Micheli decided to humiliate these Southern Star Airlines players. The proud look on his face was undisguised, "Oh, a sick man is a sick man."
"I can't even throw it 20 meters."
"Really, what's the point of braving such heavy rain? Just go home."
However, no one paid attention to him.
Soon it was Fu Hang's turn. He was the last player to throw the shot put in the competition.
Almost all the h Empire audience in the venue were silently cheering for Fu Hang.
Micheli's arrogant face was clearly visible to everyone.
Jian Qiqi was a little worried and whispered to Ruan Su, "Boss, can he do it?"
Ruan Su smiled and said, "I believe him."
Rather than believing in him, it is better to say that I believe in Bo Xingzhi! I believe in his ability to cultivate his subordinates!
At this time, Fu Hang walked over and grabbed the five kilogram shot put with one hand, then stood one meter away from the throwing line, held the ball behind him, and suddenly started to run faster!
As he yelled, the shot put was thrown violently, a perfect parabola!
The shot put fell heavily to the ground, creating a big splash in the water. The splash flew to the grass blades on one side. This distance...
It seems to be further than what Micheli just threw?!
Micheli felt the opponent's strong explosive power the moment Fu Hang threw it, because he knew that with such explosive power, he would definitely throw very far!
At this moment, the staff shouted loudly, "219 meters!"
Upon hearing this number, everyone present was excited.
There was warm applause mixed with bursts of cheers in the venue.
Micheli's eyes widened in disbelief, and the expression on his face almost froze. He glared at Fu Hang fiercely, "You are lucky this time! You may not be so lucky next time!"
Fu Hang was neither complacent nor proud, and he did not take Micheli's provocation and cruel words seriously, "I accept."
Micheli comforted himself that it didn't matter, there were other projects. As long as the total score was high, he believed that China Southern Airlines' total score would not be as good as theirs!
The heavy rain was pouring down, and their clothes were sticky and stuck to their bodies, making them very uncomfortable.
However, the next competition event is not just as simple and crude as throwing a shot put, but running 800 meters with a load of 20 kilograms.
Whoever runs faster is the winner.
Carrying twenty kilograms is not a small amount.
They usually also train for this project, with the purpose of improving leg strength, endurance and explosive power.
Normally I wouldn't be afraid of it, but on this rainy day, it was still raining so heavily. If the rainwater gets wet on the weight-bearing backpack, it will no longer weigh 20 kilograms, and it will invisibly increase the weight after getting wet.
Place
I thought the running game had added a certain degree of difficulty.
Soon the players were in their respective positions, carrying their heavy backpacks, gritted their teeth and began to squat on the starting line. The veins on their foreheads popped out one by one, and they were full of energy. With the referee's gunshot, they immediately seemed to be leaving.
He ran out like a string of arrows.
Eight hundred meters doesn't sound very far, but it's not that far when you carry twenty kilograms, especially when it rains heavily and the rain hits your face.
There was also the resistance of the wind, so even though they tried harder, they didn't run as fast as they imagined.
"A bunch of trash, with your caliber, you still come to participate in the competition!" Lichel said with a sneer, "It's better to go home and lie down early, so as not to embarrass yourself here."
He has a strong body and slender legs. Europeans and Americans are naturally big and can run fast. Even if he carries a weight of 20 kilograms, he is still among the best.
Hearing his words, a Southern Star Airlines pilot shouted loudly, "I'm not a waste!" He roared out and rushed forward.
When he rushed like this, the others also rushed forward with all their strength.
I don't know whether it was sweat or rain, but it kept rolling down their faces.
Above the head, the heavy dark clouds became lower and lower.
Wind blows.
The blowing made the leaves and grass near the site make a constant "rustling..." sound.
"Cracking" lightning flashed across the low black clouds, as if tearing the sky apart, giving the already dark earth a moment of light.
"Boom, boom..." The dull thunder roared, dull, heavy, and low, as if it was the roar of Thunder Lord lying on the treetops.
The wind was very strong and it blew on my face, causing pain.
Some small trees, which are only as thick as the mouth of a bowl, have been blown into enchanting postures with their waists reaching ninety degrees.
The surrounding leaves also made a constant "crackling" sound as large raindrops fell on them.
Fu Hang and the others rushed forward like crazy.
"Brothers, isn't it just eight hundred meters?"
He let out a roar!
Then he threw away his two slender legs and started to speed up.
One! Two!
Finally! He surpassed many players!
The end is ahead!
And his greatest love, Micheli, is about to reach the finish line.
At this moment, Fu Hang suddenly jumped and fell across the finish line with a thud! Big water splashed all over his body!
And then came Micheli
!
There is only one second between them!
There was silence in the venue, everyone looked at this scene in shock!
It wasn't until the referee announced that the winner of the 800-meter weight-bearing race was Fu Hang that everyone woke up from a dream.
A burst of warm applause immediately broke out in the venue.
"sky!"
"so amazing!"
"How could it be so great?"
Borel sat on the judges' bench, staring at the picture displayed on the big screen with an ugly expression.
He said coldly, "I protest. He finally made it to the finish line, not by running, but by jumping over! This is a violation! This does not comply with the rules of the competition."
However, the referee just looked at him lightly and said, "I'm sorry, Judge Borel, although you are a judge, you don't seem to know? Whoever comes first and who wins last wins the rules of the competition."
Micheli was hit hard.
He glared at Fu Hang angrily, "You are so shameless!"
"You have no sportsmanship at all!"
"You are cheating."
Several of his companions also started to spell the voyage with words.
Fu Hang got up from the ground. He was soaked all over, and his hair was wet and stuck to his head. He chuckled, "A loser will always find countless excuses for his failure, and he will also be full of energy to curse his opponents.
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These words were a slap in the face to them.
The beating made me sore.
Micheli was so angry that he wanted to smash Fu Hang's calm face with his fist.
"Don't be so proud, we will definitely win the next project!" Micheli shouted angrily.
The look on his face combined with his huge body made him look like an angry chimpanzee.
Fu Hang still looked at him calmly, "We'll see."
To be continued...