"So far, Zhang Peimeng's personal best result is the 9.91s he won at the Asian Games in Yangcheng two years ago."

"So that means that if he wants to win Xiao Q, he must achieve the best results in his career in this item."

"This is not easy in normal times, let alone in the Olympics. I think we should not put too much pressure on athletes. Athletes are also humans, not machines. It is already very difficult to be able to perform at a normal level in such major competitions. It is quite difficult to achieve extraordinary performance."

Seeing Li Tao cool down the audience, Yang Jian also said: "It is indeed not too much pressure on athletes. Don't forget that although Zhang Peimeng participated in the Olympics for the second time, in the 100-meter event, it is really the first time that the big girl has been in the flower sedan. As a 100-meter event, he can reach the semi-finals in the Olympics and perform at his own level. Ten seconds are enough. What do you think, Coach Li?"

"It's enough to open ten seconds." Li Tao agreed. The goal set by Yang Jian is more practical and looks good when it comes to it. If you can open ten seconds, it's no longer something that ordinary Asian athletes and white athletes can do.

It's already possible to hold on to the scene.

There are too many harsh criticisms that they can also help them fight back.

But Zhang Peimeng didn't think so. Although he was trying to run and adjusting the starting gear when he stood on the field, he had always been thinking about it and was feeling the change in wind speed.

When the referee announced that the athlete had returned to his track and was about to start issuing electronic passwords...

Zhang Peimeng prayed silently with his hands folded.

"What is Pei Meng doing? It's not just praying to let himself run, right? What's the use of praying at this time?" Zhao Haohuan looked at Zhang Pei Meng on TV, a little confused. It seems that running is the most important thing.

Ask God and worship Buddha?

No need.

When he was in an injury state, he kept falling, he asked for many gods and worshiped many Buddhas without any response.

So he didn't believe in this at all.

If there are really gods and Buddhas.

That for him.

My gods and Buddhas are the peers next to me.

Apart from that, he wouldn't believe anyone who told him this.

"It's not necessarily praying to make yourself run faster, maybe it's praying for something else." Su Shen seemed to guess Zhang Peimeng's thoughts and smiled faintly: "Maybe he's just praying for better wind speed."

"Wind speed?" Zhao Haohuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, as if he had thought of something, and immediately said: "Yes, if the gun's wind speed is fast enough, then it is indeed a calculation. Even if there is a super wind speed, that's not bad. At least the result of promotion is calculated."

"I just don't know if there will be strong winds to help."

"I don't know this, it depends on luck." But I didn't know that as soon as I finished speaking, Su Shen answered like this.

Get one with a slight slightest.

Can.

Although the sound is not loud.

Zhao Haohuan felt that the latter seemed to be saying in his words and expressions—

There must be.

I said.

...

Before the game begins.

Guy, who was drinking water and adjusting the trajectory in the final tactics, suddenly stopped the movement in his hand.

Turn your head and look over.

It was just right.

Blake also looked over.

Neither of them was looking at each other.

But because the eyes meet at the same place.

Let them all notice each other's eyes as soon as possible.

"This..." Guy spread his hands and felt it.

Behind.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of pushing my back.

I believe there is no need to say more about what this feeling means.

It must be the wind.

Still a good wind.

The most important thing is-

This shot may still be...

Not small.
Chapter completed!