Chang Jiawei and a group of sports medicine seniors gave her pre-race guidance: "One of the skills in middle- and long-distance running is to identify the right time to overtake."
If you watch the race carefully, you will find that the middle-distance race is different from the sprint race. It is a non-parallel mixed track. The close distance makes it easy for the runners to touch each other and influence each other. Some runners have good individual running results, but they are easy to fall behind when running with multiple people. Because of this
.The winning player will get excellent points in the surpassing category.
"Yingying, this is your strength." Pan Shihua, a classmate with competition experience, pointed out the direction for her.
Combining the words of her seniors and classmates, Xie Wanying thought about it, and she could work hard from two aspects. One is to adjust her own components in place, go slow when she should, and go fast when she should, so as to accumulate more and more. Second, aim at the right moment to find the right opportunity to make a move. Don't talk about taking it.
First and second, you can’t use the last word to discredit your classmates and the school.
The referee whistled.
All participating athletes came to the starting line and prepared to start.
At half past eleven, the scorching sun was in the sky and the air was a little warm. Before running, some runners began to sweat on their faces and necks from the sun.
There were bustling spectators on both sides of the track, and the popularity of watching the races was always high. Many teachers and students who were preparing to have lunch dropped by the playground to watch the races, which added to the excitement.
There were many people, so He Xiangyu raised his loudspeaker and found a higher place with Teacher Lu to stand and watch the game.
"Come on, Yingying!"
The shouts of Teacher Lu and Second Senior Sister came over.
The blood in Xie Wanying's body boiled slightly.
"Little Junior Sister, Little Junior Sister——"
Hearing the shout from Senior Brother Huang, who had disappeared for a while, Xie Wanying went back to check on the situation.
After Huang Zhilei found the junior sister who wanted to compete, he raised his finger and hit Junior Song on the head: "You stupid cat, you almost made us miss the game. This is Guodu Medical College, where did you go? Go to Guodu Business School
?Guodu College of Pharmacy? Guodu Research Institute?”
The nouns listed by the seniors are all correct. They are all famous academic institutions in the capital area. Drivers who don't usually wander around the capital will really get lost.
Song Xuelin helplessly let out a long breath from his mouth.
I don't blame him for getting lost today. He usually takes a taxi, and he will never be late if he pays generously and tips.
It was his father who had a sudden impulse in the morning and insisted on driving him here in person. It was Father Song who was lost, not his Song cat.
"You won't tell your dad how to drive this road?" Huang Zhilei finished scolding.
Song Xuelin: What? He is a lazy cat who doesn’t drive. He takes a taxi every day and doesn’t even know where the road is going.
"You dare to say that you are not lost? I think you are destined to be betrayed one day." Huang Zhilei taught his younger generations to know the way like children.
"No." Song Xuelin insisted.
"Won't?"
"If you want to sell me, I will sell you first."
My senior didn't know it, but he had successfully sold the traffickers who wanted to kidnap him when he was in elementary school.
Huang Zhilei:……
Shhhhhhh, the referee blew three whistles: the women's 800m preliminaries and finals have begun!
A bunch of runners on the starting line were like a swarm of swarms, with dozens of people rushing to grab the front track.
The scene was intense and chaotic for a while. When the audience was dazzled and couldn't tell who was who, a player suddenly fell down. The players behind him were unable to dodge, and two players were tripped one after another and rolled off the track.
Spectators on the runway were affected and screamed repeatedly.
The referee ran over, waving his arms and yelling: Back off, back off!