Chang Jiawei and a group of sports medicine seniors gave her pre-race guidance: "One of the skills of middle- and long-distance running is to see the right time to overtake."
? If you look closely at the competition, you will find that the middle-distance running is different from the sprint, and it is a non-parallel mixed track. Being so close, players can easily touch each other and influence each other. Some runners' individual performance is not bad when running alone, but it is easy to fall behind when running with multiple people. The winning player will get excellent points in the transcendence 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 could work hard from two aspects. First, its own components must be adjusted in place, slowly when it should be, and quickly when it should be, so as to accumulate more and more. The second is to aim at the right moment and find the right opportunity to take action. Don't talk about taking first and second place, you can't take last place 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 sun was blazing, and the air was a little hot. Before running, some runners' faces and necks began to sweat a little from the sun.
There are crowds of spectators on both sides of the track, and the popularity of racing has always been high. Many teachers and students who were going to have lunch stopped by the playground to watch the game, which added to the excitement.
There were many people, so He Xiangyu raised the 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¡ª¡ª"
Hearing that it was 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 was going 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 Pharmacy College? 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.
It¡¯s not his fault for getting lost today. He usually takes a taxi, and he will never be late if he spends 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 sold one day." Huang Zhilei taught his children to know the way like children.
"No." Song Xuelin insisted.
"Won't?"
"If you want to sell me, I will sell you first."
¡°Senior didn¡¯t know it, but he had successfully sold the traffickers who wanted to abduct him when he was in elementary school.
Huang Zhilei:
Shhhhhh, the referee blew three whistles: the women's 800m preliminaries and finals have begun!
The crowd of runners on the starting line was 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 contestants behind them were unable to dodge, and were tripped and knocked down by two of them one after another, and rolled off the track.
The spectators on the runway were affected and screamed repeatedly.
The referee ran over, waving his arms and shouting: Back off, back off!