"Let me see." Zhang Quan said: "It should be no problem. Apart from the National Track and Field Grand Prix finals, there are no other competitions in the middle. You can enter the summer training in advance."

"Okay, then." Yuan Guoqiang looked at the first person in the 100-meter world now. The 18-year-old Zhao Haohuan said: "Haohuan, do you have confidence?"

"The opponent is Shingo Mosu."

After Zhao Haohuan won the IAAF Super Tour championship in Doha, his confidence obviously improved a little. He opened his mouth and said, "Okay, Asia's top combat power, Asian overlords, right? Then let me try his water."

"Very good." Yuan Guoqiang was very satisfied with Zhao Haohuan's mental state. This kind of young man's fierce spirit and fierce spirit are the most lacking temperament in China now.

Moreover, Zhao Haohuan himself also has this strength to challenge Japan's Asian overlord.

Since there is no chance.

Then what are you afraid of?

In a word—

Wanna fuck.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room has been completely reversed.

Su Shen smiled faintly beside him.

Asian overlord?

Since you are here, you should come down a few years earlier.

Anyway, in the previous life.

It is also our flower planter who is the master of the Asian track and field industry.

Of course no one knows that Su Shen’s wave is actually a one-sword and two-save insurance, while the other is...
Chapter completed!