau wants results! Do you understand? Results! Real results! Want to squeeze out our Cheng Long? Yes! Just run better results than him!"
Teacher Zhao was speechless: "emmm..." He could only look at Chen Mo: "Chen Mo, come on! I'll leave it to you!"
"uh-huh…!"
Chapter completed!