On December 5, 2006, it had been two months since Su Feng entered closed training. On the track at this time, Su Feng, Su Bingtian, and several specially recruited 100-meter athletes had just finished a race.
These are all athletes from the national team. They are naturally more powerful if they can be asked to compete with Su Feng. However, they are really not good enough in front of Su Feng. According to them, they are abusive and almost have a psychological shadow.
But even so, these people are always on call, competing almost twice a week. It would be a fool not to come. Su Feng is now the world record holder. Being able to compete with him will definitely benefit a lot.
At this time, on one side of the arena, there was a laptop placed on a temporary table, and Jiang Yun was operating something on it.
After all the data has been entered and the Enter key is pressed, a two-dimensional coordinate curve will appear on the computer screen.
"Hiss" Jiang Yun couldn't help but gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Coach, Su Feng's growth curve has slowed down, but his performance in the past two months has increased linearly. According to his age and growth trend, combined with the growth trajectories of more than 500 Chinese and foreign athletes originally collected in the computer,
, Su Feng’s peak time was predicted to be 9.69 seconds! This is impossible, how could anyone break into 9.6 seconds?
And the current curve should be rising slowly, so how could it suddenly rise?"
He Jun frowned when he looked at Jiang Yun's final calculation.
He doesn't understand these calculations, but he has experience. According to Su Feng's current progress trend, it is indeed possible to run into 9 seconds 70.
But he still couldn't believe it.
Shaking his head, "Forget it, let's just use this as a reference. We will see sooner or later whether we can escape or not."
"By the way, haven't the people from the relay team arrived yet?"
"They are competing in the indoor competition in Moscow and have to wait two more days."
"Next year is the World Championships, and the year after that is the Olympics. Time is not waiting for me."
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A month later, Su Feng finished a day's training and returned to the dormitory a little tired. After taking a shower, he didn't want to move.
After the arrival of Chen Zhilong and others from the relay team, Su Feng had to do 100-meter, 200-meter, and 4×100-meter training every day in addition to basic training. Even with his physique, it would be a bit too much. If it weren't for Wang Zongfang's massage skills
If it's really in place, I'm afraid I won't be able to sustain such high-intensity training.
"Lawrence Award?" At eight o'clock in the evening, Su Feng closed his notebook as soon as he heard the knock on the door, and then opened the door and let He Jun in. Then he heard the news that surprised him.
"Yes, Lawrence Award." He Jun said excitedly.
"No way, Master, why would the Laureus Award nominate me at this time?" Su Feng asked with some confusion. In his impression, the Laureus Award only focused on sprinters after Usain Bolt became famous. Now,
Although I have some achievements, I am still struggling to get into Lawrence.
Of course, Su Feng actually remembered it wrong. Powell was also nominated after he broke the 100-meter world record twice, but in the end he lost to tennis king Federer.
After all, Lawrence is an award for Westerners, and it still tends to F1, tennis, football and other sports.
"Haha, you also said that the Lawrence Awards are biased. Don't forget, whose company is your biggest advertising endorsement now, and who founded the Lawrence Awards?"
Su Feng's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Mercedes?"
Guzhu
"Yes, that's right, the Laureus Award was originally jointly established by Daimler and the Swiss luxury goods group Li Feng Group in 2000.
You have just signed an advertising contract with Mercedes-Benz, and now the advertising is being broadcast all over the world. Do you think if you are nominated by Lawrence again, will this popularity be even higher?
Would Mercedes-Benz have thought of this?"
Su Feng nodded. If he added the power of Mercedes-Benz, it would be enough.
"But don't think too much about it. The most you can do is be nominated. If you want to win the award, it is indeed impossible for a sprinter, but it is enough to prove your status."
Su Feng didn't think so. The future Bolt would win the Lawrence Prize many times, but just like his 9.69 seconds in the Olympics to become a god, no one thought before that someone could run such a result.
No one could have imagined that a male sprinter would win the Laureus Award.
Facts have proved that Mercedes-Benz has indeed made great efforts for Su Feng. The Laureus Award nominations are usually announced in February. After notifying Su Feng in early January, Mercedes-Benz began to make efforts in many aspects. In the end, Su Feng’s own strength and reputation were indeed in place.
Next, it really brought Su Feng closer to Lawrence's nomination list.
This was in early February, and on February 16th, Su Feng temporarily ended his closed training and returned to his long-awaited home, because February 18th was the Lunar New Year.
"Mom, there are a lot of things, please help me quickly." Su Feng returned home carrying large and small bags of Yunnan specialties and the cat, and said as soon as he opened the door.
"Why did you buy so many things?" Su's mother kept complaining, not sure whether she felt sorry for the money or Su Feng.
"Isn't this the Chinese New Year? These are Yunnan specialties. Let you and my dad try them."
After putting everything down, Su Feng opened the cat box, reached in and slipped the short cat out and put it on the ground, "Okay, let's go play."
After four months, Su Feng had become familiar with the British shorthair, and the kitten was no longer afraid of him, but it was still a little acquainted with strangers.
"Hey, boy, you took good care of this cat. It's no different from when you left it."
"Haha, yes, Mom, please play with it for a while while I go back to the house to clean up."
Could it be different? Su Feng has been trained to become an expert in raising cats in the past few months. He can even do such a hellishly difficult thing as bathing a cat, let alone anything else.
Su Feng thought it was a burden at first, but as time went by, he developed feelings for this little bird, and gradually they got along harmoniously.
Now this cat sleeps with Su Feng and wakes him up every morning, which makes Su Feng's boring training life more interesting and lively.
This made He Jun feel relieved a lot.
When Su Feng brought the cat to Chenggong, he changed it into a blue box. So He Jun and the others still don't know that the cat was given by someone else. They thought Su Feng bought it, let alone the existence of the British shorthair.
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At first, they thought Su Feng had some mental problem and shocked the leaders of the General Administration. Later, they dropped the matter when they found out that Su Feng's grades and psychology were very stable.
Isn't it just a cat? Just keep it.
Su Feng returned to the room and looked at his system panel again. Now his limit speed had reached 9 seconds 71, but his growth rate had slowed down. The closer he got to the 9 seconds 68 given by the system, the slower his growth became.
, I don’t know if I can reach the peak time of 9.68 seconds before the 2008 Olympics.
But even if he can't reach it, he should still be able to compete with Bolt. At least it will put enough pressure on him to prevent him from looking back at the moon.