Football Kung Fu Player

"Wang Xing, for the next 10,000-meter long-distance race, can your body still hold on?"

Chen Luo looked at Wang Xing waiting in the preparation area, sitting beside Wang Xing, and asked worriedly.

This 10,000 meters is nothing compared to others, but overloaded track and field.

It is a great test for people's endurance and spirit!

But Wang Xing curled his lips: "Of course!"

"Why don't we let it go, anyway, we have already broken five world records, 10,000 meters is too dangerous for your current state." Chen Luo looked at Wang Xing worriedly, and said seriously.

"Don't worry, I know my body best. The previous exercises can only be regarded as a warm-up for foreplay at best." Wang Xing smiled indifferently.

"Well then, if you can't hold on, don't try to be brave..."

Seeing Wang Xing's "four nine three" confident look, Chen Luo sighed and couldn't say anything more.

"Wang Xing!"

"Wang Xing!"

"Wang Xing!"

The entire audience fixed their eyes on the track at this moment, shouting Wang Xing who was about to come to the track, and the boiling voice like a sea of ​​thunder resounded through the small half of the Olympic Games.

It also made players from other countries around Wang Xing surrounded by such powerful cheers with envious expressions. This player, it seems, also has a pivotal position in his country.

There are also many countries that want to watch a good show. For them, the 10,000-meter track and field competition is already full of too many unknowns for Wang Xing. The most important point is the physical exertion.

"Let's see how long he can last, if he has the ability, he will always support me!"

"It has been erupting for a while, and it must be entering a period of weakness next."

"At that time, even if you persevere and persevere, and accumulate hidden injuries, let's see how you continue to be rampant in the future!"

A handful of voices cursed behind their backs, and patriotism welled up in their hearts. Many patriots from Korea and Greece cursed Wang Xing one after another, hoping that Wang Xing would have a bad change in the 10,000-meter long-distance race.

"Hey! You are Wang Xing, right?"

Just when Wang Xing was about to continue warming up, an eager voice sounded from behind Wang Xing. When Wang Xing turned around to look, a foreign player with blond curly hair was looking at him with a smile.

"I'm."

Wang Xing looked at the long-distance runner with a smile on his face, habitually stretched out his hand, and nodded with a smile.

"Haha, I just don't think I'll admit my mistake, Rickyack."

After hearing Wang Xing's confession, the man with blond curly hair walked up excitedly, grabbed Wang Xing's outstretched hand, and said happily: "Nice to meet you, as soon as I saw you, I thought we would do well in the future friend.

But he couldn't help but feel a pimple in his heart: "It's not good, this guy... may be the opponent!"

He screamed in his heart, and Yoris Yake couldn't help shaking his head, as if thinking that he was still playing now, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"Yake, hurry back to your starting point!"

A man with the same hair color came over with black lines all over his head at the moment, with a rather unpleasant expression on his face. He grabbed Yake's back collar and said coldly: "Don't harass other players, this is against the rules, you Do you want to end?!"

"His name is Sally Han, and we are a team!"

When forced to return to his starting point, Yoris Yake turned his head and said with a smile: "But he is stronger than me. Although it is the preliminaries, you'd better show your best strength."

Otherwise, this stronger guy will be a little unwilling. "

Sally Han looked dissatisfied at Yoris Yake beside him, then smiled at Wang Xing, and said, "Don't force yourself too much, those guys who are hostile to you, I'm afraid you can get hurt in this game .”

Then he looked at Yoris Yake angrily, pretending to be annoyed and said: "Also, you talk too much, Yake!"

"I don't think it's much at all. Anyway, you really want to compete with him. This miraculous young man from the heavenly dynasty, no, it should be the master."

Yoris Yake didn't have any self-consciousness. Instead, he touched his beautiful golden curly hair and said with a smile: "Besides, this is only the preliminaries. What's wrong with showing more strength?"

beep!

Ready whistle!

At this moment, all the players are ready, with a standard starting posture, showing their best posture...

!

The moment the trigger was pulled, Wang Xing rushed out, and the other runners were a little behind Wang Xing by a second before they could barely start

Seeing Wang Xing rushing out pre-emptively, the audience who were hostile to Wang Xing couldn't help being stunned, this guy, why is he running so fast, this is 10,000 meters!

"The road ahead is long. He runs so fast?"

"I thought it was middle-distance running or sprinting!!"

"I don't believe this guy can reach the finish line in one breath!!!"

At this moment, the Korean nation pointed angrily at the leading Wang Xing on the screen, and issued a strong protest. The crowd was furious, with unquenchable anger on their faces. endless general.

In the first second, Wang Xing was already running ahead of everyone else, but some professionals present frowned involuntarily, as if they didn't quite believe Wang Xing's behavior .

"Wang Xing! Come on! Come on!!"

Just as Chen Luo was excitedly watching Wang Xing take the lead, and shouting for cheers, a middle-aged man in a red coach uniform appeared beside Chen Luo at this moment, with an extremely serious expression, but amidst this seriousness, there seemed to be something With a trace of impatience, he said: "Xiao Chen, have you explained to Kai Xiang the basic rules of the 10,000-meter long-distance race!"

Apparently Chen Luo was startled by the intruding voice. When he came back to his senses, when he looked at the man in the coach uniform with a stern expression beside him, 2.2 couldn't help being taken aback, and subconsciously opened his mouth and said, "Coach Wang?"

"I'm asking you, Wang Xing took the lead so quickly at the beginning, did you not tell him what to pay attention to in the 10,000-meter long run?" Facing Chen Luo's sluggishness, Wang Zhenguo's tone at the moment was already a bit tinge asked anxiously.

"Yes, yes." Seeing Wang Zhenguo's anxious appearance, Chen Luo came back to his senses for a while, and couldn't help but smile calmly: "But Wang Xing should know, otherwise he wouldn't apply for the 10,000-meter Olympic event." right."

"Look at his current speed!" Wang Zhenguo wanted to tear Chen Luo, who was not paying attention at the moment, glaring at Chen Luo, stretched out his hand, and pointed angrily at the track of the 10,000-meter track and field race.

There, a black shadow like a gust of wind is moving at a high speed with an incomparable speed...